A/N: This is my response to Written Sparks' the Crayola Colors Challenge, mine being Carnation Pink, Hot Magenta, Electric Lime, Violet and Outer Space. It's somewhat odd, but please read and review :)

I stared into the sky. Here, it was beautiful. There was nothing blocking the stars, and I stared into the colours as they drifted between each other. It felt strange, as if I was flying, I embraced the feeling, as if it was something the world would be happy about. I was flying upwards, and I didn't even feel the slight inclination to look back. I knew there had been something strange about the scene as soon as I lay down on the ground. My joints had been stiff, but I had felt comfortable as soon as I touched the grass. My eyes had searched the sky, wondering if he was there with me.

Of course, he was. I could sense him smiling down at me, like I had every time I came here.

He would never leave me alone.

I smiled as I thought about it. Fred had always let me be who I am. He had always supported me because of it. I loved him for it.

As I stared into the colour of the sky I was so softly floating towards, my eyes picked out one colour. It was a pale pink, the colour of a carnation. It brought out an entire range of thoughts, but the most prominent was a memory. It had been my first Quidditch match at Hogwarts.

I stared forwards, somewhat terrified by the multitude of people that had turned up for our game. I was pale and silent, I could tell. I gulped, my terror going completely unnoticed by the rest of the team. I mean, Harry Potter's first game was the same one as mine. Of course the team would be more concerned about him – he was both the saviour of the wizarding world, and a year younger than me. Plus he had never even heard about Quidditch until a month or so ago; it wasn't exactly surprising that everyone was paying more attention to him.

Suddenly, one of the Beaters turned around, a grin on his face. Fred Weasley, I think his name was. It was hard to tell the difference between him and his twin, George, but I think I got them the right way around now.

"Aww, nervous are we?" he asked cheekily. I couldn't even summon the courage to glare at him. I was too distracted by the massive crowd cheering in the teams as we began to walk on to the pitch. He was walking backwards, still talking to me.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," he whispered as the two captains shook hands. I nodded weakly, and he frowned at my lack of response. Taking out his wand, he waved it, muttering something, and a small, slightly bedraggled pink carnation appeared. I raised my eyebrows, and he grinned sheepishly, holding it out to me.

"For luck," he said. I smiled, and took the flower. We won the match. I spent the next seventy years keeping that flower in a glass cube. I had it with me every time I won something, and I began to believe it actually did bring me luck.

I regretted it all my life when I left it at home at the Battle of Hogwarts.

I spent years convinced that if I had it, I might not have lost Fred.

A smile tugged at my lips as I remembered. I felt the small glass cube on the chain around my neck at that moment. I had never quite given up on it. It had brought me luck. It was going to come with me.