Author's Note: This one is a little sad, but the idea just popped into my head. So here we go, staying true to the books for once.

PS: This quote was a hard one, but not as hard as the next one. And this looked so much longer on WORD...

Quote #3

Dennis Creevey walked slowly along the gravestones, looking for one in particular. His brother, Collin, was killed at sixteen years old in the Battle at Hogwarts. Dennis had quit his magical education because of that, but he didn't blame the death eaters, or Harry Potter or even Lord Voldemort. He blamed Collin, and after a good long time, 10 years to be exact, he finally visited his brother to tell him just that.

"Collin," Dennis looked down at the grave. He shook his head and reached into his backpack, pulling out his brother's old camera and hanging it on the tombstone. "This is yours." Dennis said. "You had me hold it for you, remember? 'I'll get it when I get back Dennis.' That's what you told me. But you never came back Collin!" Dennis knew he seemed foolish, yelling at a tombstone. He dropped to his knees and cried.

"I'm different now Collin, I…I stopped being a wizard because of you…" Dennis cried. "You always told me I could do something great with my magic! But it was magic that killed you! That's what happened, but you'll never understand…" Dennis pulled out his wand and held it in his clenched fists. "You don't understand! I coulda had class, I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody instead of a bum, which is what I am." Dennis continued to cry.

"Dennis?" a woman's voice startled Dennis and he looked up, meeting the eyes of one familiar friend from Hogwarts, Maria Script. "Dennis Creevey?" Dennis wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to smile.

"Maria," he said. He stood up and wiped the dirt off his pants. "Um, hi…."

"Hi," she said shyly. "I couldn't help but overhear…" Dennis was sure the whole graveyard could hear him. "Did you really quit wizardry?" Dennis looked at his shoes and nodded. "I don't blame you; my brother died that day too…"

"I'm sorry," Dennis said. "But you still do magic?" Maria nodded. "How…Why?" Dennis asked.

"Because my brother always told me to reach for the stars and be the best I can be." Maria said. Dennis gulped. Collin would tell him the same thing. "So now I teach at Beubaxtons," Maria said. "So that other kids know to reach for the stars as well." Dennis smiled at Maria. She had a really good point.

"Dennis, do you want to get some coffee and talk?" Maria asked. Dennis looked up at her and nodded.

"That would be great, thanks Maria." Dennis said. He turned back to Collin's grave as Maria began to walk. "Maybe I won't be a bum for long Collin…" He smiled and patted the tombstone before turning to catch up with Maria.

Quote: "You don't understand! I coulda had class, I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody instead of a bum, which is what I am." – On The Waterfront