Volumem Sol - Unus

Crimson red.

That was the main color Harry, saw every day of his life since he was three and brought to this horrid house.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to hate the color even as it spilled & stained his clothes and the floor.

Perhaps it was because of the red haired woman he had been dreaming about, screaming as a bright emerald green light hit her by an blue eyed man, who looked old and deranged.

Other times, it wasn't the dull old man who killed the red haired woman. Instead, it was a humanoid creature of some sort, with red eyes. Unlike the old man, Harry didn't feel any resentment or fear towards the creature, only sadness. He never knew why and perhaps it was because of a slightly messy brown haired man with the same crimson eyes who appeared within his other dream.

In both dreams, Harry believed that is was perhaps a memories of when he was younger, before he was taken and moved to this horid house.

For some reason, the creature also never appeared in his other dream, and often times Harry would think that the two red eyes were the same.

Within the other dream they were celebrating something, one that had to do with a log and whathe assumed as a version of Christmas that Harry never saw before. Harry thought he saw floating things as well but, that wasn't possible, was it?

Sitting alongside him was the red eyed man and a man that had onyx black eyes & silky straight black hair as his own. Harry wondered if they were his parents, as they seem to help harry with most things and fussed over him as the memory or dream went on.

Other people were there at the celebration, though he never remembered how they looked exactly. The only exceptions was a boy who had silver eyes and silver-blond hair which he felt a connection towards, and the the red haired woman with a messy raven black haired man.

Even though the second dream often left him feeling overwhelmed, the dream was still Harry's favorite, and he liked to think that they were part of his family.

And of course, since his dreams always seemed to have a bad turn, he wasn't surprised when the same old blue eyed man showed up and shot the same bright lights at his parents.

All harry knew, was that man was dangerous and had get away before he was taken by the horrid & dull purple figure. Of course since it was a dream/nightmare, he couldn't control what happened.

Harry also liked to pretend that perhaps the two dreams were connected in some way. That maybe after he was taken by the red haired woman escaping the old man, she took care of him as his nanny protecting him from the old coot. He didn't know what made him think that, but he trusted his instincts.

He also never knew what the lights were. Or what every freaky stuff (as Vermon dub it) were either. Yet as he could bring himself to hate the flashing lights, he couldn't hate the scarlet red that continued to fall from his wounds.