Fleur-De-Lis
Crimson red.
That was the main color Harry, saw every day of his life since he was three and brought to this horrid house.
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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.
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This is random story I wrote in my free time when I had absolutely nothing else to do.
Probably not gonna be completed story cause I lack imagination,,
Enjoy!,,
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