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Title: Ten Years
Author: Duh, me! Night Essence
Rating: PG
Summary: Colin visits the graveyard.
Colin Creevey was silent as he watched everyone that was gathered at the graveyard. So far he was the only one to notice that both Slytherins and Gryffindors had come to pay their respects. He would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised that they were here. Because Colin had visited this graveyard twice every year for ten years and this was the first time he had seen them here since the war. Colin hadn't realized before, but he had enjoyed the solitude he spent here with his brother. Well, his late brother. Leave it to Dennis to get involved in something that he shouldn't have. But now was not the time to reminisce. He glanced at the mourners again before looking down at his brother's grave.
This had to be hard for them. The first time in ten years that they had come to see their loved ones. Colin himself knew he never would've been able to wait that long, he was too attached to his brother. His dear sweet, innocent, little brother who was too naive to think the war would be anything that would hurt them. Colin shook his head and walked away from the grave. He sat on a bench nearby and watched the others. He saw Theodore holding a crying Pansy. In school he would've thought that Slytherins couldn't feel but he grew out of those childhood notions and saw the world for what it was, a place where love was lost and found. And for everyone here right now, love had been found and lost. Harry stood and went over to help comfort Ron. It amazed him, really. Gryffindors and Slytherins were so alike. So loyal to their friends and willing to push aside their own grief to help them.
Colin shook his head again and stood to leave. He knew these were personal moments and he left the others to their grief. He walked away and thought. Ten years. These people waited ten years to come and visit those who had passed. He couldn't imagine waiting that long. Because ten years was a long time. And for him, ten years was a reminder. A reminder that his brother could've been so much more than a statistic. So yes, ten years was a reminder.
How was it? I wanted to have someone's view on everyone else and their actions. So please review.