Firstly. I'm back. No more writer's block, no more broken computers, no more, well, old-me. That guy was a jerk (Though a pretty good author...) All the usual stuff, like, obviously all hail JK and the incredible universe she's given us. I only own the OC's. This one is rated M, unlike my others, just due to the fact it's called SHIT. Usually I hold back on swearing but not anymore. Saying that I haven't swore in this prologue. Dedicated to J.R Westmore, whose writing (and comments) has re-motivated me. If you haven't already please check her out. And also to my best friend Madame Malfoy, who has pretty much physically egged me on to actually write this shit. So, sit back, relax and hopefully enjoy the beginning of shit.

So, have you ever woken up and just known it was going to be a bad day? I honestly can say I knew it would be awful before I even opened my eyes . Definitely knowing that today was a year since the break up with Hannah wasn't helping. Also the lack of sound coming from outside my door was, well, disconcerting. Usually I can hear Dennis walking around or snoring, coughing or something, but the lack of noise meant one of two things. Firstly, and most worryingly, Dennis had left the apartment and not woken me up. Last time he did that I freaked out and called all my friends at seven in the morning to ask them to help me find him. Not a good memory. The other, slightly-less-worrying-but-definitely-more-annoying, possibility was that Dennis had used a Muffliato charm on my door.
At least, if that was the case I could have a lot of fun, what with the likelihood of a hangover and a lot of noisy pots and pans about. Maybe I'm slowly becoming sadistic. All fun aside, the last time he had had a party it had left my flat knee deep in junk and about three hundred Galleons in repairs. So , dreading a repeat of that I opened the door and broke a the charm.
"Dennis Anders Creevey, get your arse out here right now. " Almost immediately there was a scuffle in the room. A young man with just a t-shirt and pants on fell flat on his face out of the door. He looked up to see me, blushed bright red and ran into the bathroom.
"Okay... Dennis, I still need you to get out here." Very sheepishly, Dennis walked out of his room, only wearing skinny black jeans and holding another pair of jeans in his arms. He threw them at the bathroom door and they were quickly swept up by the ever redder young man.
I couldn't speak for a moment. I looked from Dennis to the bathroom door and back, then, finding my mind, cleared my throat.
"Dennis, first, who was that?" Dennis wouldn't look me in the eye, very unlike the young man I knew.

Dennis, at his parent's request, moved in with me after the war. They said he had started acting irrationally and dangerously, stating that, since his brother's death, he had begun self-harming and, I quote 'other such nonsense'. He had been pretty happy that I let him stay, seeing as I got along with both himself and Colin during our time in the DA. I helped with his revision whilst he re-sat his fourth year, and I re-sat my seventh - thankfully Carrow-free. He had always been quiet when it came to talking about friends or such, but he would always answer me if I asked him.

"Dennis? Who is the young man in my bathroom?" Dennis was shaking, slowly he stammered out an incoherent babble. I asked him again and, now crying, he spoke louder.
"He's my boyfriend." At this, the youth made his way out of the bathroom. He came up to us, apologised to me, kissed Den
"Y-your... boyfriend?" I was stunned. I mean he'd never mentioned having a boyfriend or even a hint that he was gay - or bi?
"Okay, yes. I'm gay!." He stormed into his room and slammed the door in my face.

-I admit, I was angry. So I have to apologise for what I did next.-

I opened the door, shouting at him.
"Dennis, if you ever do anything like that again, you will be kicked out of this flat!" Then I saw him, sobbing and already packing his stuff.
"Den?" He was worrying me now. He refused to look at or speak to me. He just gathered his stuff into his suitcases. I grabbed his arms and forced him to look at me.
"Dennis. What the hell are you doing? Why are you packing?"
"I'm gay, right. You don't want me, do you? You don't want a freak like me. That's why my parents washed their hands of me and why you're about to do the same." The anger on his face was unlike anything I had ever seen. What he said suddenly hit me.
"Okay, Den. First of all stop. Stop packing. I am not kicking you out." He almost instantly relaxed, but still wouldn't look me directly in the eye.
"I don't care that you're gay. Or-wait, yeah I do care that you're gay, but because I care about you. I wasn't mad at you being gay. Merlin, no. I was mad that you drugged me and had a party again, then slammed a door in my face." He chuckled, a smile actually passed his lips for the first time this morning., and muttered sorry
"As for your parents, well. I am going to write them a letter to let them know exactly what I think of homophobes."
He stood up and hugged me. Crying into my shoulder he thanked me for being so accepting. I left the room to get a parchment, for my ridiculously angry letter to Mr. and Mrs. Creevey, I remembered why I had been mad.
"Oh, and Dennis, you still have to clean up"

So. What did you think? I would love to know. Please RnR and let me know if I should continue. All the one shots are within this universe, with the exception of Glue, so please read those too. Your support is greatly needed. I'm not confident in my writing. So please, please, please, let me know.