I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter AT ALL!(unfortunately)
Death of A Photographer
My name is Colin Creevey. When I entered my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I expected things to change... and not for the better.
It had become apparent that the wizarding world was changing. He Who Must Not Be Named had taken over. Darkness overtook the school, a place once recognized for having great security against the dark arts. But last night, things changed. Hope came back in the form of Harry Potter.
It was revealed a war was coming. The Battle of Hogwarts I knew it would be called. Despite being told to leave, I fought. I fought onto the grounds, using everything I had.
Now I lie on the ground, unable to move. I don't know exactly what hit me, but I could feel my life draining away.
I thought about the last six years.
My thoughts began with my dad. He'll be torn apart at the news. It would be another blow to the man who had already suffered so much loss in his life.
I don't know about Harry though. Would he be hurt? I recently realized I had been somewhat of an annoyance to him in the past years. My lips curved into a smile at the memory of asking Harry to sign the photo I had taken of him and Lockhart first year.
Those were good memories. They were memories I hold onto now as it becomes tougher to breath. I focus on them instead of all the chaos going on around me.
Now the darkness is overriding my vison, like a cap over a camara lens. The sounds of the surrounding battle become mute, and then... nothing.