A Dennis Creevey Fanfiction

Lost in the Dark

Chapter One: Admitted

A/N: This is my first Dennis/Natalie MacDonald (GoF pg 12) fanfic. It's sort of related to my two Neville/Luna fics.

"Smile for the camera Dennis," called the voice of Natalie MacDonald. She had been a Gryffindor in my year and so far the only Gryffindor that actually felt the need to talk to me. It was no secret that I had completely freaked out during Defense against the Dark Arts several times since the start of term since the battle had ended. It had been years since my older brother's death at the Battle of Hogwarts. I was just not yet over it. Natalie was there for me at times. She was sweet to me, clearly she had felt pity.

I looked up from where I was sitting and tried smiling. I should have been happy that I had just graduated from Hogwarts. Except that I'd be going home alone since my father had died just seven months ago. I had no one and surely Natalie would no longer seek me out once we were off the trains and out of Hogwarts. "No more pictures Natalie. Besides, all of your friends are waiting. You don't want to make them wait," I said, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Oh they're all going off with their families to celebrate. What are you going to do when we get off the train?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, making her honey brown locks brush against her shoulder.

"I'm going to go home and start packing," I said, shrugging softly.

"Why? Where are you moving to?" she asked, curiously. The soft cluster of freckles across her nose were enough to make me want to smile. Everything about her was cute and small, especially since I was no longer tiny Dennis Creevey.

"I'm going to sell my father's house and find a small place for me," I said, not wanting to tell her where I was really going. The truth was that I was voluntarily admitting myself into the Psychiatric ward at St. Mungos. I figured living amongst the insane psychos and other sick people would give me a reason. A reason to live. That's right, I've been seriously considering suicide since last month. I didn't want to tell her that all of those little support group meeting we went to were crap and didn't at all help me see the point to living.

I had no one to live for, therefore no reason to live. "Oh, well you know that you can always give me a call whenever you need someone to talk to or if you just want to hang out," she said, touching my arm. I sighed and grimaced slightly.

"Thanks Natalie, I'll see you on the train"

~~~~~Home~~~~~

The last box was finally packed and hours later, the storage company put all of the things I wouldn't be taking into a place where it would all be safely stored until I came to get it. Well, if I lived through this ordeal. I stopped in front of the old building and clutched the camera tightly. It was the only thing besides an album of pictures I'd kept that I'd decided to take with me. They already had a room ready for me with Roommate and all.

"Here you go Mr. Creevey, you'll be rooming with Mr. Longbottom here. Dinner is at eight, lights out at nine, your robes on the bed you can change in the small bathroom there," said the old Witch. She seemed nice, her hair was practically blue piled high atop her head and she wore too much makeup. She reminded me of my crazy Aunt Mildy, when she was alive. So, I guess Neville wasn't as sane as I thought he was. It was nice to know someone else had problems too.

"Thank you Mrs. Caulder," I said, as I took the bed to the far right. Neville's bed was obviously the one in the left. It was made and there was a picture of two people that looked like him holding a chubby baby on the small drawer. The walls were white, everything in this room was white. It was too sterile for my taste.

"You're welcome dear and call me Geraldine," she said, before skittering off to do whatever it is that she does. I watched a few other skulk past the open door before I put the album on my bedside drawer and Colin's camera. It was the only thing I had left of him.

"Dennis? Dennis Creevey? What are you doing here?" asked a surprised voice. I turned around to see the scarred and surprised face of Neville Longbottom. Yep, that was Neville alright, except his face had lost its roundness and he had obviously gained some muscle since the last time I'd seen him.

"Hey Neville. Good to see you too, how's Luna?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"I don't know, I haven't spoken to her since last year," Neville said, looking uncomfortable. He never did tell me why he was in here but, I guess that it had something to do with Luna and all of the other things he'd suffered.

"It's good to know I didn't get roomed with a psycho," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled before sitting on his bed and cracking a half-smile. "Yeah, same here," he said, making me give him a smile-grimace.

The next morning I had to go to what I call crap assed Group session. It was where us suicidal crazies got together to talk about meaningless crap. I don't think this will actually help, but, I go anyway. The group "Counselor" was already there. His name was Lyle and he was a forty yearold married wizard who resembled that Muggle actor Anthony Stewart Head. It was weird because he happened to be one of my favorite actors.

From now on I'm going to refer to him as Anthony in my head. The next to arrive was this short chubby witch. She had long black hair that practically covered her face and her skin was pallid. She looked like a ghost, only not transparent like all ghosts are. Pretty soon everyone was sitting chairs that were all facing eachother. "Alright, now that everyone's here we can start this session. We have a new member today, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone and tell a little something about yourself," Anthony said, a little too pep-ish. He even almost sounded like Anthony Head.

"My name is Dennis Creevey, my older brother Colin was killed at the battle of Hogwarts and my father died seven months ago. Everyone in my family is dead and I admitted myself here because if I hadn't, I'd already be dead," I said, making Anthony frown. The room got too quiet and seriously awkward after I finished speaking. Well he asked so, I gave him what he wanted.

I felt a hand on my shoulder so I turned to face my right. It was Doug. He was a thirty something yearold Jude Law look-alike who's wife had left him for his bestfriend, taking all of his money and their only daughter. He also had nothing to live for. I envied him though, he still had his family. At least they cared enough to admit him here. "Okay, then. Dennis you do have something to live for. Life. Life is what you have to live for," Anthony said, trying almost too hard to get that pep back into his voice.

"Right," I muttered under my breath. Doug's hand left my shoulder and we both turned to listen to Anthony spew on about the reasons of living life. All crap, if I may say so. All crap. After group, I walked around before I sat in the white dining hall. I was eating when Neville showed up and sat across from me. We talked about what we did before taking a stroll down to the Incurable diseases ward. Since we were both there voluntarily we could visit the other wards as long as we didn't "misbehave".

Over the next couple of months I got to know Neville better than I had when we were at Hogwarts. I also got to know the chubby witch's name which happened to be Odette. She was here because her ex-boyfriend had left her for his much thinner and better looking ex-girlfriend last year. They were apparently not really broken up and her relationship with him had all been a cruel joke. If I was her, I would have cursed his balls off. Literally.

So Doug, Odette, Neville and I became friends, I guess you could say. Still, I didn't see the friendships going farther or even past the walls of St. Mungos. Which meant that I still had absolutely nothing to live for. It's too bad they didn't allow sharp object here, I would have slit my wrists days ago. The place was too sterile, there was barely any chaos and nothing mattered to me. Nothing could make my stay here matter or even pleasant in the least bit. Nothing except for her.

"Dennis? What are you doing here? Are you visiting someone?" asked a voice I hadn't head in two months. Natalie, sweet Natalie. Crap.

A/N: Well that went a little too fast for my liking. But, I hope you all liked it. The next chapter should be out soon. I hope.