harry potter imagines ✔️

18 --- colors of you ( f. weasley )

this is inspired by soulmate aus and the book thief ( mostly the book thief ) it's quite short, but i can't imagine stretching it out.
word count: 466
warning: it's actually a lil sad :((

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          People were lucky to see one color in their lifetime. It meant that they had found their lover or their soulmate. Once they saw a color, they would grasp onto it for as long as they could, because it would fade away when their soulmate died. Most people only saw one color, but you have seen three, all because of one boy.

          You never knew who he was or even his name. The first time you met him, it took a moment to register the bright Green of his knit sweater. It was cheerful and vibrant, compared to the dull world around you. When you got closer to him, you shyly told him about the green flecks in his eyes. He laughed and pinched your (skin color) cheek, telling you that you looked pretty, even though you had gray hair. You were pulled away from each other, but the Green and (skin color) made you intertwined, and you knew you would see him again, you were soulmates after all.

          And you did meet him, a few months later, in the same small town. Your eyes passed over the Brown of his eyes before you realized the Hazel eyed boy was staring straight at you. He gave you a small smile and stuttered about how he liked your Blue painted lips and matching Blue shoes. He made you happy and he was unpredictable and you loved him. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, whether you were walking around or cuddling indoors. The two of you had to leave, eventually, but you swore you would see each other if it was the last thing you did.

          The third color you ever saw was Red. His Ginger hair was soft to touch and you couldn't help yourself from running your fingers through it. His family was around the two of you, their Red hair almost identical to his. The dusk was Red, the bright sun dipping low behind the clouds and out of view. His cheeks were Red, partially because of his natural blush and partially because of the Red blood that stained the two of you. You could only cradle him in your arms, the Red covering his chest, your hands, the cold stone. Slowly, the Red faded, until you were left with nothing but a corpse.

          You had once seen the world as a dull gray, as you never knew about the boy and the beauty of Green and Brown and Red. But now it was a harsh gray, because now you knew what you would never have again.