A/N: So here's the second part to my random thoughts from a Death Eaters PoV. Please leave a review!
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Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Two- Red
It is the End of all Hope to lose the childhood faith… (Nightwish)
A flash of color during the battle. The sun was shining, just for a second, on red hair. Burgundy red hair, cascading down a soldier's back, was highlighted. He couldn't help staring.
It reminded him of different times. He'd been a boy then. Still at school, he'd been utterly fascinated by Ginevra Weasley's hair. It had been- and still was- beautiful. Unlike her brothers', Ginny's hair was an astonishing shade of red, and his hand had itched to touch it. He had wished to let his hand just once caress Ginevra Weasley's hair, to find out if it was really as soft as it looked. But of course he hadn't. He'd only been a boy, after all.
Another flash of color from the same direction. The sun was shining, just for a second, on crimson blood. It rapidly cascaded down a tortured and beaten body, not to mention probably raped. Blood was pooling at the woman's feet. He could see her chest painfully rising with what he thought would be her last breath. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Even in death, she was still heavenly beautiful. Such a divine creature shouldn't have to die in this stupid war. But then she breathed out, her eyes fell closed, and her body didn't move anymore.
The color red died that day with her bloody body on one of the countless battlefields. She'd just been one death among many. But to him, that day the color red died as well. He would never see something as beautiful again.
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Anna Scathach