My name is Reagan Townsend. I was supposed to be going into in my sixth year at Hogwarts when the Death Eaters came; Snape was in charge and the Carrows punished anyone without the Dark Mark. The school wasn't safe for a muggleborn like me. I was on the run, just like every other muggleborn witch and wizard who didn't want to be sent to Askaban for "stealing magic". My family had been killed months ago and I was with the Creevey family; Colin, Dennis and their parents. My coin began to glow...
"It's happening," Colin said, looking up at me from his coin. We both rose, wands at the ready. Colin said farewell to his mother and father, and lastly Dennis who wanted to come, but we wouldn't allow it. As Colin took my hand in his, I started to feel a tug in my stomach and at the last possible second, a hand on my shoulder.
Dennis.
When we arrived in the Great Hall, we saw the complete chaos. There was no time to take Dennis back. I informed both Dennis and Madame Pomfrey that he was to stay with her. He grudgingly agreed. Before running off to help with some defenses, I felt Colin pull me back. His lips crashed into mine, only lasting for a second. Then Colin ran off following Neville, without a word.
The battle had been raging on for what felt like an eternity. I could hear the screams of people being tortured, the shouting of spells. Everywhere I looked I saw people lying there with their eyes wide open, not breathing anymore. It smelled of death. But I couldn't worry about the dead and their unfortunate fates, as I ran through the grounds dodging spells, curses and hexes I looked for my friends. I found my roommate,Luna, fighting. She was so engulfed in her duel that she didn't realize that there was a Death Eater behind her, wand raised.
"Avad-" the man began to say, but I said it faster. The curse left my wand, hitting him square in the chest. I watched as he went stiff and crunpled to the ground with his eyes open, just staring at me. He was the first man I had ever killed, and I knew that if I wanted to survive this, he wouldn't be the last. I fought as best I could, but the Death Eaters kept coming at me. Some out of vengeance. I had to stun and kill one after another.
"Avada Kaderva!" that makes five... Luna turned to me after her duel was done. She looked at me in surprise for she knew that if it was any other day, I wouldn't hurt a fly. Today was different, today is the last day of many people's lives. Possibly my own.
Luna Lovegood grabbed my free hand and we ran through the grounds, looking for our friends, helping whoever we could. Up ahead we saw Neville, but Colin was no where to be found. As the fighting came to a hiatus I began to look for Colin, but Luna dragged me to the castle where people were hiding. In the Great Hall, people were lining up and identifying the dead and helping the wounded. As Luna and I walked along the rows of people heading towards Madam Pomfrey, I couldn't help but look down at the poor people who had lost their lives, recognizing many of them.
"Reagan, stay here and help," Luna told me, releasing my hand and turning away.
"Luna! Where are you going?" She looked back at me, hugged me tight.
"I am going to see what I can do. Stay here, Reagan. Your a healer, so do what you can, and don't get yourself killed," she said before running back into the fight. I went back to walking along the rows of bodies that had been carried in during a short lapse in fighting, when Voldemort allowed us to carry in the dead. Madam Pomfrey asked me to identify as many as I could, being a seventh year I could identify any students that had perished. I saw the body of Fred Weasley with his family all gathered around, it pained me to see the look on George's face. Half of him died that day, and he will never get it back. I placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder as I passed, silently giving my condolences.
A little ways down the row, there was a young boy who was kneeling next to a body that had just been placed there with his back to me. I recognized the blonde curls of the deceased young man. Colin... and kneeling down was having been on the run with them and their family, I had grown quiete fond of him, even though he could be annoying and never knew when to shut up, he was a good man. I remember how he just held me the night after my parents had been killed. For weeks I had been terrified to sleep alone, fearing that the Death Eaters would kill me next. Every night he laid with me until I fell asleep, and was there every morning when I woke up. I knelt down next to Dennis, wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight.
"I can't believe he's gone, Reagan... Tell me I'm dreaming... Tell me I've gone mental... Please, tell me anything that makes it not true!" he said between sobs. Colin had been a friend of mine, both of us were in Dumbledore's Army.
"I'm so sorry, Dennis," was all I could say to comfort him, for I was crying too. Never again would Colin annoy me with his constant blabbering... Never again would I hear his laugh or see him smile... Never again would he hold me or comfort me... Our first kiss would also be our last together. Releasing Dennis for a moment, I leaned over and kissed his forhead. "Goodbye," I whispered to my fallen friend, the man I had just begun to love. Dennis leaned on me and I once again held him, rocking back and forth. I looked up to see a man come over and put a sheet over Colin so that he wasn't staring back up at Dennis and I with that blank look in his eyes and the terrified look on his face that the curse had frozen him his features in. The man looked familiar to me... Oliver Wood, a former Gryffindor who was years older than I.
"Take him home," he told me, "Tell his family." I nodded at Oliver and apparated Dennis and I back to our hiding place where his parents waited for news. One look at the two of us holding one another and they knew. They knew that they would never see their son again, and I hated being the one to tell them. His mother fell to her knees, sobs errupting from her chest, similar to those of Mrs. Weasley back at the school over Fred. Mr. Creevey stood there, one hand on his wife's shoulder, the other over his mouth in disbelief. We sayed like that for awhile, the only sounds were Mrs. Creevey's sobs and Dennis' sniffles.
Later, I apparated back to the school to learn of Voldemorts death. While some cheered, I knelt back down by Colin's side, puuting my head down on his chest, not wanting to leave him. I burried him the muggle way, it was more honorable and brought his family to pay their respects.
"I wish I had told you that I loved you..."