WARNING: Vague writing. Allusions to character death, slash (Ron/Harry), and Dark!Harry.
DISCLAIMER: Harry may seem depressed, but until he pulls a knife on Ron and Hermione, you can rest assured I don't own it.
SUMMARY: You were the epitome of Gryffindor, while I, on the other hand, looked every bit the debauched Slytheirn.
Gryffindor.
You were my first, did you know that? You were my first for everything important, though, so it was bound to happen.
We were opposite from the beginning, but they always did say that opposites attract. We were too different, sometimes.
You were the epitome of Gryffindor, Gryffindor red hair, Gryffindor Gold skin and those brave and noble eyes.
I, on the other hand, looked every bit the debauched Slytherin with my just-shagged midnight hair, my Slytherin silver skin and my Slytherin green eyes.
It only makes sense that the Gryffindor red looks out of place, although I seem made for the black robes.
The Gryffindor crimson blood mingling with the Slytherin scarlet mark looks out of place on my Slytherin body.
But the combination of Slytherin and Gryffindor seems made for me. I was a Gryffindor once, before I descended into the den of snakes.