Author's Notes: Dangit! It won't let me update!!! ARGH! Oh, well, in the meantime, I'll write this chapter…I don't own any characters!
Chapter 6
"Whoa," thought Colin, he was sprawled on the Quidditch Field. "What happened?"
"Colin? Colin Creevey?!" came an unbearably annoying voice, followed by a blinding flash of light…which was then followed by another blinding flash.
"Huh?" Colin asked, as he rubbed his forehead with his right hand, and felt a peculiar cut—or something—on his skin.
"Hiya, Colin!" came the annoying voice again.
"Who are you?" he asked, too lazy to open his eyes—and the fact that he didn't wish to be blinded again.
"I—I'm H-Harry P-p-potter!" Colin's eyes bolted open, and he flew up into a standing position.
"W-wh-wh-what?!"
"Can I have your autograph?" Harry asked.
"Huh?"
"You're famous!"
"No…not really," he drawled out. "Wait, am I?!"
"Y-y-you're the Boy-Who-Lived! You survived the curse of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! I've read all of your books!" Colin's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and he mumbled a quick good-bye, leaving Harry to gaze, in awe, at his retreating back, and then, a few moments later, at his sprawled figure as he tripped and splatted into the mud.
"Hermione?" Colin gasped, attempting to catch his breath from running all the way up to the Griffindor Common Room. "Hermione? Where are you?"
"Yes?" she called, snootily.
"Wh-what happened? Why is Harry following me? What's going on?!"
"What are you, stupid?!" she snapped. "Heeellllooooooo, anybody home?!" she called knocking on his head, obnoxiously.
"Sto-o-o-p iiiiitt!" he whined.
"The wish, remember? You wanted to be like Harry Potter, I have created an alternate universe, and this is it. Happy?"
"Yes! That's awesome! Cool! I'm going to go!" he yelled, and, with that, he darted out the door to the Quidditch Field, to practice his flying.
"I want to ride my Fiii-re-bolt, I want to ride my broom!" he sang. (A/N: To the tune of "Bicycle" by Queen) Needless-to-say, Colin was having a great time riding his new Firebolt through the stadium, while he had Harry drooling at his feet, in awe of his talent.
"Colin! I want to be just like you!" Harry squealed as he took another thousand pictures. "Oh my Merlin, you are sooooo cool!" Harry squeaked as Colin dived towards the ground, but pulled up before he crashed. 'Wait—does this mean I'm that annoying with the pictures and blinding people?! Nah, I'm awesome. It's just bloody Harry Potter.' Colin thought.
"Haha, I'm one-of-a-kind!" he laughed as he circled the pitch, once more.
"CREEVEY!" Snape shouted.
"Wha—" Colin began, "P-Professor?"
"Get down here! You were supposed to be at Occlumency ten minutes ago!" Snape snarled.
"Occ-what?" Colin replied, blankly.
"Occlumency, you ignorant b—" shouted Snape. "Buffoon," he finished.
"Riiiight, I'll be down in ten minutes."
"Excuse me, Mr. Creevey?" he snapped. "You will get down here now!"
"You can't talk to me like that! I'm Colin Creevey, the boy-who-lived!" he gloated.
"You bloody won't be "the boy-who-lived" for much longer, if you don't get your arse down here now!"
"Let's consult together against this greasy knight!" Colin whispered to Harry as he flew down to the ground. (10 points for whoever can find out which play this quote came from…Here's a hint: Merry W.)
"What is occlumency, anyway?" he asked once he had hopped off his broom and trudged back to the castle with Snape breathing down his neck.
"Occlumency, is the only way you're going to stop Voldermort from entering your mind!"
"V-V-V—"
"Voldermort, Creevey."
"V-voldermort can enter my mind?!"
"Yes, it is also how your godfather died!" he snapped, getting angrier. "Hurry up!"
"Yes, sir." Colin grumbled. This sucks.
"Are you ready?" Snape asked, as soon as they entered the classroom.
"N—" but he didn't get to finish his sentence, because Snape had already shouted the incantation and jumped into his mind. Colin finding the bottle…casting the wish…snapping pictures of Harry Potter…meeting his baby brother for the first time…
"Are you even trying?!"
"Trying what? What's going on?!"
"Trying," Snape spat, "to prevent me from going into your mind, you git."
"How?!"
"By clearing your mind! Have we not been through this before?!"
"Sor—" Flying on his Firebolt…singing off-tune in the shower…getting lost in Hogwarts…
"Try harder!"
"I-I c-can't!" He yelled as he fell onto the dungeon floor, in exhaustion.
"Get out of my sight, and come back when you're prepared!" he yelled and slammed the door behind Colin.
Whoa. What was that about? Soooomebody has a wand shoved up their butt! Colin laughed at his joke. "Colin?" Dumbledore called, as he walked by his office entrance.
"Huh?" he replied.
"Come in here, I want to talk to you about the prophecy."
"What prophecy?"
"Did you cast a memory charm on yourself about that?"
"N-I'm mean—yes. Yes, I cannot remember a thing." That was clever, I solved the problem. I'm so clever.
"The prophecy," began Dumbledore, once they had entered his office, "that I told you about, at the end of last year…"
"Go on."
"…the one who is born as the 3rd month dies…whose parents are muggles and have nicht (nicht is German for 'not') defied Voldermort…marked as his equal…neither can live while the other survives."
Colin emitted a high-pitched squeal and was very pale at the end of hearing the prophecy. Ah! I don't wanna die! I'm not strong enough to defeat Voldermort! EEEEPP!
"Colin? Are you alright?"
"Yes," he squeaked 3 octaves too high. "I'm going to go back to my common room now."
This sucks. What am I going to do? I don't wanna die. Wait, maybe someone else was born then too! I can't be the only Aries in Hogwarts…nor can I be the only muggleborn. There have to be more…and I'm going to find them…hahaha. Hold on, I know who! Everything checks out…born at the end of a month and muggleborn. Haha. I've got it! (5 points goes to the person that can review and tell me who Colin believes to be the other Muggleborn that matches the prophecy!)
Author's Notes: Tom Welling is hott, and Orlando is not.
Next Chapter: You find out how much change has occurred thanks to Colin's wish.
Future Events: The bottle is going to switch possessions thrice before my story ends. Das ist eins.
