OMG I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAP! AHAHAHAHAHA
so 100HPobsessed this chapter is completely and utterly for you as well as my apologies for sending it out to you so much later than i planned

A light had always been coupled with the thought of Colin Creevey. As well as mousy characteristics and sudden appearances and always an "All right, Harry?" Like hearing any response from the raven haired boy was such a privilege. But yes, a bright, flashing, head ache inducing light had always haloed his appearance.

Annoying at times? Perhaps, but always consistent in the very least.

And the school's secret keeper.

No, he wasn't the key element in any complex charm. That was, unless, you saw the thread that held all of the student's at Hogwarts together under one name, and had it captured on film.

Denis stood in front of the teetering house. Not unlike his brother in appearance, he looked up to the highest window with large blue orbs, a cardboard box weighing in his hands. He pulled his eyes back down, cast a glance to either side of his meek frame, it had become a force of habit, before shuffling to the front door. He had to balance the heavy box on his hip for a moment to knock on the door, snuggled in the gingerbread porch with its paint peeling.

The door wasn't opened by a red head, instead a blonde whose image was scattered in so many of his brother's photos.

"Katie," he said somewhat surprised, knowing her name despite their 5 year age gap. "You're here?"

"I'm always here," she tried to manage with a smile, but failed rather miserably. "oh, lemme help you, hu?" she said, not waiting for response before taking hold of box in his hands and leading him into the kitchen.

"Is Ginny here?" the small Creevey boy asked, his brown eyes, the only trait that differed from his deceased brother, looking around expectantly for the familiar flaming red hair.

The blonde witch shook her head, "No, she's with Harry in the village," she said, placing the box on the table. "Something for her?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I just didn't know who else to give it to," he said with a lingering look at the said box. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh," the witch said, putting some water on the stove with a flick of her wand before sitting down, "I'm always here these days."

"You said that already."

"Oh, well I suppose I have, but there's not much to say after that," she looked up at him, "sit down will you?" he complied. "So Creevey, what are you up to these days?"

"Well, trying to finish school-"

"-That's right!" she interjected with a smile, "I forgot you were still there. You're a fourth year now, aren't you?"

He nodded, "Yeah, on winter break now, things are ok up there."

The kettle shrieked loudly at that moment and Katie strode across the room easily and poured two mugs full, adding cream and sugar to his at his liking. "How's the Quidditch team?"

"Lousy."

"Slytherin's?"

"Even worse."

She smiled a wicked smile, "perfect."

"Anyway," the teenage boy went on, "I wasn't sure of whom to bring these to; I thought here would be the best place."

"What are 'these' anyway?" she asked more to herself than the small wizard as with another flick the box was pried open.

There she found it filled to the brim with leather bound albums and scattered pictures that had freed themselves from their imprisonment.

From the other side of the table Denis watched with hesitation as Katie picked up on of the liberated photos and held it in front of watering green eyes. He knew which one she had chosen, he could see a faint image through the back but he didn't need this hint. Slowly the witch had lowered herself back into her chair, her hand rising into a fist which rested next to her mouth.

"It's the Christmas holiday we decided to stay at school," she murmured, her fist unclenched and running through her hair. "We decided just to find every passage way and trap door we could and tried to remember every password to every doorway behind a statue or portrait. They had given the map to Harry a few weeks later. "

She stared at the picture for a long time. He knew she was watching herself and the twins, aged 15 years, sitting at the long table in the Great Hall, Fred and George sitting on opposite sides with the Marauder's Map laid out inbetween them. She had been sitting next to Fred, meticulously scribing what they knew and what they had yet to learn, and occasionally elbowing Fred in the ribs for no doubt a snippy comment.

Finally she had placed the picture down in front of her and the two tangible citizens of wizarding Europe watched as Fred Weasley, forever held captive in his 4 inch by 6 inch frame, , plant a kiss on the temple of 15 year old Katie Bell.

Denis looked up and saw Katie cradle the side of her face in the palm of her hand, no doubt trying to inconspicuously rub the same spot on her forehead.

When her green eyes finally found his brown ones, they were accompanied by fat tears with a bit of her bottom lip. "Thank you Denis," she gave him a watery smile. "Thank you so much."

He gave her a grim smile back, pushing his chair back and making his way out of the Burrow. Once at the door Katie had found her spot by the door next to him.

"Molly and mostly everyone else are out and about," she placed a hand on his small shoulder, "I'll make sure they know who gave them such a great gift. And, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

She gave him a crooked smile, "I can't say we were all as nice as we could have been to your brother. He deserved so much more."

He gave her a smile, "He loved every second of it and wouldn't have wanted it changed."

"You seem older than you are," her hand fell back to her side with another small smile, "Thanks again Creevey."

He made his way out with a nod and got to the end of the drive when he turned around and shouted back to the witch watching him leave, "I REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKED THAT ARTICLE IN THE QUIBBLER ABOUT UMBRIDGE!! AND TELL LUNA I LIKED HERS ON SNORKEL SHAKS!"

A new wave sweep towards him from doorway of a house that was home to many great heroes and many great hearts. As he walked away he wanted to dearly to be a part of it, not realizing his presence graced the place with a new light, unlike his brother's only in that it was a gentle luminous glow rather than a sharp flash.

yeah, in my head this was going to be longer and betterer...er. but its not. my bad. and i apologize AGAIN 100obsessed because you really deserve more. i blame it on my inadequate amount of knowledge on the creevey boys and my inability to find time and study them up as peeps. im so sorry, you really really really REALLY deserve better cause youve been with me for long and such a faithful and wonderful reviewer and friend and i realy really apologize

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