He has green eyes
He has green eyes. Just like his mother. Except her eyes had never looked at him like that, with a rage that could burn down the world. When he looked like that, they weren't like his mothers, but like the Killing Curse, a brilliant glowing shade of green.
He has green eyes. Just like his mother. Except her eyes had never looked so sad and desolate, with despair and guilt that could drown the world. When he looked like that, they weren't his mothers, but a depressing dull green veil, flat and lifeless with no beauty.
He has green eyes. Just like his mother. Except her eyes had never been that flat and emotionless, hiding secrets in their depths. When he looked like that, they weren't his mothers, but a block of green granite, not showing any emotion, carefully guarded.
He has green eyes. But not like his mothers. Maybe the same color, but there was something about them that when compared to his mothers, they were as different as night and day. If only I could see the reason why.
So, tell me what you think! This is my second story. It's a drabble on one character's reflections on Harry Potter. Who's actually thinking this is for you to decide.