Ever since the 'incident' in the Common Room, whenever I saw Black or Potter my eyes would be red. I was surprised, I didn't realise I was so angry at them. This was the first time my eyes had been bright red, usually they were light red, because ive never been that angry.

Over the years, I had learnt more and more about my eyes and the colour they would change, there were still some gaps where I haven't figured out the moods, but most of the colours were filled.

Red – Angry

Green – Happy, excited etc

Blue – Sad

Grey – Confused, curious, bored etc

Black – Depressed

Brown – Frightened, scared etc

Purple – Love, or in love

Orange - Embarrassed

I hated my eyes, I was always secretive and locked my emotions up, and so having my eyes giving away my emotions wasn't fun. Most people at Hogwarts did not know that I was a Metamorphmagus, or that my eyes gave away my emotions. Being a Metamorphmagus was incredibly fun though, I didn't need Halloween costumes and could trick people into believing I was a new student every five minutes. I usually wore my hair a gingery brown colour because it didn't draw to much attention to me and also matched the green colour my eyes normally were.

'AVALON!' Lily yelled in my ear, causing me to jump out of my seat and land awkwardly on the floor.

'What Lily' I said blearily, opening one eye to peer at her sudden outburst.

'You just fell asleep! I was trying to explain Potions to you! If you don't listen, your going to fail!' I rolled my eyes, she over reacted when it came to studying and grades.

'Stop worrying your little red head Lily Flower' I said with a wink 'Who cares if I fail, I'll never need Potions in my life' She grumbled something about me being 'irresponsible' and 'lazy' Grinning, I grabbed my bag, winked and jogged out of the library, heading on my way to the Gryffindor Common Room, when someone grabbed my arm and dragged me behind a tapestry into a small space in the wall. I looked up to see a boy with jet-black hair grinning at me.

'Sooo, Rusty' Sirius winked and I felt like I was going to vomit. 'How you been?' I rolled my eyes before feeling them change to the fiery red they always were around Black and Potter.

'Leave me alone Black' I felt myself spitting these words out with pure venom. Raising his eyebrows, I felt myself blush red, and my eyes change to orange. I hadn't meant for the sentence to come out that nastily. He seemed to just brush past it, and acted like id said he was my best friend.

'Awww, don't be mean, it wasn't that bad of a prank!' I instantly felt my eyes change to blood red, he retreated a few steps as I glared at him.

'You covered me in slime and feathers' I said through gritted teeth and Sirius had a funny look on his face, as though trying to hold back a smile. Glaring, I turned and swept the tapestry to one side so I could find my way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, until I remembered Black was also in Gryffindor and would probably follow me like the nuisance he was.

'Rusty! Rusty wait!' I carried on walking, not daring to turn around and see what he had to say. Black had other ideas and grabbed me from behind so I could see his face. Wow, I thought, his eyes are something else. I always thought grey was a boring colour for eyes as when my eyes were that colour it meant confused or bored. But, wow, his eyes take the colour grey to another level. I finally stopped myself from staring even more when I realised how alarmingly close our faces were to each other. He opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it again. He thought for a while then said:

'Look, im sorry okay? I didn't mean for the prank to be so... vicious?' I raised my eyebrows before he carried on 'I didn't mean for you to get upset, but lets face it, you do look cute when you're angry.' He winked and I fought between blushing at the compliment or screaming at his arrogance. I decided in the end to go somewhere in the middle.

'Look, Black' He winced at the name 'I don't care about the prank anymore, so I accept your apology, but that doesn't make me like you anymore than I did before. You'll always an arrogant jerk that I would never ever, in my life, dream to go out with. Your just hitting on me so I can be added to you snog list, you don't care about me, you don't even know anything about me do you?' Pausing, I raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer, but all he did was look sheepishly at the floor. 'Thought not. Just leave me alone okay Black? I'll go back to my world, and you go back to yours. Where everyone worships the great almighty Sirius Black.' I snorted, turned on my heel out of his grasp and continued to walk fumingly through the corridors with blood red eyes.

I stormed through the Common Room, completely ignoring the stares of Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew. I didn't even notice Lily was sat with them until I heard her cries at the bottom of the stairs. Collapsing on my bed, I reached for my ever-growing pile of books next to my cupboard, and begin reading. Being a half blood, I was raised by my wizard father, who kept my mothers muggle books so I could have a normal life up until I was eleven. My mother had walked out on us when I was five, finally realising my father was a wizard. She was appalled at the idea, as her parents had been very strict on who she was allowed to marry. She packed her bags and left, I thought it was a joyous event, as I never liked my mother. My father was kind, and helpful and helped control my magic up until my tenth birthday when I nearly set the kitchen on fire, but that's a different story. I thought I would never have to see my mother again, until the day my father was killed by Death Eaters, because he was a muggle born. I had watched him die and I had never really got over it, which is why whatever colour my eyes were, they were always lined with black (which looks incredibly striking against the green colour). I relived the moment over and over again for the next few months. I had lived at a muggle foster home for a while, until the Ministry tracked down my mother. She was a cruel woman, who had a hatred for magic, and I hated coming home for the holidays. Whatever chance I had I would always stay at Hogwarts; even if I was the only one there it was better than staying with my mother. She starved me most nights, acting like I was a freak and didn't deserve food. Some times she had tried to stop me leaving for Hogwarts by locking me in the cellar, but I had now learnt to leave a few days early and catch the Knight Bus, a bus for stranded wizards. It was my second year at Hogwarts when my father died. I had come home for the holidays and was all prepared to leave for my third year when I heard the familiar sound of apparating from just outside my house. I leant out the window to see which one of my fathers old friends it was, only to see it was witches and wizards with dark cloaks and majestic masks. They had their wands drawn and each individual one looked equally petrifying. Running down the stairs, I went to warn my father, being nearly thirteen I did have knowledge of who these people were, but only little. My father had told me to run and hide, but I was stubborn and refused to leave his side. There was about seven of them, each casting The Killing Curse, while my father cast curses or disarming spells. Our efforts were not enough and a beam of green light hit my father square in the chest. He fell silently to the ground and moved no more.

It was then I had a hatred for Deatheaters. They had simply killed my father, my role model, my guide, and laughed at him. They taunted me about his death, and were almost about to kill me when a familiar crack was heard and a group of Aurors descended upon my house. A female spotted me and ran over to comfort me, while the others ran to try and disarm the Deatheaters. They had been to late however, as the group disapparated, leaving me heartbroken, empty, a shell of a girl left with only her black eyes.