(Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter)

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-Color Me New-

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"Our world is white and black. Whoever tells you differently is lying, fooling all who will listen into mercy, teaching a fear of judgment. Whoever tells you that you can change is lying, tricking you into hoping for redemption from something you are born into, something you have a right to be. One life, one shade, and no choice."

His father told him this once when he was very young, but he never forgot these words and their meaning, then forever carved into his mind. His family told him he would be proud to be the darkest black, just like his ancestors before him, just like the brittle night sky he watched, just like his future that lay ahead.

Draco Malfoy accepted this without thought and lived by it, but when reality melted along with the daylight and his dreams swept him away, he dreamt in purest white. Often he would forget, or casually dismiss his minds nightly imaginings, but soon he began to question those words his father had left him. Draco wondered why he had been chosen and fated into the darkness. He wondered how his family knew the color of his core. These were dangerous thoughts, verbalized once and never again, but they left him with a scar.

"Innocence is weakness, foolish, insolent, boy. Don't forget who are, what you are, what you've been born to do. Black is the absence of all else. It is perfect and it is absolute."

Draco committed this to memory, as well as the pain that followed. He would never be weak.

Years passed and his childhood became a blur while new memories of adolescence were fixed into his mind. It was a long time until Draco dreamt again, until he questioned his dark nature one more time. The blackest of them all had stood silently before them. He radiated everything Draco was taught to be. He was their Dark Lord and master. Draco would never remember why, but while kneeling before the Dark Lord, he wondered for the last time, and then saw a new color.

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Green blazed and an essence lifted from Draco's body, something that he later realized as his own spirit. This new shade filled him, ripped him away from the physical world, and strengthened him. Death had been painless and natural in its simplicity, letting him be at one with himself at last.

Draco had always been afraid of death. He thought he would have been desperate to return to the living world afterwards, but there was no sadness in this silent realm, just thought and growth of spirit. Or, maybe he would be sad later, perhaps this was death as it was happening. Then, just as soon as Draco had entered the nurturing green light, it disappeared.

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Born into this new existence, his eyes flickered open with a desperate curiosity. The purest alabaster white, as true as the morning sun or the first winter snow, surrounded him. Draco stood and opened his arms to welcome what his father had never let him be. This was what he was created as and what the world could never take away. Slowly at first, and then all at once, Draco could see as his old eyes never had. The white was made up of all colors, complete in its variety, human.

This was his final dream.

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(A/N- For the Colors Challenge, I hope you liked it. ^-^

Forever yours,

Pyro)