Dennis Creevey

Dennis Michael Creevey - 16 - Gryffindor - Prefect

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My enemy’s enemy — Dennis

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blcisezcbinii:

The old saying “my enemy’s enemy is my friend” was always deeply rooted in Blaise’s life. He’s made many temporary alliances to help others settle grudges while adding to his list unfortunate victims. Blaise got to let the trickster inside him loose while others got their revenge. It always brought him joy to know that someone whose sibling used to idolize Harry Potter is now his biggest critic. Their mutual hate of Potter had brought Dennis and Blaise together into an unexpected partnership.

He waited in an empty classroom for Dennis to show up. Once in a while it was nice to have someone to rant to that wasn’t in Slytherin. It gave him a different perspective especially since Dennis had to live in the same house. Their rant sessions were therapeutic but also informative for the day when they both decide to strike their revenge. 

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Dennis always had trouble controlling his anger, but before the war it had never been so difficult. Before, there wasn't much to be angry about, besides things most teenagers went through, but now? Now he knew sadness, despair, unfairness, now he knew what it meant to trust someone and be disappointed without a second thought from the person. Now he knew hate. And ever since the war was over, ever since he lost the most important person in his life, he wanted to get revenge for it, for his loss.

"Blaise." He muttered just after entering the classroom, carrying not more than his wand and the usual look after a night drinking. As much as alcohol helped easing the pain, nothing made things better such as those encounters. It was somewhat awkward, befriending someone he would not even look twice before, but they both wanted the same thing and "my enemy's enemy is my friend". Isn't that what they say? "Any news?"

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An incredibly detailed list of questions, through the many characters of Harry Potter:

Harry Potter: How important do you think your life is?

Ron Weasley: Is there someone who you would go to the ends of the earth for?

Hermione Granger: Do people ever underestimate you because of who you are? 

Neville Longbottom: What’s one thing you doubt about yourself?

Ginny Weasley: Have you ever been forced to do something you never would do otherwise?

Draco Malfoy: Have you ever felt pressured by your expectations?

Luna Lovegood: Do people generally consider you strange? 

Cho Chang: Do you often show your emotions?

Fred Weasley: Could you go on if anyone from you family were to die?

George Weasley: Are you a generally optimistic person?

Lavender Brown: Have you ever been madly in love?

Seamus Finnegan: Are you prone to accidents, in any way?

Cedric Diggory: Would you put your life on the line for honour?

Rubeus Hagrid: Has anyone ever framed you because of who you are?

Albus Dumbledore: Have you ever done something unforgivable?

Severus Snape: Do you have any long-lasting wishes or regrets?

Minerva McGonagall:

Sybill Trelawney: Have your accomplishments and abilities ever been questioned?

Dolores Umbridge: Would you deny the truth in order to maintain safety?

Horace Slughorn: Is there something in your memory that you never want to tell?

Remus Lupin: What’s the most you would do for a friend?

Sirius Black: Do you prefer friends to family?

Molly Weasley: Do you ever feel responsible for someone that isn’t part of your immediate family?

Fleur Delacour: Do you like to make the best of a bad situation?

Alistair Moody: Are you judged mainly on your appearance?

Nymphadora Tonks: Are there any talents you have that people love?

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Would you consider yourself a good choice for a position of power?

Mundungus Fletcher: Do you believe in profit over importance?

Peter Pettigrew: Have you ever had betrayed a friend for a reason? 

Bellatrix Lestrange: Would you turn against your family?

Lucius Malfoy: Do you use your job as an influence against anyone?

Fenrir Greyback: Do you ever feel hatred against those different from you?

Barty Crouch, Jr: Have you parents ever been forced to punish you by obligation?

Lord Voldemort: Would you want to be immortal?

James Potter: What’s the most you would do for a friend?

Lily Potter: Would ever you sacrifice yourself to save someone else?

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Sleeping AU Dennis and Oliver //I'm sorry xD

Who is a night owl: Oliver, he’s always trying to study and work until late nights and Dennis has to beg him to please, come to bed

Who is a morning person: None, both of them hate mornings and sometimes they can’t even wake up because of not hearing the alarm. Their friends think they are enjoying the mornings too much and, although that’s true sometimes, it’s really because they can’t wake up

Are they cuddlers: Yes, especially because Dennis loves cuddling

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Dennis is the big spoon and Oliver is the little spoon, but they might change it in some occasions

What is their favorite sleeping position: Close, facing each other instead of cuddling, because that way if any of them wakes up because of a nightmare, they can see immediately recognize the other person and try to calm down

Who steals all the blankets: Oliver, and Dennis let him - he’s not a fan of mad/moody/irritated Oliver (don’t tell Oliver he said it)

What they wear to bed: - open to interpretation

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: They both very much prefer to see each other naked, really

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Dennis, and he’s usually very, very sorry about it - and promises to make up for it every time (meaning: night, or morning, or shower time, or... well you get it)

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Both, and they help each other calm down even if they can’t sleep afterwards

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Dennis, just because he was having that dream again about saving Colin

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Both

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Moody || Dennis & Flora

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"So, is it you?" The first time Dennis saw the picture he now held in her hands, he couldn't keep himself from smiling - he didn't even notice that his lips curved, but they did. All because he noticed it was Flora, a younger and very moody Flora, screaming at someone and gesturing with her hands as if she was about to lose her temper for good. It fit her somehow, even though they had never fought like this (and she tried controlling her temper when around people because of the trials), and in other times Dennis would have laughed of it. Well, thinking better, in other times they maybe wouldn't be friends - but that was a possibility he didn't like to think much about

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sallysmith-slytherin:

Colin. The little blonde lamb. 

In that instant, Sally pulled back her hand and without even realizing it, she took a step back as well. Her eyes remained fixed into Dennis’ as a hazy, morbid short film started to play inside her mind. Colin took photos of the battle, he actually captured some of the most intense moments in the wizarding history, choosing, probably, not to fight, Or at least not to accord too much important to surviving. And now, this picture could save her life. How… uncomfortable felt that. 

At this point, horror, pride, adrenaline and a massive hunger to fight formed a mix of feelings that took over her body - her muscles contracted and her fists clenched. That picture of her dueling Dolohov caught the girl unprepared.It was like she went through those moments over again in a second, or less. The agitation around, how the walls came down, the screams, the flashes both wands were throwing around - Sally relieved all these again, more vivid than while having nightmares. 

“I…” She just couldn’t say she saved those kinds, it was not what her name rhymed with.  And even if she did so, and she never regretted it, she couldn’t assume that action. She did what it felt right, just as she tortured because at some point it felt right. But that was a subject for some self-debate late at night.  “You never displayed this one in the Great Hall. Why? Why are you giving it to me, now that the trial is coming? Do you….” the blonde started, but she needed to stop the question, not knowing exactly whether she should continue with it or not. In all honesty, she was afraid to ask it, but it was the correct things to do. “Do you know that this can have a massive impact on my trial, right?”

"I wanted to prove a point. And it didn't involve the war, not the battle or anything that came before it." The answer was simple, so simple, it surprised him how easy it was to speak. He had never actually tell people what he meant by doing so, besides his best friend and Romilda, because he wanted them to understand by themselves. After all, he displayed those pictures because he wanted everyone to understand that there was life before the blood and the horror, but it was over now - it would forever be, no one would ever be able to go back to that. He wished he could, he truly did, but for Dennis it would forever be impossible not only because of the time hiding or the never-ending fear, but also the fact that Colin was gone. For good.

"Does it matter?" He stared at her for a brief second, or two, really really stared at her. Her eyes were green, but right now they displayed too many emotions - more than he was expecting, more than some people who knew her for long had probably seen. Maybe that's what it meant, to do something that had such an impact in someone; it meant he got to see things he shouldn't, or wouldn't it not because of it. "It's not me in the photo, not me who did what you did. You're the one to decide what happens to this picture."

He looked at her once again before seeing the picture - he had watched it for so long, over and over, not only to figure out who it was also but also just because. His brother took it, Colin, one thing, one of the last things, maybe the last, he did when alive, breathing... it mattered. It mattered so much. Yet, it broke him to know he would never have the chance to take pictures of a new Hogwarts, a new magical world, one they wouldn't have to fear so much.

"It's yours if you want. Your call." He held his breath and stretched his arm, willing to give her the picture. He had a copy of it, of course, but she didn't have to know about it. "The only thing I ask you is to remember who took it."

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Grief Down Aisle Three

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oliverxrivers:

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Oliver couldn’t say that he wasn’t surprised at the little stunt Dennis had pulled in the Great Hall the other day; but he was still astounded.  Something like that took a lot of courage, and more importantly, the art of not giving a shit of what others think.  Oliver recognized the look on the boy’s face because it was the same one he was bearing, but slightly more bitter and hateful.  Instead of hating someone else for the result of what had happened, Oliver just hated himself.  He found it to be easier that way.

He’d been avoiding anyone he didn’t know for the entirety of the time he’d been back at school, but Dennis peaked his interest.  He wanted to talk to this kid, to get to know him, even though he knew it would most likely end badly as the boy seemed to want to talk to knew people the same amount as Oliver did.  Still, what the hell?  If it went that way, he could do with a good fight anyway.

He found Dennis in one of the shops at Hogsmead, alone.  He was just staring at the shelf, looking for something.  Oliver walked up to him and stood beside him quietly, looking at the shelf too.  “I saw what you did, back in the Great Hall.” He began, reaching for a small box, examining it, then putting it back.  “I remember Colin.  He used to take pictures in the hall.  Sometimes he’d try and take photos of me so I’d pose for him as I walked by.”  He sighed.  “I know how it feels; I lost family too.”

Right now Dennis wasn't sure how he managed to stare at the shelf of one of the many shops in Hogsmead. He remembered the time he had first been there, both Hogsmead and the shop itself, and the two memories involved his brother. It hurt, even now, months now that Colin was gone, to know that he would never be able to redo those memories or enjoy those places again with his company. Even the age difference wasn't one to separate the Creevey's brother, after all their bond was one of the strongest seen in the whole school, but death... death had a way of ruining everything. Colin would never be back to prove that point, to make him happy, to make him live.

He almost didn't realize someone approaching him. Dennis was so focused on those memories, so interested in remembering that to bring him back to real life wasn't an easy task, but somehow the person was able to call his attention. The Gryffindor didn't turn around, though, nor did he act like he listened to anything - he simply waited until it was over, deciding between leaving or answering. Merlin knew the easiest thing to do was leave; that's what he usually did, no matter what people might think of him, because life now was way too painful. And he hard people saying the same thing so many times he grew tired of it.

Still, he answered. Maybe because that person, whoever it was, with the 'I miss Colin' + 'He used to take photos of me' + 'I saw what you did', had lost someone in family as well. And that was a feeling not so many people could understand, not even now that the war was over.

"Did you lose a brother? It's not the same thing if you didn't lose one." And then, Dennis stared. He didn’t know who it was, and he wasn’t all that interested, but he did turn his head to see.

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What’s going on? || Dennis & Natalie

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natalie-mcdonald:

Nat allowed her hand to linger on Dennis’ beating chest for a moment before she fully pulled away. She knew how much losing his brother had hurt him, so it was nice to know that at least a part of him was still alive and functioning properly. His beating heart was the only thing Nat needed to pull him up from the deepest, darkest depths of his depression. That’s how it was with Seamus, and Anthony, and Blaise, and everyone else she loved. Of course, they all tried to push her away at first, but she knew how to worm her way in. But Dennis was different. He just let her in. She knew his openness wouldn’t last forever, though, so she didn’t hold her breath.

The Gryffindor quirked a blonde brow, smiling to the best of her ability. “Is that some sort crush confession, or whatever?” There it was. His openness was starting to fade. Natalie sighed and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly. “Don’t worry about it, Dennis. You’re here now. You have me.” She breathed in his scent, remembering it from years before. It was the same, but she could smell the war on him. It was on everyone nowadays. There was so much she wanted to say to him in that one moment. It’ll be okay. I’m sorry about Colin. Be patient, she reminded herself. He’s broken. You’re the only one who knows how to fix him.

“I know, Dennis.” You don’t have to say it. I know. Her hand rubbed circles into his back, feeling the cool fabric of his robes. Her other hand crawled up to the back of his head, running through his hair. She kissed his forehead again. “Would you like to go into the classroom? It might be a bit more comfortable.”

You have me. Natalie might never know about it, but those words would stick with Dennis for long even after the end of their interaction. To have someone, he wondered if there was anything more precious than having people at their side. Merlin knew how much he wished to still have Colin, and now the world could be so dark sometimes he failed to remember his other friends - Romilda, Owen, Flora, Natalie.

Deep down the boy knew there were people that cared about him still, people that were willing to help him somehow, was it listening or doing something that could lift his mood, but alcohol and depression would often make him forget. And that was a hateful thing to do, wasn't it? He should try to keep his friends, not push them away. Only that, most days he couldn't think properly or act with manners - he simply did what she wanted to do, not caring if the world exploded behind him. It wasn't like the ashes could affect him any more.

Dammit. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve to see that side of him. Not like this, not when the chances of going back to his normal self were so slim. He almost cursed out loud once realizing her hands caressed his back, wishing she would run far away instead of stay there. No, that wasn't right, he wanted her to stay, yeah, but... there was a price to pay if she did. A price that had all to do with dealing, dealing with something she didn't have to. Yes, he could have her, but that didn't mean she should put up with his bulshit - and Merlin knows Owen and Romilda were already putting up enough with it. Instead of cursing, though, he let her do whatever she wanted, forcing himself not to sigh, trying his best to change those thoughts to better ones; for example, how much he enjoyed what she was doing in the first place.

"Huh?" He seemed confused for a brief second, before realizing what she had said. "Right. Yes, we should go." He tried showing a smile, unsuccessfully, pushing his body away from her; Dennis had to convince himself to turn around and start walking, observing the entrance of the classroom just a few meters in the distance. "Hm, Natalie?" Dennis called, not much after that, moving his body once again so he could actually see her. "Thank you. For not giving up, and... for staying. For trying."

The Gryffindor wasn't good with words, but at least he could thank someone when he really meant it. In that minute two memories arrived at his mind, the first of his brother patiently teaching him to be polite with people at school, and the second of a younger Natalie yelling at him because he would never call her "Nat" - so far, he never explained why. The first memory brought pain along, but the second softened it. It even made his lips curve in what appeared to be another smile.

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sallysmith-slytherin:

Sally wasn’t really the person to waste time with strange children trying to get her attention or God knows what other kind of odd people - in fact, at this point, analyzing Dennis’ behavior she started tor egret that she stopped to answer his question. The boy was acting very curiously and this kind of wavering he was displaying started to get on Sally’s nerves. But then, out of the blue the boy started to move. He was now walking towards….something, or somewhere and it left the blonde perplex. What in hell was happening?! 

As a curious cat she was, for some unknown reason, she followed him. There had been a few attempts to ask him what was going on, or to even threated the kid she will hex the hell out of him if he was not telling her what was going on, but ….the girl had this feeling that this encounter was not something usual. Once Dennis stopped, Sally realized he only needed a quiet place. Right after her realization, the boy took our from his pocket a piece of paper. At first she was sure it was nothing but a picture from the newspaper and the boy wanted to warn her that he will testify against her - it wouldn’t have been much of a surprise. But then, little by little she recognized details from that picture: a red jacket on top of a black skirt and a black blouse, some high-heeled boots and long, dark hair. This person was dueling Dolohov, while a bunch of kids were trying to escape through a secret passage - it seemed like the woman was trying to protect them, to save them. 

Sally now froze. It was her! It was a picture of her, a picture that caught the moment she fought Dolohov to give those kids some time and escape the castle.

Her heart rate increased so much that all that she could her was those loud beating - it seemed like that sound invaded the whole castle, not only her  ears. Sally’s eyes widened and out of a reflex she reached out for the picture but before actually touching it, her hand stopped and remained in the air, as her eyes now fixed the boy. “From where do you got this?!

Up until that moment, Dennis didn't know how much that picture could mean to Sally. Of course, he knew it could be her passport for freedom or something, and also understood that it could serve as proof if she wanted to defend herself and not go to Azkaban. But it was hard for the boy to imagine someone that tortured people as a person with feelings, someone who cared about anything - which sounded awkward since he was friends with Flora. Maybe that's because he was a person who had been through too much as well and almost felt nothing (Merlin knows how much nothing he could feel in some days).

But seeing Sally froze, the way she seemed not to have words for a few seconds, that showed Dennis how much the picture could represent. Maybe it was a good thing he had kept it, after all. Nothing stopped him from burning it if he wanted to do so, but there was no reason to get rid of something - even if this thing reminded him of his brother, even if this thing could have been the last photo Colin took. Good for Sally that he wasn't one to think if that was or not a good idea; everything Dennis wanted was to make the last hours of his brother's life worth it, to give them both peace, after all, Dennis would have some if he knew Colin didn’t die for nothing. Not that a picture would make up for it, but still... could help.

"My brother took it." It seemed like his throat was on fire for a few seconds, as if his heartbeat couldn't keep itself from beating faster than usual, but the moment ended soon. He managed to say it, to explain, just a bit, how he got the photo. "Coli-He... He had his camera when I.. found him. And I took it and the photo was in there. It took me some time to realize it was you." He brought the photo closer to himself, looking at it, as if comparing the two people; now that Sally was in front of him, it was really easy to notice she was the one fighting Dolohov. "You saved those kids." If only she, or anyone in that battle, had been able to save his brother too.

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sallysmith-slytherin:

The dinner after the Christmas Break - it felt messy but…it was good seeing everyone back and the year continuing as usually.  Of course, the main talk was now the trial and how some of the defamed students will end up in prison in a month. In all honesty, it was such a great gossip topic. A lot of eyes arrowed the girl during the dinner, whispers about her and the Carrows, mostly and mean laughters, mainly coming from other tables, not the Slytherin one, of course. The blonde, however, simply refused to let them touch more than her ears - she had a lot other things to be concerned about and most important she couldn’t wait to finally catch alone a certain Slytherin. At this point, he was probably the one keeping her anchored in reality and somehow, at the same time, offering her the alternative of a small universe created just between the two of them, a small universe where they could escape from time to time. 

She smiled at that thought, taking the last sip of that mulled mead, while watching the Great Hall emptying itself rapidly. It was time to go as well and maybe catch her boy alone. Putting the cup back on the table, Sally said goodbye to a few of her colleagues and rushed towards the Dungeon. 

Just like in a dream, she heard someone calling her name and saying that they have something for her. It felt odd, right from the start. A few shivers crossed her spine for some unknown reason, but she stopped and returned to the voice that called her.  It was Dennis Creevey, the boy that was still mourning one of the victims of the war, his brother, the little blonde lamb, as Sally called him once. Just the other day, the blonde heard him talking about Colin in the Great Hall and she couldn’t help but say something to him, something both acid, and encouraging. 

“What it is, Creev- , Dennis? What can you possibly have for me?” asked the girl in confusion, taking a few steps in his direction, but frowning a little as she was right in front of him. What did she feel so odd about this?!

To be honest, Dennis wasn't one to keep somebody in suspense - usually, he very much preferred a straightforward approach, in which he wouldn't have to think about what to say, how to say and all the boring details he never felt the energy to deal with. Today, though, things were different. He had something in his hands that could literally change the life of someone somehow, or at least stop something terrible from happening (terrible for who?). And as much as the Gryffindor didn't want to think about it - after all, the reason why that photo existed held too much meaning for the boy, and brought back too many thoughts related to her brother - he did know there was no way out of that situation but to show Sally the picture.

Yes, the picture that showed her helping a bunch of kids during the final battle.

Dennis knew he looked at her as if trying to discover something - who she really was, what she did during the year he wasn't there to witness all the terrible things students whispered about in the halls, and why she did whatever. But he wasn't. He simply wanted to make it a point in his life that he wouldn't have to think too much about later. After all, it was good enough for him to be helping a person, right? He didn't have to know how exactly things would go once he had done his part. Actually, just doing his part was a big deal - given the things he heard, even though he couldn't care less, no one expected someone to stand up for her. Especially not him.

But he did, calling her name, telling her there was something he needed to show, and asking her to follow. Oh, right, he did ask her, out loud, basically ignoring her question. And then turned around and started walking, his hands all the time in his pockets. He wanted to find a calm spot where they could talk, one not so full with students. It took him about three minutes to find it, turn around and see she was there - but no expression appeared on his face to show her what he was feeling. Instead, he got the picture from his right pocket, not giving it to her but rather putting it in a distance she could clearly see what it was. "It's you, right? Helping those kids."

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Talk to Me--Dean & Dennis

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deanxthomas:

Dean waited. Maybe not patiently, or as patiently as he could have, but he waited. He tapped his fingers against his robes, anything to distract him from the pure sadness he felt for the other boy. As Dennis continued, Dean realized he could not offer substantial condolences. No words or hugs could bring Colin back, and he knew that. Dean was lucky. In most aspects of his life, but especially in the war. Yes, he had to be on the run last year, but he made it out virtually unscathed. He didn’t have nearly as many scars as Seamus or Lavender or Neville. And the people he held dear the most were alive. That was a huge privilege he couldn’t–and wouldn’t–let himself forget. “We all risked everything, Colin especially,” Dean began, his voice remaining at a slow and steady volume. “But he was so so brave, Den.” The older boy brought his eyes back to the youngest Creevey, his lips forming into a nostalgic smile. “He fought like a true Gryffindor.“

 Maybe, deep down, one of the feelings Dennis had been dealing with the most in the past few months was jealousy. He wasn't one to feel it, really - before the war, the Gryffindor didn't have a clue on why other people would spend time comparing themselves to others or anything like that. But now, he couldn't help but with he had the same some of his old friends were having now that the war was over. He couldn't help but want to be like them, finding joy and happiness in whatever they could, slowly going back to normal, even if it hurt. Because, for Dennis, it wasn't simply pain, not only the memories - he lost everything. He lost his brother and with it there wasn't joy on magic anymore, only sadness and anger at it. After all, if it hadn't been for magic, Colin would still be alive, with him. Yes, living a shitty life according to his brother's word, one that wasn't very welcoming for most people, hard as it could be, but still a life.

"I wish he wasn't one in the first place." He simply said, turning his head slowly to look at Dean, staring at the older boy - this time, not with so much anger or sadness, almost empty again. "I'm not even sure if I wish we were wizards. None of this would have happened if we hadn't received our damn letters. If he hadn't."

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To be honest, Dennis wasn't if he should do what he was about to. Like many things in his life since Colin passed away, the Gryffindor couldn't decide which option was the best or what move should be his next one. Making a simple decision could be ten times worse, and one that could affect too many people in too many ways, well... he wasn't exactly on the best place to think about it. But Dennis did anyway, and decided that he couldn't live without using some of Colin's work made then the older boy was alive.

It happened just after the dinner that followed the end of the Christmas Break, in which Dennis collected a lot of Colin's photos and let it on the Great Hall so everyone could see. Not all photos were there, though, for example the ones Colin took when he was in the battle. Dennis couldn't even look at them for months, it just hurt too much, knowing he had been there, although the thought of him dying with a camera in his hands, as terrible as it was it also managed to calm him down a bit. After all, that was Colin's great passion, he deserved to have something so him in his hands during death.

And between looking at those pictures and crying/screaming/whatever came to his not controlled mind, Dennis found something important. The type of importance that made it both usable and useful, because it not only had the image of one of the people in trial, it also had something that could be considered evidence - only that, evidence that would stop the person from going to Azkaban. It was a girl, a blonde one, one Dennis only managed to recognize because she talked to him a few days before, and she seemed to be helping a few younger kids, trying to save them. It hurt Dennis to think about that moment, Colin not fighting so he could capture a moment, but... well, there was nothing he could do to change and that picture wouldn't go away. None of the others would.

So he decided that Colin deserved to have them used and known for something bigger than the two of them. And that was precisely why Dennis found himself in a hallway just a few meters from Sally Smith, a Slytherin who could've tortured them and not deserved any help if only they had been at Hogwarts during the year before the war. But they weren't there, and Dennis had too much in his head to judge one more person right now.

"Sally Smith? I have something for you." He called, just after hiding the picture and crossing his arms. He wondered how she would react before and after she knew what he literally held in his own hands.

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What’s going on? || Dennis & Natalie

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natalie-mcdonald:

Nat allowed her body to sink into Dennis’, trying to merge with his to become one. For a moment, she felt that she succeeded in doing so. Their heartbeats were in sync, beating back in forth like a ticking clock. It was the most relaxing thing the blonde had encountered in a long time. She only hoped it was the same for Dennis, too. Her body could feel his tense one loosen and relax, so she assumed it was the same for him, as well.

As he pulled away, she allowed her delicate hands to rest on his cheeks, soaking up the warmth that radiated from them. Another tear slipped from her eye, running down her face and clinging onto her chin. I missed you, too. Those words by themselves made her smile warmly. And then came his smile. It was a smile that held a broken boy, but a broken boy that she loved. She gently pulled his face down and kissed his forehead, pressing her own against it after. “I missed your smile, too.”

A part of her wished that this moment would never end. This moment of forehead kisses and hugs and “I missed you’s.” The other part of her made her pull away after a second and wipe her eyes. She chuckled and pushed the boy on the shoulder playfully. “Haven’t seen you around, Dennis. Were you hiding from me?” She said, quirking a playful brow. “Thinking I might try to kiss you again like back in first year? It was a dare, you know.”

Something else Dennis wasn't so sure about was how - or why - his heart could race so fast, so loud, and yet his mind was completely relaxed. He felt her lips touching his forehead and that was all it for that organ to suddenly warn him that it existed, and that was a boy how couldn't remember its presence inside his own body. After all, most days he felt more dead, more zombie, than an actual living person. The Gryffindor wasn't sure how he felt about it - if he wanted it to never end or if it felt like a lie in the middle of too many nights alone drinking. But despite both possibilities, the truth was that in that moment he wanted to hold her and just keep her there, close to his body; even so, both of them knew it would soon end.

"Nah, I wouldn't mind if you do that again." He joked, or at least tried to sound playful. Not that Dennis had made things easy for himself, basically not living since finding his brother's body, but deep down to joke about it wasn't only difficult because of how he should sound. But a few seconds after saying that, he looked at her with a more serious expression, letting his right hand rest on her closest shoulder. "I'm sorry. It's not fair that I... you know... disappeared of your life." He sighed, staring at her with eyes that showed way too much of his pain, more than he grew used to showing people. It was different with Natalie, she deserved to see it.

"I didn't want to, but.. it's just... hard, you know? And I'm not the best person to be around since..." He couldn't even say it aloud without feeling his heart break. How it could break even more, that was a question that would probably never have an answer. "I guess I just didn't want to let you down or anything."

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What’s going on? || Dennis & Natalie

[dennismcreevey-blog]

natalie-mcdonald:

Natalie wasn’t even sure why she was crying. Perhaps it was all the stress of boy drama and then the trials that were quickly approaching. Whatever the case, the blonde had just burst into tears with no explanation. Of course, she hated people seeing her like this - upset and vulnerable, so she tried to rush to transfigurations as quickly as possible. It was way before class was supposed to start, so she figured it would give her enough time to calm down and regain herself. Plus, she wanted to see McGonagall. The old witch always seemed to know how to help her, even when neither of them knew what the problem was - like now.

Unfortunately, another was already waiting outside the door. Natalie didn’t care who it was, so she hung her head and trudged past. Not only that, but McGonagall was nowhere to be seen. On top of that, whoever was outside of the room must’ve heard her quiet cries, because they called out to her. Natalie’s body tensed and froze, her back straight and shoulders rigid. That voice. That voice she hadn’t heard in so long. 

Dennis.

That was the only thought in her mind. Before he could utter another word, the blonde dropped everything and ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, making him have to bend over to reach her height. She didn’t bother to answer his question, as it was pointless to answer a question you didn’t know the answer to. Instead, she uttered three simple words. “I missed you.”

She could’ve asked how he was doing. She could’ve asked about Colin. But she didn’t. Natalie knew that he was broken. She knew that they bother were. Dennis. Dennis was probably one of the only people in this world that could see Natalie when she was down, that she would let into her fortress to come save her from her dragons. The two were golden - more golden than the golden trio, themselves - yet it had been s long since they last saw each other.

Before he could ask something else, before he could even think straight about what he had just saw, Natalie was hugging him - a tight, warm, almost desperate embrace, just the type he couldn't remember feeling for what should've been almost an year now. For a moment he felt his body tensing, all of his muscles fighting the wanting to hug her back, as if not expecting and not deserving that much affection, but the battle was short. Soon, Dennis had his arms wrapped around her waist, relaxing more as each second passed by - it wasn't a hug, only, that he missed, but Natalie too. At least he still knew how to show that through a hug; at least, the Gryffindor boy tried to do so.

"I missed you to." The boy whispered, and for once those three words felt real - they were real. He wasn't so sure about that before, but now he knew it. Natalie was his friend, a good one, someone he always managed to be himself with, and Dennis missed having her around - maybe even more now that he didn't have many people he wanted to 'have' around in the first place. For a moment he hated himself for not speaking to her anymore, for almost completely ignoring her existence - it wasn't because he didn't care, it was because he cared too much. And Merlin knew he missed everyone, especially after spending one year away, especially after his brother was gone; he just either didn't know how to put himself out there or couldn't find the energy.

"I also miss seeing you smiling, yeah?" He tried, after they were separated, trying to show her a smile - it surprised him how easily the smile appeared on his face, almost the same way it surprised him how easy it was to hug her back once he stopped thinking too much about it. And it was true, what he said - Natalie was always happy, always bringing joy to people, to him. He remembered times when they were younger, during first, second, third year... she was always the "go to" whenever he felt sad or angry, whenever it seemed too much, almost as if he couldn't control it, but she was also a friend he liked to have around when they both were on a happy mood (or when she needed/wanted him near, of course).

For a few seconds he wondered how different she was, and if she would be scared of how different he seemed - he hoped she wouldn't give up on him. The supposedly brave Gryffindor wasn't sure if losing Natalie was something he could bear, not when she meant so much to him.

[dennismcreevey-blog]

13, 20, 33, 45, 58

Ask my character

13 - In terms of romantic relationships, what’s your type?

“I guess…” He had to think about that one - maybe not before the war, maybe not before everything just ended for him, then he wouldn’t, but now he did. “I’m not sure. I’m guessing before all this I would have said a ‘girly’ girl - you know, someone confident, feminine, determined, but who could also use some protection? I know, it sounds really fucked up now that I can’t barely hold myself together, much less someone else.” And for a moment he almost laughed, but Dennis simply took a deep breath. “Maybe there’s no such thing as 'type’, just… girls.”

20 - Is there anything that will always make you angry or upset?

“Ha, that’s easy! A lot of things probably will, all of them related to C-my brother. I still don’t know how people actually live now that the war is over - as if it’s really over, with no deaths, no death eaters out there, bad guys waiting to show up, people that we cared about… gone, disappeared, or with their minds destroyed even.” He sighed, looking at the person asking it. “I just don’t get it.”

33 - What was your last nightmare?

“The same one I have every night.” He simply answered, before turning his head and waiting for the next question.

45 - Have you ever struck someone in anger? Did you regret it later?

“No.” That was an easy one too, but it shouldn’t. “I used to control myself before the war, and now… Now, if someone did something and I reacted by punching them, or more, then it was well-deserved. People should know better than to say shit without thinking first.”

58 - If you had to choose between wealth or immortality, which would you choose? Why?

“Wealth.” His voice was nothing but a whisper, and the boy seemed much smaller than his actual height. “Not because of money, but… I don’t know if…” He gulped, lifting his head once again, staring at whoever was asking. “If I could live forever and be happy, without my brother. Dammit, I don’t even know if I’ll keep up with tomorrow without him.”

[astorianmalfoy]

maedelle does harry potter things   → dennis creevey & flora carrow

made for characters of POSTBELLUM-HQ

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[sallysmith-slytherin]

Daily Task 047: Wizards - Prompts

Generated: Dennis Creevey ( @dennismcreevey ),  #21: “I once believed long ago that I could wish upon a star and my dreams will come true. Now I know such things are false.”

Sally heard Dennis’ words as if they were spun off from a dream. In fact, she wasn’t even listening, because with all that noise in the Great Hall, she could barely hear anything, not even her own thoughts. But these words and the weight of them registered in Sally’s mind. They were full of anger, full of sadness and full of bitterness - they made Sally almost choke on her tea as their sharpness got to her bones. 

Sally swallowed hard, as her eyes now drifted away to the person whose those words were.

Dennis Creevey. Colin’s brother. Talking to some of his colleagues about Colin and how he’d wish to bring him back.

The blonde Slytherin didn’t know much about Colin, she had way too few interactions to develop any sort of relationship with the boy, but it was unfair what happened to him - he should have been with those students that managed to get out of the castle during the final battle! Instead…he had been murdered. And his brother, now, was still mourning him…

Sally was one of those who’d fight, who’d jump into the heart of the danger in an instant, who’d get into the messiest acts, but she never understood why the innocent ones had to pay the biggest price every time.  On one hand, the girl understood that war never chose the people to be killed, the war didn’t know age, race or gender. But on the other hand, why wasn’t it enough the sacrifice of the reckless ones, like her? 

A sigh escaped her lips as she now took her gaze off of Dennis. However, she spoke, loud enough for him to hear her, just as well as his friends. “ Dreams do come true. It’s the war that sometimes can get realer than the reality itself. That is the point when you realize some actions can never be reversed. Only remembered. And treasured their memory.”  To Sally that was realer than her every day life - something that couldn’t be changed anymore.

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What’s going on? || Dennis & Natalie

@natalie-mcdonald

In the middle of the chaos that was Dennis's heart and mind, something was broken inside of him. Sometimes, his mind was a machine that worked overloaded, making him think so much that the only way to escape was either sleeping or through alcohol. In other days, though, his body wasn't more of a shadow - he felt empty inside, as if nothing could bring any joy, sadness, not even angriness. It's been almost a year since his body worked perfectly, and he couldn't even remember the feeling. All he knew was that since Colin's death he was faded to live like this, a boy that lost everything, one that would probably never be happy again. He didn't know if it was possible, finding joy when all he could think about was destruction. Happiness was a feeling way too pure for a broken toy - way too feeling. He couldn't really feel good things anymore.

Or maybe he could - not that he knew.

That afternoon, with his body pressed against the wall, waiting the minutes until he would be able to enter the transfiguration classroom, Dennis was no more than a shadow. He had missed two classes already, not really finding the energy to be with his classmates - sometimes, their euphoria was enough to trigger his humor -, but he forced himself to go. He was the Prefect, somehow, probably the way the school found to apologize for not stopping Colin from being in the battle (if that was the case, Dennis only hated the school even more), and he couldn't miss classes. Well, he wouldn't.

At least, that's what he was thinking about before he noticed someone walking towards him. Nope, not towards him, because the girl passed straight by his side and kept going, away from the transfiguration class - he had been watching her for good ten seconds now, almost hypnotized. Until something snapped inside of his mind. 

"Fuck." He thought, or maybe muttered out loud, just after realizing who it was - Natalie? Why was Natalie crying? The heck... He didn't know. But he got worried. Sometimes, it happened - with the people he still carried about, and Merlin knows Natalie was a good friend, more of a "survivor" if he considered he had stopped talking with almost everyone in their year. Anyway, watching her walking and crying woke up something inside him, and soon he was following her, worried. He couldn't remember the last time he was worried about someone - not like this, at least.

"Natalie?" He shouted, trying to call her attention, when they were far from the place he first saw her. Only now had he called her attention, and so far she hadn't stopped. "What is going on?"