I warn you now: this is really different from what I usually write; it's a lot darker.

DISCLAIMER: Own Harry Potter I do not. As sad as that makes me. *cries*

She looks surprised—caught unawares by the worst Unforgivable Curse; Avada Kedavra—and her eyes

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and she is

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and nothing can help her, but I wish, I wish so bad...that I could, and I hear a scream—who is it—oh Merlin it's me—why am I screaming—there's nothing I can do—

and I'm running

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to catch her, beg her to

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because we need her to fight dammit

and it's too late and something

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me—the light is

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and...nothing.

My name is Colin Creevy. I am—was—will be—might be—a Gryffindor. I had a younger brother—Dennis—and tonight...tonight I watched the girl of my dreams die...and then I was killed...seconds later...by the same Death Eater.

Thank you for reading! What'd ya think? This may or may not only be a oneshot, depending on whether or not I get hit with inspiration. If that happens, I'll either do other characters' deaths, or continue this with Colin and the OC to the afterlife.

Bye!

~Laveycee

P.S. Happy Friday!