"Nothing makes us as lonely as our Secrets." - Paul Tournier
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Albus Potter hates blue.
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I always knew that I wasn't normal. I mean, how could a child of nine enjoy watching people commit suicide or get murdered? In front of them? It all started on my ninth birthday.
Mum was cleaning outside and preparing that everything was perfect and ready for the party. Dad and James were playing a one-on-one seeker game out on the hidden fields of where we lived. Lily was inside the house watching some stupid show on the telly waiting for our Uncles and Aunts and cousins to arrive.
I on the other hand, was walking around. I didn't even know it was my birthday until after it happened. From where I was, a couple stood a foot away from me. Now, I know that I shouldn't watch or listen to anything that doesn't concern my business but, I was curious about the two. That's what killed me. They looked to be in a very heated discussion like mum and dad get when their angry at each other. It spelled trouble and I was going to turn back around and run back to my home where it was all safe. I should have ran.
That's when it happened.
The lady was young, about twenty I think. The memories too blurry to remember. She harshly pushed the man who looked older that her by thirty years, she was calling him a filthy lying bastard and names like that.
The old man looked like a tomato that was about to explode and squirt red juice everywhere. He did end up with red later on. He looked about to cut off the young lady but, then he saw me and stared at me. I stayed rooted to where I was, no matter how hard I tried to move I just continued to stare.
The young lady was still screaming at the older man, I could tell she was getting angrier with the fact that he wasn't listening to anything she was saying. His gaze was only on me, he stared at me like I was the one who held all the answers to the universe. I don't remember moving but, next thing I know I'm right behind the young lady. He stared at my eyes, "Things like this are wrong. Things like this you can't take back." And you know what he did next?
He shot the young lady.
Just like that, he took out his gun like the ones from the movies and brought it to where her heart was. The young lady wasn't even able to react, everything happening so fast. I heard him repeating the same words he had told me earlier, before he killed her. "Things like this are wrong, things like this you can't take back." Over and over again he said the same thing. I was too stunned to move or speak, let alone scream. I could hear the grown up's from my family rushing over.
They were all screaming at me to run and get away, to come back to them. I heard the sirens of the police and ambulance. I could hear the neighbors coming out of their warm safe houses to see the commotion.
The old man had brilliant blue eyes, they were so haunted, I think that was the moment that blue became the ugliest color I had ever seen. How could a color so pure and crystal become something so ugly and haunted?
The older man neared me, I remember my body going numb. No emotion was left inside me, I felt dead in the inside. The crazy thing about all of it was that I wasn't afraid, I wasn't brave either mind you, I guess I was already mad by that time.
My parents were still screaming at me, they were closer now though. The police would show up any moment with the ambulance, people all around me were crying and screaming.
He pointed the gun at me, the cool, black hole pointed at one of my most important organs, my brain. He kneeled in front of me, his breathe stank of cigarettes, now that I look back I started hating those stupid muggle sticks in that moment too. The police were here, they kept demanding the old man to put the gun down and to let me go.
