Let me say this: after finishing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I was a tad more than anxious to get this story up to make things feel a little better. Heck, I posted this chapter up the minute I finished writing it, so I still have to write chapter 2 and up! But, I will. I promise you that. By the way, I have Dennis paired up with Natalie McDonald, whom I've seen him paired up with in multiple Dennis-starring fics, so... yeah.

Colin Creevey Lives On

Chapter 1: Colin the Second

"He's so beautiful," Natalie sighed as she gazed at the crying baby.

Dennis Creevey smiled at his wife and newborn son. "He looks so much like my brother did," he said softly, "in pictures of when he was born."

At the mention of Dennis's older brother, Natalie frowned up at him, a look of deep concern in her eyes. It had been nine years since it happened, and it still hurt on occasion to think about it.

Dennis smiled warmly in response. "It's OK, Nat," he assured her. "Whenever I think about him, I try not to think about what happened to him, but about the good times we had. Playing soccer in the backyard... playing Waterfront... Colin's culinary potential... all those photos he took... our Hogwarts letters..."

As the father gazed down at the small newborn, still at a loss as to what strange world he came into being in, he said, "He's like him so much... in so many ways... which is why I'd like to name our boy Colin Creevey II, in memory of the uncle who never got to know him."

Natalie smiled and nodded while Colin the Second slowly cried himself to sleep.


"I-I'm sorry... but, a what?" asked Colin.

"A wizard," replied the woman in the odd green robes. "You are blessed with magical capabilities, Mr. Creevey, and our school can help you learn to use them."

Colin stared down at the yellowed letter with the message in green ink. As he read it, Dennis peered over his shoulder with great interest in what it read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards
)

Dear Mr. Creevey,

We are please to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

The elder of the two boys stared up; his eyes had a mixture of awe and excitement.

"So, can we expect young Colin at the school this September?" asked the woman who had hand-delivered the letter.

Colin and Dennis's parents exchanged looks, bemused by the whole ordeal. "I'm... having a hard time believing any of this is real," Mr. Creevey admitted.

"Me, too," said Colin in a dreamy voice. "Pinch me, Dennis." At his request, Dennis squeezed the skin on his brother's arm. "OW! ...I'm not dreaming! WHOO!"

"It's natural for Muggle (non-magic) parents to be skeptical about these things," the woman said to their parents as she pulled out what appeared to be a neatly carved stick. With a swish-and-flick motion, she pointed it to the coffee table saying, "Wingardium Leviosa." The table hovered a few yet in the air at her command, for a few seconds, before gently returning to the ground. "Your son Colin has the potential to do this and much more. With proper training, Hogwarts can teach him to control his powers."

The parents were stunned by this display. Then, they looked over at their son's ecstatic expression and came to their conclusion. "Well, I guess Colin has an incredible gift, if what you say is correct," Mr. Creevey admitted.

"And, he'll have to learn to control that gift," his wife added. "So... we accept his invitation."

For a moment, Colin was speechless. "You mean it?" he asked; his parents nodded. The Creevey brothers grinned at each other. "Isn't this incredible, Dennis?" he asked his brother. "I'm going to be learning real magic!" At the thought of it, he picked up a nearby chopstick, performed the swish-and-flick movement surprisingly skillfully, and recited, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Dennis stared in fascination. "Do you... do you think you could show me all the magic stuff you learn when you get back?"

"I'm afraid not," interjected the woman who brought the message. "As long as Colin is below the age of 17, he will not legally be able to perform magic outside of school."

Dennis frowned. "So, my brother will be seeing and learning all about your amazing world, and I won't be able to see it for another six years?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Actually, a mere two years, Dennis. You are listed in our records as well... set to begin school the fall of 1994, should your invitation be accepted the summer prior to."

"So... I'm a wizard, too?" Dennis asked, his excitement building up.

With a smile and a nod, she turned back to their parents. "Well, certain preparations will have to be made before..."

But, Colin and Dennis weren't really listening to what she said. They were too excited about what was to come.


Dennis smiled, watching his two-year-old son play. He couldn't wait to see how excited he got at his letter of acceptance, though it wouldn't be as much. His parents, of course, were witch and wizard, so he'd grow up knowing what he is before his letter came.

After a moment or two, little Colin abandoned his toys and waddled over to his father. When Dennis saw Colin's tiny arms reaching up for him, he leaned over and picked up up, hoisting the giggling toddler in the air. "How's my little boy doing?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Okay, Dadda," Colin squeaked happily. The father cradled his little boy in his arms as he tickled his belly; Colin squealed with laughter. As soon as his dad stopped, he cried, "Dadda, make me fwy!"

"Again?" asked Dennis, cracking a smile. "But, we already did that half an our ago."

"Again! Again!" Colin chanted excitedly.

"Alright..." Dennis placed his eager son on the chair and pulled his old wand out from his jacket pocket. With the proper swish-and-flick movement at Colin, he recited, "Wingardium Leviosa," and began to make him fly around the room about three feet from the ground as he cried out with glee.

If only Colin the First could see his wonderful baby nephew... Little Colin was so much like his namesake in so many ways. And, as he grew, Dennis would see more ways make themselves known.

A few things I'd like to clarify: Waterfront is my parody of the board game Battleship. For any of you who aren't familiar with this fact, I do not like to use copyright names in my works of fiction, fan or original. Secondly, someone has hand-delivered Colin's Hogwarts letter as he is Muggle-born, though I couldn't be entirely sure who to have it be, so I just addressed the deliverer as "the woman who brought the message". I had a good idea it was McGonagall, though, as Dumbledore delivered Tom M. Riddle's. Hang on for the future chapters, because things will start getting interesting.