i.
Aunt Petunia never talked about his mother. He didn't know if he got her eyes, or her nose, or her smile, or if she had been short and skinny too. Somehow, he doubted he got her hair because it was so dark and messy he'd imagine a woman would have gone crazy trying to deal with it - he knew his Aunt sometimes did.
But when he entered the wizarding world, and everyone would tell him 'You have your mother's eyes', he clung to that, because it was the first piece of his mother he ever received. Looking into the mirror, he would sometimes stare at his eyes and try to imagine the pair looking back belonged to a woman with flaming red hair and a brave, bright smile.
People always talked about his father, how he was tall, charming, and excellent at quidditch, and 'you look so like your father' Sirius had said, and added 'Except your eyes' as an after thought, as though it was less important, as if his mother was less important.
It was Professor Lupin, though, who had loved his parents equally and would tell him about both; he may have had his father's face, but he grinned like his mother, happy and mischievous; his father loved chocolate ice cream over anything, but you're just like your mother Harry, she couldn't get enough vanilla ice cream either.
Harry had his mother's eyes, bright green, mischievous and kind, everyone knew that, but what people didn't know, and what he held close to his heart was that he also had her nimble fingers, quick wit and deep ability to love.
ii.
By the time he left Hogwarts, Harry's memories were so full of flashes of green and red and blue and yellow that he could almost forget that his earliest memory of the wizarding world was the sickly green spell that had ended his mother's life.
When Harry was younger, he didn't understand his nightmares about the brief flash of green and the trail of a woman's scream, but by the end of his third year, he finally understood that it wasn't a nightmare at all.
As Professor Moody sent the flash of blinding green light at the spider scuttling on the desk in front of him, as he saw the spider suddenly collapse as if it's strings had been cut loose, Harry briefly wondered if his parents had looked like that as they died; heavy and silent. What had it been like, he wondered, watching the sickly green light heading towards you, knowing your death was inevitable? Had they felt fear and regret, or were they brave till the very end, knowing that they were dying for the ones they loved?
It was only until he faced Voldemort at the very end, the hated green rushing towards him, that he realised you could feel both.
A/N:
Sorry it's been a while, have had a busy few months and probably will continue to be busy for a while; I promise this isn't abandoned though.
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