Or it would've been in vain
"You don't mean you're going back to that school. You're only a boy, fifteen. Look what happened to Colin."
He'd been busy packing his stuff for his return to Hogwarts, determined to catch up with his lost year. When his mother came to his room and, once more tried to talk him away from it he put down his books before he turned to her.
"IF I DON'T GO BACK, IF I STAY, THEN COLIN WOULD'VE DIED IN VAIN MOTHER. HE DIED SO THAT PEOPLE LIKE US, LIKE ME, PEOPLE WITH MUGGLE PARENTS, COULD HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AS THOSE FROM WIZARD FAMILIES! Don't you understand mum? I have to go back."
"No Dennis. I don't understand. What is it for rights you're getting? What do you mean "wizard families"? What do you have to do with them?"
"I'm a wizard mum. Colin was a wizard. Besides, you never said anything before. What's different now?"
"What's different? An evil wizard who'll kill you because you're, in his eyes, less worth than the so called "pure-blooded" that's the difference."
"DIDN'T YOU LISTEN? COLIN DIDN'T DIE IN VAIN! VOLDEMORT'S GONE. DEAD. HARRY POTTER KILLED HIM. FOR REAL. It's over mum, the war is over. And I intent to go back. Finish my education. And my education is at Hogwarts. Not some ordinary school. I'm not a child anymore."
With those words he turned from his mother and finished packing. And his mother, knowing that she couldn't make her youngest, only, son change his mind left his room. Standing only for a brief second looking into the room which had been her oldest son's. Remembering the horrifying day when professor McGonagall and came to their house telling that Colin had died in the battle. Saying that he hadn't even been meant to be there the first place.
Perhaps those parents who weren't witches or wizards themselves should start a community. Who else could they talk to about their worries than each other? That evening she told her husband and son about her idea. They both said it was a good idea and Dennis promised to get as many addresses as possible when he returned to the school.
The next day, the 1st September, they drove Dennis to King's Cross and waved goodbye. Wishing him a good year.
