Written for the Ice cream factory: vanilla and chocolate, Colin Creevey and Marlene McKinnon.
Written for Muggle Studies Class, assignment ten, task one: Write a fix set in the first or second wizarding war(please try to stay away from the canon events)
Word count:695
Colin knew that what he wanted to do was wrong. Very wrong but he couldn't give up. He needed to be with her forever
Everything had started a year ago. He had went to the library , sneaking around in the middle of the night, to search for a book about the Dark Arts. Professor Snape had asked them to write an essay about the Dark Arts in the Dark Ages, which he had complety forgot to do it.
But he hadn't find the book. Instead he had found one titled The Dark Power Of Love And Time. He had been curious. Wasn't love the purest sentiment?! And what dark power time had? So he had wanted to read it. But as soon as he had touched it he had felt a jolt of energy pass through him and the book had fallen to the ground, forgotten.
That was the first night he had dreamed her. His beautiful angel, his muse. He had dreamed that he was her colleague and they were friends. That she loved him. And he had dreamed until he loved her too. Until he was consumed by love and wanted nothing more than the night to come so he would see her again. But he didn't knew a thing about her. He had tried to find her here, at Hogwarts through the other's faces, but he hadn't seen her.
He had searched her up at the library in Hogwarts'records, still nothing. He had asked everyone he knew about her but nobody had ever seen or heard about her. He was starting to get furious. How come that such a beautiful girl like her hadn't been noticed?!
It wasn't until professor Mcgonnal had heard him asking about her that he had found out about her. The Profesor had been surprised that he knew about her, but she hadn't pried. She said simply told him that the person he was searching for had been a Hogwarts student years before, but she was long dead. And her name was Marlene McKinnon.
He had been mesmerized by her name. It suited her perfectly, it was as beautiful as her.
He couldn't believe that she was dead. In his dreams she was a fellow Gryffindor; she was alive. And he needed her alive. Especially now since Snape had been made headmaster and the death eaters run Hogwarts.
He was consumed by this need. Everything else was becoming less and less important. Until nothing else mattered. Not even that his friends were given detention after detention, each worse that the other, each with a new kind of torture for them. But he didn't care anymore. All he cared was to find a way to bring her back. So they would be together.
And he didn't see anything wrong with his behaviour. Getting Marlene with him was very important. Ginny had complained to him for his lack of caring, but he had snapped at her and since then she hadn't bothered him again. He had felt a pang of guilt since Ginny had been his first friend, but Mary was more important, or so he was telling himself.
That night the dream had felt more real than ever. For the first time she had talked with him. Her voice was the voice of a muse, it called to him, it drawn him to her.
He had wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to take her in his arms. But the dream had ended to soon.
He was more determined than ever to have her near him, to bring her back. No matter how dangerous it was to change time. No matter that the consequences were going to be disastrous, not only for the Wizarding World, but for the Muggle World as well.
But it didn't matter. As it didn't matter for him that all his house was gone, that he was the only Gryffindor who had remained at Hogwarts or that Voldemort might win the war.
Nothing mattered except the voice which called to him
"Come to me my love! I am waiting."
