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The orange pumpkin laid on Remus and Sirius’ front porch. They’d recently purchased their quaint home together, and they did not have much else in the way of Halloween decorations, but the pumpkins they carved together in silence the night before was the least they could do for the muggle children that would approach later that night for candy, not knowing the danger that surrounded them.

The yellow leaves on the trees outside of Godric’s Hallow were all the little baby could see outside of his window. He didn’t know why he wasn’t allowed to play outside anymore. He didn’t know why he couldn’t use his little broomstick to fly around the backyard, almost giving his mother a heart attack while his father cheered, but at least he could see the leaves as they waved hello to him and goodbye to everyone else peering out.

The green grass, Sirius realized, seemed so much brighter that day as he walked to the market to buy groceries for his favorite little family as he’d done twice a week since he was made the secret keeper. Even though it had changed, he saw no problems with continuing his routine. However, he always took the scenic route, walking through the park and getting to enjoy the gorgeous colors and the frigid air. It was one of the few times he could enjoy the color green, yet, for whatever reason, it just didn’t feel right today.

The blue porch Peter walked onto creaked under each step, making a shiver go up his spine. The house seemed so sweet and bright like an elderly lady picked out all of the colors, likely because one had, but wherever that lady was now, Peter knew better than to question. The moment he walked inside, any figment or idea of joy the colors could have brought him was sapped out of his shaking body, encapsulating the state he would be in for the rest of his life.

The purple dress Lily put on seemed a bit too on the nose. A witch dressing as a witch on Halloween, but she wanted to dress up for her little boy, so she decided to dress as the stereotypical muggle image of a witch, and she helped James do the same as a wizard. It was rather easy with what they had around the house, and it was enough to take a photo for Harry that they could look back on in the future when all of this was over.

The red couch was the backdrop of the photo where, before the camera could flash, there was a knock on the door. James stood up, telling Lily to hurry upstairs. He went to the door, standing tall and firm, not noticing the wand that was left behind. He knew it couldn’t be a trick-or-treater as much as he wished it could be. Instead, he just hoped it was Peter who could have forgotten something earlier that day or Sirius to come with groceries, but he knew better than to be naive. He knew what was behind that door. He knew he’d never see that red couch again.

The orange cupcakes Sirius bought for The Potters landed directly on the concrete when he heard the news, intercepted as he was about to go to their house to cheer up the couple who just wanted to give their son a joyful holiday. The frosting smeared onto his pants leg as his knees gave in. He didn’t hear another thing as the mud soiled the orange frosting.

The yellow clock Remus watched as he paced back and forth seemed to tick at an increasingly slow pace to the point where he had to count aloud to make sure it was correct. But then, without much more warning, the clock stopped. He went over to it slowly, lifting it off of the wall and turning it over. He grabbed new batteries from the drawer and replaced them, but it did no good. The yellow never began to tick again.

The green flash was new coming from Sirius’ wand. It was what he never wished to resort to, but he was past keeping up his moral code. It lit up the block. Nothing but green could be seen through the tears—through the rage that took over his face. His body. His entire existence. That rat, that traitorous, conniving, evil little rat had to feel this. But, when the green faded, he saw enough to know that his target wasn’t there.

The blue motorbike, which Sirius poured his heart and soul into, took off into the sky with a different rider as Sirius laid beside his friend, in the room he’d been in only that morning, giving the secret over to someone he thought he could trust. As he laid there in wait, bound for the inevitable arrivals, staring at the blue that faded away into the night and then at his old friend, he knew he could never trust again.