Written for Colors Competition: White Positive
War.
Death.
The two words come together hand in hand, rolling off your tongue with ease.
But War kills without bias, without judgement, without thinking.
And Death comes, and feasts upon the thousands and thousands of souls, not stopping to see if the cold, lifeless body was of the young boy who just ran out to buy candy, or the merciless soldier whose guns killed women and men and children alike.
He was seventeen when the war struck.
A muggle-born, expelled under Voldemort's orders.
Yet he returned to fight.
He was underage, but he didn't care. Hogwarts had become his home, and he was going to stop the cold-hearted creature reigning over his beloved school.
At all costs.
Despite his height he easily passed through the stream of stone-faced fighters at Hog's Head Inn.
Throughout the pep talks and planning he stayed behind, in the shadows.
No one noticed him.
Eventually, they did, in the fight, but not really. Just a tense nod and the next thing he knew a hex was fired somewhere and they were gone.
He did his best, as he always did, hexing and jinxing every Death Eater that came into his sight.
But the good die young, and as Death comes hand in hand with War, so does Innocence.
He only ever wanted to protect his home.
But he had paid the ultimate price to defend the place he loved so dearly in his heart.
There, cast to a side and trampled upon, Colin Creevey lay dead.