"you know what? I can manage him alone Neville"

Oliver carefully put the boy over his shoulder, trying hard not to jostle the small body too much. Colin had been an irritation, a pest, someone Oliver never thought he would miss. Now he would give anything, anything for just one more picture.

It was carrying Colin into the Great Hall that the reality of the situation sunk in. Dead bodies lined the middle of the once grand hall, injured shivered and bled on the raised platform. Madame Pompfrey looked as though she had aged several more years in the space of just a few hours.

It reeked of death and blood. A smell that should have never been associated with the ancient school. It should have never had to come to this, if only the ministry hadn't been so blind. Now the fate of the wizarding world sat squarely on the shoulders of a young 17 year old.

"No" He hadn't meant to correct himself out loud, but he had made a realization in that brief moment. The world' s fate didn't rest on Harry' s shoulders alone, it rested on all of theirs. Together they would win, together they would ensure the dead were not in vain. Together they would bear the weight. Together.

As carefully and gently as possible he laid Colin down in the long line of deceased. He looked at the small boy again, remembering his loyalty. He could picture Colin in all his glory, dueling with a death eater. He could see the smile on his face as he willingly and knowingly laid his life down. He was a true hero, Oliver knew that.

He allowed a few tears to fall in honor of the young boy... no... young man.

Quietly he made his way back outside to look for more hero's. Oliver vowed to himself that when the day was over, when they had won their fight, he would take one last picture with Colin' s beloved camera. One last moment frozen in time.