Warning: The following chapter might be confusing as hell. If you still choose to read it but don't get it, ask for an explanation in your review. :)
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Of Glorious Lives and Obituaries
Of Photos and Hiking
"Watch out, Colin!" his girlfriend screamed in horror. He stopped walking and looked. Looked straight into 300 feet of thin air and to the rocky bottom beneath that.
He gulped in shock and fell to the ground as his legs suddenly gave way. Besides, it was much safer to sit there than stand. He turned his head slowly and peeked down the steep precipice that had almost been his doom, had he taken another step backwards. So that's why it was important to look where you were going, he realized.
"You stupid idiot!" a figure smacked into him full force, almost kicking them both over the edge.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but then his lips were already covered with another pair, and there was no need for words.
"Emily," he sighed into her hair when she refused to let go of him.
"Be careful," she whispered back. "I don't want to lose you over some stupid photo."
"You won't," he shushed her.
They were hiking in the mountains, one of her favourite pastimes, and taking photos, one of his. He preferred capturing people on the film to birds and pretty flowers, but as a photographer for the Daily Prophet he was able to do enough of that at his job.
She did let him go in the end, but instead of continuing their trip, she insisted on staying at the spot.
"Let's just sit here and look around," she told him. "The view is simply breathtaking."
She was right, of course, and he took a few shots of their surroundings for her – she loved nature photos – and a couple of photos of her for himself – she was beautiful, and he loved her.
"It's peaceful out here, isn't it?" she smiled, and he nodded.
After a while, she stood up and brought her hand above her eyes to get a better look at something.
"What do you see?" he inquired.
"People," she answered, and pointed. "Down there. Muggles."
Colin looked, and indeed there were people down there.
"Hey, they're waving to us," Emily exclaimed, and waved back, while he took a few photos of their co-hikers.
They stayed there until sunset. She said it was amazing. He said she was amazing. She smiled, and kissed him, and they started their way down.
It would have been so much easier to Apparate, but with the Muggles around they didn't dare. Besides, she insisted they did it the correct way. As a Muggleborn, her family had often taken her hiking in her childhood, and it was a tradition she wasn't going to let go.
She was still upset about him almost falling and held on to him all the time, even though he reassured her that everything was all right, and nothing was going to happen to either of them.
It was the last hill before the plain where they stopped for a momentary rest. The darkness surrounded them from all sides, and Colin lighted his wand.
The moment he did it, however, a loud bang sounded from somewhere to their right, and everything went dark.
"Get the camera," someone shouted, while another voice asked,
"What do we do with the girl?"
"Kill her," was the last thing Colin Creevey heard before everything faded away.
The End.