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You smile slowly as you pull open the backdoor of your home. You try not to show it, but you're silently elated for the first time since the summer. Finally, everyone was coming back to see you for Christmas; the lonely days of sitting on the windowsill of your old room and waiting for owls were temporarily over.
You spot your old, good friend, the last real friend from your Hogwarts days, sitting on the porch in a dark green lawn chair he had probably conjured. Your great pal, Remus. He is sipping tea, something you remember him doing often, even in his teenage years.
Almost timidly, you step out. He turns slightly to see you and cracks a small smile.
You ask slowly if you can join him, making eye contact.
He simply nods, gesturing towards another lawn chair by his side.
Wordlessly, you know that both he and you are thinking the same thoughts. Thinking about how fifteen years ago, you would have never asked him for permission to join him.
You shut the backdoor behind you quietly and stroll forward towards him. After seating yourself comfortably, you look at the scene in front of you.
There is a slight chill in the air and the grass is damp, signaling to you that it has just rained. Although it is midday, there is a buildup of clouds and grayness, dulling the mood. You're used to this, though. In London, it rains all the time, and late
November is definitely one of the rainier times of the year from your experiences.
And then, you see it. A rainbow. It's faint and missing the nice, vibrant look you see in pictures, but it's nice.
A picture of a laughing James calling you gay for liking rainbows comes to you. You smile, too, aware that you would taunt him the same way if he were still here.
You decide to scoot forward in your chair to see the amazing sight. It is beautiful. Not like those many girls you dated when you were in school, not like their plastic, pretty faces, but truly beautiful.
You then close your eyes slowly, knowing if anyone knew you were thinking these thoughts, your reputation would be soiled. But part of you doesn't care anymore.
You reopen your eyes and gaze at it again.
There's red. Your favorite color. It represents your house, Gryffindor. Red also represents anger and love. Anger is something you try not to feel, love is something you just didn't feel.
Then, there's orange. You've never cared much about the color until one night, the night your life was torn apart. That night that led you into Azkaban. That night was Halloween, orange and black. Your opinion of orange is low, but you won't hate it for the small reason that it represents Halloween.
After, there's yellow. Yellow is the color of happiness, optimism, the sun. Things you long to have, but know won't happen to you. Yellow is pointless, just like Hufflepuff, in your opinion.
Green, the color you detest. At one point in time, you were in love with green. You were young, naïve. Now green makes you think of Slytherin, hatred and envy, Voldemort, and most of all, James and Lily. How the last color they saw was green. Sometimes you like green, just because your godson has those green eyes that your best mate, your brother at heart, loved so much. But otherwise, it's foul.
Blue is the color of Ravenclaw. The color of smarts, wit, and cleverness. Things you think are useless. Head smarts, you call them. Blue is sadness and tranquility. You avoid blue; you don't want blue to happen to you, but you know it gradually is.
Last is purple. Purple had always hit you as the real feminine color, more feminine than even pink. When you were a teenager, you would wear purple all the time, along with eyeliner and very tight pants. During that phase, James would scoff at your softness, while Peter and Remus would exchange weird looks when ever you got dressed. All you would care about was how it made girls swoon. Now, it represents royalty and class to you. You don't care at all about the color, in fact.
It hits you quite suddenly that you've covered most qualities while examining the magnificent colors. Rainbow, you decide, is one word that can describe the entire world, all the universe, because a rainbow has it all.
A rainbow to you is one thing that would forever be a mystery in your eyes. No matter all the myths and discoveries, the rainbow would remain an unsolved case.
You jump up as Remus calls for your attention. Realizing how long you've been analyzing the spectrum of colors, you ask him what he wants curiously. His question is one you have never thought of: What is behind the tattered veil in the Death Chamber of the Department of Mysteries?
You don't wonder why he asks such a question. Instead, you look at the sky one more time and whisper in reply:
"A rainbow."
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