Written for Camp Potter II's Week Three Scavenger Hunt. Our mandatory prompt was to write about saying goodbye, and our optional prompts were "camera," "striped socks," "Days of Summer, Very Potter Sequel," "shadows," "'you know me too well."'
Word Count: 321.
Click. Colin's camera goes off in Dennis' memory. He was gone just like that, in a flash.
Godric's Hollow, that's where McGonagall decided to bury the fallen soldiers. The grave was too much, and too real. Colin, his brave older brother was gone forever.
Dennis Creevy stood in front of his older brother's grave weeping in a pathetic way tears pouring down his sprinkle of freckles.
Colin would not leave any more smelly, striped socks around their parents' house, and he most definitely wouldn't take any more pictures. His brother was gone. The harsh reality was beginning to strike him when he chose to sit by his brother's headstone, forever and gone with no permanent fix, an infinity that he didn't want to fathom, so he cries his goodbyes out to the shadows in the hot days of summer.
Colin would not have wanted Dennis to mourn him like this, bogged down by grief. Colin would have wanted him to live for the both of them. He would most likely be standing here shouting from across the graveyard extremely excited, "You know me too well brother!"
He summons white lilies and lays them on top of the obsidian headstone. Dennis rises from his brother's grave and apparates home. He walks down the hall, into his brother's room, for one last time. He picks up the camera from Colin's dresser leaving behind a dust shape, and places it in his backpack.
The next day at the graveyard he takes the camera out lines it up with his crystal, blue eye as his finger hovers over the shutter button. He knew this was right. A last remembrance for the Battle of Hogwarts' Soldiers. Click.