Grey was the colour of Harry Potter's eyes. (They were once vibrant green, he thinks, but can't quite recall if it was true or not. )
They are the grey-blue of the clouds sometimes, when he is feeling like it. (He can't quite explain why but he feels like he's trapped in grey. Like he could drown in it if he let himself. Maybe, just maybe, if he tries enough, he could turn them vibrant and green.
Of course, he thinks nothing of it. (Freak, with your freaky mood ring eyes, echoes in his mind.)
His eyes turn red-orange when he gets mad at the Dursleys about hiding his letter, and apparently his teeth grow the slightest bit sharper.
(He thinks nothing of it, even when he hears the slightest tremors in Hagrid's voice, this is a new world. New start.)
The only times it's noticeable is when he's happy or mad, and though the former happens very rarely, the latter is quite common.
(Draco tells his father of eyes that change with mood, how usually they're a dull grey, tinged with light blue, until they turn dark golden-crimson with righteous fury. His father muses for a second.
What do you remember about metamorphmagi, he asks, and Draco realises.)
Far away, in Privet Drive, Harry Potter is still in the dark. Funny how things are, isn't it?
After finding himself thoroughly ran through the ringer, her finds himself in the shelves of flourish and blotts, having found the solution to a mystery. (Mood rings, and his eyes. He finds himself crying, because how the hell could he have known that this wasn't something to be scared of?)
Harry Potter isn't quite so scared of gold in the mirror. But, strangely enough, he has never seen the green that saturates his dreams with peace when he really needs soothing.
It's only in the arms if one Lucius Malfoy, crying and clinging to his robes, that soft meadow green melts into his often tired eyes.
(Not recovery, not quite, but the light spring green of new beginnings. The new beginning he had always wanted, right here wrapped around him in dark robes. (The scent of pine, and his eyes turn the dark of springy needles on the forest floor.)