Author's Note: Well, death is never good…

Title: Role Reversal

Rating: PG

Spoilers: There aren't too many spoilers in chapters 1-12. The whole story has some spoilers, but how else do you write a fanfic? The chapter with major spoilers is "Old Friends".

Summary: James and Lily make a bet. Lily has to pull a bunch of pranks and James can't do any.

Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Harry Potter or its characters. If you're reading this, you should already know whom it belongs to anyway.

Setting: This story is set in MWPP years. If you don't know what that means, you probably shouldn't be reading this fanfic.

!!! = setting change

italics= emphasis

-Loss-

"We have to get out of here," Harry hissed.

Hermione screamed as a Death Eater blew up a box in front of her. Sirius pulled her out of the way by grabbing the hem of her robes with his teeth (AN: Remember, he's still a dog.).

The three ran, with Harry dragging Colin's body. They stopped when they were a safe distance away from people.

"Oh no," Hermoine said. "I can't believe this. Colin's… dead."

Sirius transformed back into himself. "We have to alert the others immediately."

Harry looked at the corpse in front of him. "It's my fault," he said to himself. "It's all my fault." He took out his Invisibility Cloak (AN: I forgot to mention that he had it in the last chapter.) and put it over Colin Creevey's body after saying, "Mobilicorpus."

!!!

"What happened?" Sarah asked.

"Colin Creevey followed us. The Death Eaters discovered we were there and tried to kill us. They got Colin instead," Harry replied in a dull voice.

"Okay, this mission is aborted. We're going back to Hogwarts. Round up everyone else."

Sirius, Veronica, and Arabella ran off.

"Come on," Sarah said to Harry and Hermione. "We'll go ahead and inform Dumbledore."

!!!

Professor McGonagall was in shock. "He's dead? You're sure?"

"Yes."

"How did he even get there in the first place?"

"He must have followed us without us noticing."

Dumbledore had a grave expression on his face. "Minerva, please inform the rest of the staff that Mr. Creevey will no longer be with us. When you've finished with that, kindly fetch Dennis Creevey and send him to my office."

McGonagall nodded and left.

The other witches and wizards came out of the fireplace.

"Did you get any information?" the headmaster asked them.

"No much," Sirius replied. "I couldn't hear a lot. All I know is that they're planning an attack on Hungary sometime in November or December."

"Anything else?"

The others shook their heads.

"Very well. I will tell the students about Colin's passing tonight. I must go now." He walked out of the room.

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"I can't believe he's dead," Ron said. "He was annoying, but I never wanted him dead."

Hermione looked like she was going to cry.

"It's my fault," said Harry. "It's all my fault."

"What?" Veronica asked. "How is it your fault?"

"He never would have followed us if it hadn't been for me," he explained. "Colin was always following me around, asking questions. Because I'm famous. If it hadn't been for me, he wouldn't have died."

Remus said, "Harry, it's not your fault."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not," Sarah said vehemently. "It is not your fault that you are famous. It's not your fault that Colin looked up to you. It isn't your fault that you're the boy who lived."

"And it's not your fault that your parents died so you could be the boy who lived," Sirius told him. "Living isn't a crime, Harry."

Veronica looked at the teenage boy. "You can't blame yourself for other people's actions. You cannot blame yourself for what's happened. You are not responsible for anyone but yourself."

Harry looked at his friends and the adults around him. "Okay," he said quietly.

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Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement at dinner. "I regret to inform you that Colin Creevey has been killed by Lord Voldemort's forces."

Everyone gasped. Dennis Creevey's eyes were red. He had obviously been crying for a while.

The headmaster continued to speak, telling everyone not to try what Colin had done. "And now," he said, "I would like to tell you about something else. Would the dog at the Gryffindor House table please come up here?"

Sirius trotted up to the front of the staff table. Dumbledore told him to transform, so he did.

The students gasped again.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's Note: All right, I'm ending it here, because my dad is insane… That's where I get it from, I guess…