Colin woke to the familiar rumble of his father's milk truck. How many times had he and Dennis rode with Da on his rounds? He felt for his camera…..funny it wasn't around his neck…in fact he was starkers!
How embarrassing, to be caught naked in the back of the truck…what would Da say when he opened up the slider to get the first pint?
He opened his eyes and saw a pile of clothes and slipped on his jumper and jeans quickly.
Ah there was his camera! Slipping the strap around his neck he made his way to the front of the van.
Wait….Da was not driving……it was…."GRANDPA! "
Collin's grandfather turned, a wide smile splitting his weather worn face. ''Hello boy-o! I did na' expect ya firs'! I was expecting your Da or maybe your Uncle Albie."
"What do you mean the first grandpa?"
"Boy-o what is de las' ting you be remembering afore you woke here?"
Collin thought hard…..Dennis and he at Hogwarts, they had been hiding, with Neville….then, Harry! Harry had come back! They said he had to leave but Harry needed help, Harry needed his help! So he had made sure Dennis was safe, handed him his camera and went back.
He had been fighting alongside a 7th year Slytherin who had stayed to fight Voldemort…two death eaters had cornered them….a green light……"Oh crap I'm dead!"
"Now der is no need for that kind of language Boy-O! But you do have it right you is a hero my boy!"
"Grandpa I have to know did we win? Is the world safe for Dennis and Da? Did Harry kill the bastard?"
"Boy-o we will just have to find out when we get there."
"There? Where are we going Grandpa?"
With a smile and a wink his grandpa responded "To your granny boy-o and to forever."