See first part for notes about this collection of stories.

Summary: What do you really think of in the moments before death?

Disclaimer: I am but a poor college student. Please don't sue me.

"One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar."

red

Lily's hair in the sun, tangled tightly around his fingers, a loose copper cloud across her pillow

scandalous pout of kiss-bruised lips, gray eyes dark with want need hunger

roses on Valentine's Day, hours pestering Peter about Muggle traditions, the breath-taking reward of Lily's smile

warm slippery blood, slick between his hands and Sirius's skin, oh fuck oh shit oh please please not him not now I'm sorry I'm sorry just please please please not him

flutter of Quidditch robes, vivid against blue sky

flushed skin, hot hard silk under his hands, muscles straining, long ragged moan against his shoulder

black

soft downy hair against his fingertips, the fragile eggshell curve of Harry's head in his hand

Forbidden Forest, dark blurs in the shadows, howls echoing through the trees

sea of mourning at his parents' funeral, tired faces drawn with fear, warm comforting hand on his shoulder

shaggy warm fur, nipping teeth, slobbering puppy kisses on his face

deserted hallways at midnight, rustle of the Invisibility Cloak, panting, grasping, the searing velvet slide of that mouth

green

Lily's eyes, Harry's eyes, crying smiling happy

dew-soaked grass, wet against his back, sunrise kisses bitter with nicotine and firewhiskey

dodged curses, long fingers twisted in his Auror robes, the sharp taste of adrenaline, fuck that was close

gasping swallows of absinthe, burning, drunken giggling, long live the Marauders!

white

full moon, running chasing across the grounds, wrestling in the grass, drunk with freedom

Lily's robes, ethereal at twilight, gentle fingers entwined with his, I do I do I do

fine translucent skin stretched too tight over bone, hot tears against his neck, you're all I fucking have

green—