Crimson red. That was the main color Harry, saw every day of his life since he was three and brought to this horrid house. Yet as he could bring himself to hate the flashing lights, he couldn't hate the scarlet red that continued to fall from his wounds • • •

I have no idea what I'm doing but classical Manipulative Dumbledore...? Well anyways, will be updated when I stop fussing over each and every chapter; Plain old Weasley Family Bashing(cept. twins, bill, & char.); oh uh, Come to the dark side we have cookies...?; Severitis[non-slash] (cause im non-original :'))