Colour Theory

To Harry, green had always been the most vibrant colour.

Green represented his eyes, the ones his mother had given him. They shone in the trees, the grass, the clovers. Harry used to roll down the green plains as a child, clutching remnants of daisies and sunflowers as Aunt Petunia chased after him.

Pink, orange, and yellow were sweet colours to Harry. He liked them, for their shades of pastels and dull lack of vibrancy. They were very nice, when it came to wallpaper colours and aesthetic drawings. But green remained his favourite.

"Why green?" Hermione had asked one day, arms struggling to carry the massive stack of books she was holding.

Harry had just shrugged his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I dunno. It's the colour of my eyes.."

"That's a stupid reason," Hermione answered, dumping her books on the library table nearby. Harry frowned at her response, as the three of them took their own seat around the table.

"I don't think so," he muttered, looking down at his hands. His cheeks were flushing with embarrassment. Ron rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair.

"Why are colours such a big deal, anyways? Everyone's always talking about them, but I don't see why they're so important. I mean, they're just colours."

"It's about your soulmate, Ron. God, keep up," the bushy-haired girl snapped. Ron looked downcast at her harsh tone, slumping in his seat. Harry winced. He knew that Ron had a huge crush on Hermione.

Harry sent a look of pity to Ron, before turning back to Hermione. "What do you mean by that?" he asked curiously. There was a lot he still didn't understand about the wizarding world, and he wasn't much of a reader like Hermione.

"You know, like how you and your soulmate see colour. Until one of you..." she trailed off. Harry bit his lip, before looking away. He didn't like the thought of his colour going away. He didn't so much care about the thought of his soulmate dying. He had never met anyone he could really consider a potential soulmate, and he was beginning to suspect he'd be looking forever.

As though Hermione could sense what he was thinking about, she sent him a reassuring look. "You'll find her eventually," she murmured gently, brown eyes oddly comforting. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Harry ignored her and turned back to Ron. "How do you know when you've found your soulmate, though?" Harry asked him.

"I dunno, really. I guess you just..know?" Ron shrugged, swinging his legs underneath the table. "I mean, Mum and Dad have been together for ages. If they weren't soulmates, they would have split a long time ago. When you meet her, you'll know."

"Yeah," Hermione hummed softly, eyes scanning the library. "Want to know something Lavender told me?"

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"She told me that sometimes, you can have more than one soulmate."

His face must have shown some of his confusion, because Hermione hurried to explain.

"I don't mean like at once, but-" Hermione shook her head, bushy hair flying with the motion. "Lavender told me about how she'd met this girl over the summer. Her mom had passed away a while ago, and her dad had stopped seeing colour after that."

"Obviously," Ron interjected. Hermione sent him a scathing glare, before continuing.

"You'd think so. But a few years later, her dad started dating again. Apparently, he met this woman at a coffee shop. And when they went on their first date, his colour came back. They got married and whatever," Hermione gestured vaguely at the air, before leaning back into her seat.