B r o k e n S p e c t r u m

Prologue

(because every rainbow comes with a pot of gold, if only you can believe)

I've always said colours mean things. Albus doesn't believe me. He always pats me on the head and says things like "Ari, it doesn't work that way. The world is black and grey." He always forgets I hate being patted on the head.

Black's a yucky colour though, and grey's really ugly. Abe tells me not to worry, because he thinks searching for Hallows has made Al funny in the head. I asked him if I was funny in the head, because sometimes I think stuff and it comes out all weird and wrong, but he said, "No, you're just special." Abe believes my colour ideas, and he wants me to tell him the story.

I'm going to tell Gellert, I think he'll like it, even though silly old Abe says not to and mumbles stuff about Gellert being bad. He's not bad, I like him.

So does Albus, in a funny, grown-up way, and that's my first story.

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(a/n: So, welcome to my collection of Ariana oneshots, written for inmemoriam7 on Livejournal. This is dedicated to something-like-love, partly cos she's awesomecakes, and partly cos she inspired my Ariana obsession)

tbc,

-Cuba ...x