A/N: It was pointed out to me that the trace would exist on Dennis and Colin making it really easy for the Death Eaters to track him down when he cast magic. So, for arguments' sake, the trace doesn't exist in this story. Sorry for any confusion or awkwardess! Enjoy!

"Sadly, these aren't the only deaths that the News Network and Daily Prophet didn't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murder of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell. A goblin by the name of Gornuk was also killed. It is believed that Muggle-born Dean Thomas and a second goblin, both believed to be travelling with Tonks, Cresswell, and Gornuk, may have escaped. If Dean is listening…" Colin looked at his brother, whose eyes were filling with tears, and stopped listening to the Potterwatch broadcast to comfort him. Being on the run from Voldemort was taking its toll on the whole of the Creevey family, but especially Dennis, who was only 14, and didn't really understand the big picture, or the urgency of the situation. He longed to be back at Hogwarts, to live and learn amongst fellow wizards and to see his friends again, but Colin knew that wasn't possible. Not now that Voldemort had taken over both the Ministry and Hogwarts. Muggle-borns like them had to hide, at least until Harry had put a stop to Voldemort's reign of terror. Some people would say that Colin was stupid to put all his hope in one boy, barely older than himself, but he knew that Harry could, and would, stop Voldemort. He just had to.

Dennis had stopped crying now, but he still looked miserable and frightened. "It'll be OK, Dennis. Harry has to be close to defeating You-Know-Who now, he just has to be." Colin smiled reassuringly. But Dennis didn't look convinced. "But it's been months now. W… what if he can't save us? What if we all die?" Colin looked around the tent, as his mother stirred in her bed, trying his hardest not to wake her. "We won't die; we're safe here. And we can keep listening to Potterwatch, so we can keep up to date with all the news. And moving our camping spot every day has got to help us stay away from You-Know-Who! We've taken every precaution." Dennis' lip trembled "But so did all those other people, and look what happened to them! Tonks, Cresswell, all of them! They never thought they'd die, and they did!" Colin couldn't think of a response to this. It was true, and he knew it. In a desperate attempt to change the subject, he said "try and get some sleep, Dennis. We need to move our camping spot tomorrow morning." Much to Colin's surprise, Dennis nodded, got up from his beanbag and headed off to his sleeping bag in the far corner of the tent. Following his brother's example, Colin turned off the radio, whispered "Nox" and fumbled his way through the now dark tent to his sleeping bag, next to his brother. Though he knew he needed to sleep, his mind couldn't help but wonder whether his faith in The Boy Who Lived had been ill-placed. He sincerely hoped not.