Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling or the Killers. Just having some fun. :)
In response to the Song and Dance Challenge on HPFC.

Day & Age: Losing Touch

He doesn't believe it. He knew the war was going to affect him, it was inevitable. He didn't expect it to affect him like this.

Colin's dead.

That one phrase kept repeating over and over in his head as he stared down at the body of his older brother. He knew that tears were streaming down his face, but he didn't even bother to brush them away. Seamus and Dean had sat with him, paying their respects to Colin. But they didn't stay long, because Dennis didn't say one word to them.

He looked up and saw his father gazing down at Colin and Dennis had to look away.

He had never seen his father cry, and it shattered his already broken heart into billions of pieces to see his father so distraught. He knew that he should be trying to comfort his dad, but who would comfort him? Who would wipe his tears away and tell him that everything would get better?

"Colin used to do that," he thought as he dug himself into an even deeper hole of grief.

They were inseparable. It was always the Creevey brothers. They were Gryffindor's dynamic duo, only second to Fred and George.

Dennis' head shot up and searched for the Weasleys. It wasn't hard to find them, and his eyes landed on George. He looked absolutely miserable, even looked worse than Dennis did. George had lost his twin, while only Dennis had lost his older brother, it didn't even matter how close Colin and Dennis were; Fred and George had a relationship that was on a whole different level.

Dennis stood up, figuring that his dad wanted a minute alone, and walked towards the Weasleys. Ginny saw him approach them and instantly she was hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Dennis," she said honestly. He hugged her back, but didn't say anything.

"Can I do anything for you?" she asked as they stepped away from each other.

Dennis remained silent for awhile. "I'd like to talk to George, if that's okay," his voice cracked from disuse.

He looked at Ginny and noticed how hesitant she was, and he feared that she would actually say no.

"You can, but I don't know if you'll get anything out of him," she said as she looked at George. Tears started to form in her eyes.

Dennis looked down at the ground, hating the fact that so many strong people were now weak and vulnerable because of this damned war. Ginny was always the strong one, and George was one of the liveliest. The twins' energy was equivalent to the Creevey boys, they just channeled them differently.

Dennis nodded and started to walk away.

Dennis, who was usually bursting with energy, was now downtrodden and had a defeated air about him. It scared Ginny; she didn't want to loose him too.

"Dennis," Ginny said.

He turned around and looked at her.

"We'll always be there for you, remember that," she tried to smile, but it turned out to be a grimace. Dennis didn't blame her, since it would probably be a while until he smiled again.

He finally made it to George and sat down next to him. George didn't even acknowledge his presence.

"Hello, George," he said quietly.

George Weasley, who thought that he had lost touch with humanity, found someone that was going through basically the same damn thing. He knew that this road was going to be rough, but he wasn't going to be alone.

"Hello, Dennis," he said finally.