Mr. and Mrs. Creevey stood in front of King's Cross train station on the last day of the school term. Mrs. Creevey was eagerly awaiting the return of her two boys, Colin and Dennis, from Hogwarts. She kept glancing at the big clock above the entrance of the station, willing it to move faster.

Sometimes, she still had trouble believing her two little boys could do magic. Such a strange thing indeed. She sometimes imagined what her boys did in that school of theirs, a castle is what Colin calls it. She supposed it must be fun with their flying brooms and mythical creatures. A bit like Disney Land, she presumed.

Her and her husband had almost refused to send Colin there initially when a wizard showed up at their doorsteps after an owl dropped of that letter. The wizard explained to them about magic and the school. They were bewildered. She didn't think she could bear to send her son off to a boarding school for so long, in an unknown place with no friends. And separating him from his younger brother would do him no good; siblings were to stick together. After that first year though, all regrets vanished. She watched Colin's cheerful and jubilant face as he came out of the train station after his first year; she was glad she sent him.

Two years later, Dennis received his letter and Mrs. Creevey was joyous that her two sons will not be separated after all but still a bit sad because now they both would be away from her. Nevertheless, she let them go. She watched as they walked away, her older son kept his arm slung over his younger brother, protecting him. His other hand held his beloved camera, something he never let go of. My dear little boys, she had thought as they walked away.

Now, she was expecting their return to be the same as the past two years. For her two sons to come out hand in hand and race to her as soon as she was spotted in the crowd. The mere thought brought a smile to her face. She glanced at the clock again; it was getting rather late. They should've been here by now.

"Should we go inside?" she voiced her concern to her husband. He gave her a comforting smile.

"You worry too much, dear," he said, "Even magical folks run late sometimes."

Another ten minutes passed; they were both worried now. The train was never this late. Mrs. Creevey searched desperately, she hoped nothing was wrong.

Then she saw him, coming slowly towards them. "Dennis!" she cried, she gave a sigh of relief. Wait. No, something was wrong. She watched as he walked towards them with his eyes cast low. Where was Colin? They always came out together, laughing and talking.

She noticed that his eyes were red and swollen and his clothes were ragged and worn-out. His belongings weren't with him but he clutched something in his right hand. A camera. Colin's camera. Colin never let anyone touch his camera, not even his brother. Dennis looked up at her with small, watery eyes. She couldn't speak.

"Den?" his father quietly whispered from beside her, "Where's Colin?"

Little Dennis heaved his chest and sobbed. Mrs. Creevey took him in her arms, "Dennis, what is it, dear? What's happened? Where's your brother?"

He cried for several moments, not uttering a single word. He held on to the old camera for dear life. Mr. Creevey lay a hand on his shoulder, "Son, you have to tell us. What's happened?"

He whispered something between his sobs, something Mrs. Creevey couldn't decipher. "Dear, what is it?"

He repeated himself, louder this time with his head still buried in his mother's arms, afraid to let go. "He's gone, Mum. He's gone."

A/N- I hope you like it. Reviews are always welcome.