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—
