Internet

Pairing: Harry & Denise Creevey

Summary: Harry finds some picture of himself online, taken by Dennis Creevey. Seeing these pictures brings up long buried memories for Harry.

AN: Thank you to Abby Ebon for this idea.

Rating: K

Warnings: None

Most of the magical world had thought that just because Voldemort was dead the war would be over. It had taken less than a week for that bubble to be violently burst by the Lestrange brothers. They had attacked a small muggle/magical village called Loc Sheil just in Scotland, nearly destroying it before Auror could respond. It had taken another four and a half years to find and stop the last of the Death Eaters. Thankfully there had been some like Draco Malfoy, who had been forced by his Mother to become a Death Eater, who were more than happy to help find and stop the true Death Eaters. Also there had been very few who had listen to what the Death Eaters said trying to gain new followers.

Harry sighed, shaking his head. He had not thought about that time in years, and wouldn't have now if he hadn't stumbled on a web site Colin Creevey had set up as a memorial for his little brother, Dennis, and everyone who had died in the war. At the start of Dennis' first year at Hogwarts he had started taking pictures of everyone and everything. He wanted to be sure that everything was remembered, both good and bad. At first it had irritated Harry, thinking that he was just a rabid fan like Colin. It wasn't until Christmas break of that year that Harry finally asked Dennis to stop and he explained to Harry why he was taking all the pictures he was.

Harry had forgotten a lot of things that had happened that Dennis had gotten pictures of. Harry laughed seeing the picture of himself, drunk as a skunk, kissing Fred Weasley and Ron's bachelor party. Of course the next day when his boyfriend had seen the picture he'd freaked out, accusing Harry of cheating on him; something Harry had never done and never would. As it turned out Lance, a cousin of Flur's, had been cheating on Harry. Fred and George were the ones to help Harry through that pain, not the Ron and Hermione hadn't been there for him too.

And there was the picture taken the instant Percy was hit with the killing curse. That had only been seven months after Hermione and Ron's wedding; the day Percy told the family that his husband, Oliver Weasley nee Wood, was three months pregnant. Thankfully Oliver was not hurt, but they all knew that if he had not been pregnant he would have died from a broken heart. Harry had insisted that Oliver move in with him until the Death Eaters were all either in prison or dead. Six months, to the day, after Percy was killed his son decided to make a sudden late night appearance. Percius Weasley was born at 1:24am, delivered by Harry and his uncles George and Fred. Oliver had met a very nice American wizard, Frank, three years after Percy died, and married him two years after that; on the same day Frank had adopted Percius. Now Percius himself was about to become a father for the first time himself.

So many pictures, so many memories. Harry smiled, who knew that going online today to check the firewalls that kept muggle off real magical world websites would bring back so many memories, reminding him that even in the darkest of times there is always light.

Note: Okay this took a major left turn from the very first word. I had planned on writing something about first loves lost, but that is not at all what Harry wanted me to write. That's okay though, I like how this turned out. Let me know what you think.

Next Time: I'm not sure what the next prompt word I'll use will be.