Blame It On Love

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All around was purple, a soothing but wondrous sight. It floated without moving. It ran without running. It swirled without turning. What was close seemed far, what was far seemed impossible to reach. The color lay like an emotion, it's feelings tangled like a puzzle. Almost speaking, without words. But what spoke was clear as day and complex as night. A strength that hid under weak spirits. A peace, lost in the swirl. A whisper in the distance. An unplayed song. Suddenly. Was all overtaken by black. A moving sensation. A devilish red. A daemon intention. Fading the Purple, turning it into dust! A grey color! An unwanted lust! The far came close! The close came closer! Until the whisper that filled the air was unhearable under the silent sound of the dark! And everything faded into black.

"That's what happened."

Ron gave Harry a puzzled look. Harry had had many weird dreams but this by far was the weirdest.

"Eeeer, what do you think it means?"

"I don't know, I mean the colors seemed so familiar. Well sort of. It was like they changed in secants." Said Harry, looking at the ground as if it would provide some answer.

"Who do you think it could be?" Asked Ron. Harry didn't answer. He just walked around the room hoping to find some sort of clue when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Said Ron, frustrated at the intrusion.

A man cautiously entered the room with a faint smile. Both Harry and Ron took out their wands immediately.

"You've got 10 seconds to tell us what the heck you're doing at hogwarts Riddle!" Demanded Harry.

"Okay." Muttered Tom "But I'm not sure how you're going to take this."

Harry pointed his wand at Tom fiercely. Tom ducked to the floor to show you meant no harm.

"eeeerr... Purple's-"

"What! You killed her!" Yelled Ron.

"She's Pregnant!"

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