dennis creevey

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  • Ginny doesn’t start dating Luna until after she breaks up with Harry
  • Luna was always there to comfort her at hogwarts, so when Ginny asks her to stay over the night after she and Harry broke up, how could she say no?
  • But that morning when Ginny wakes up, Luna is gone
  • She eventually finds her in the garden, eyes red from crying
  • Luna hadn’t been able to sleep in a closed off space since she’d been locked up in the Malfoy basement
  • She’d been sitting outside for hours, afraid to wake up Ginny
  • Ginny promises she doesn’t have to sleep indoors after that
  • Now they sleep outside, their intertwined hands illuminated by the stars
  • But when winter comes and the snow starts to fall, even the most powerful heating charms won’t work against the cold
  • Ginny decides this won’t do, and asks everyone she knows to come over for new years
  • And all of Luna’s friends arrive to finally make her feel safe and at home
  • Dean, Seamus and Dennis Creevey paint the ground floor to look like the open parts of the forbidden forest
  • Percy and Oliver Wood make the laundry room look like a quidditch pitch
  • Fred and George draw the most ridiculous creatures they can think of in the hallways of their new house
  • Harry, Ron and Hermione paint the bathroom to look like a huge coral reef
  • Ginny and Neville transform the guest room into a moorland
  • The attic was turned into a meadow filled with flowers by Bill, Fleur and Cho  
  • Only one room was done by just one person
  • Because Ginny knew he regretted not saving Luna from his basement more than anything
  • And he wanted to show her how sorry he was
  • So when midnight neared, and Luna came home to find all of her friends there
  • In a house where she finally didn’t feel trapped
  • She met a boy with pale blond hair
  • And scars across his chest
  • Sitting in the middle of her bedroom
  • Covered in paint, surrounded by the night sky
  • And Luna smiled, because she had the most perfect girlfriend
  • And Draco smiled, because he knew he’d made up for at least one of his mistakes
  • And Harry smiled, because he now finally knew who to kiss at midnight.
  • And they were happy
  • And all was well

Inspired by the lovely @linnydefensesquad and @climbingtowers

Let’s talk about a cat who spent a whole day waiting on a wall, while everyone else was celebrating, because she had heard something and she couldn’t believe it. Because people were laughing for the first time in years, and all she wanted to do was cry.

Let’s talk about a teacher who was strict and severe, but fair and caring. A woman who fought for her students until the very end, with her green robes and stern look, three silver cats flying out of her wand. And they fought for her too.

Let’s talk about Minerva McGonagall.

When Minerva McGonagall saw Harry for the first time, she didn’t see his mother living in his green eyes, like Severus would. She didn’t see James’ ghost in his shy smile, like Sirius; or a hero to be shaped by manipulative hands, like Albus. She didn’t even see an orphan, like the rest of the world did. She didn’t see the boy who lived. She just saw a boy, her student, and for her, that was enough.

Minerva McGonagall survived a war and all that came after. The funerals and the sorrow, but also the laughter that was back. She survived the ghosts and the mourning. She let her heart break over Lily’s death, her hands shaking because James would never make another joke; a sharp, disappointed pain over Sirius’ betrayal (they had been her students. They had been her children) and then she collected the pieces and moved on. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, Albus said once. And she didn’t dwell on dreams. She was stone and she would not shatter.

She survived a war, and, when she had already buried the dead and forgotten the nightmares, another one came. And she survived it too. She was a rock, and rocks may be weathered, but they don’t break.

When Fred and George Weasley abandoned the school, leaving behind a trail of cheers, admirers and laughter, and a petition (give her hell for us, Peeves), Minerva saw Umbridge’s fury and Peeves’ bow, and hid a smile in the corner of her lips. When Neville Longbottom came to her office, asking for advice, with his clumsy hands and a respectful fear in his eyes, she offered him a biscuit and some tea, and she gave him reassurance with her stern frown and her steady voice.

When Remus Lupin became the DADA teacher, she invited him to her office. She offered him biscuits too, some chocolate this time. They talked for a long time, about old times and forgotten joys, about four friends and their mischiefs and pranks. They looked back on their bets and their antics, their hopes and their dreams. They didn’t talk about death, not that evening, and the Marauders came back to life in that room, their voices rising and stealing pieces of a future they hadn’t gotten to live. They also talked about their students, homework and assignments, because they were teachers after all, and that was something worth remembering.

She gave him a knitted jumper for Christmas. He gave her a box of chocolates. Years later, she would stand by his grave and leave a single flower on it. A flower for the boy she’d known and the man he’d become. The man who was kind and quiet and healing. The man she’d like to have gotten to know better.

Albus died then, a shout and a blaze of green light. A fall, and it was all over. It felt like the end of an age. “Are the rumours true?”, she had asked, once upon a time. Now she wanted to ask Harry the same thing, trying to keep her voice from shaking, because Albus Dumbledore couldn’t be dead, could he? But then again, James and Lily couldn’t have been, either, and yet they had been, they were.

When the Second Wizarding War began, she stayed at the school. She kept teaching, because she was a teacher and she would not let them take that from her. Because her students were there, and she wouldn’t leave them alone. She wouldn’t let them die, all those brave children, if she could do something to save them. She wasn’t like Albus, who had prepared himself to sacrifize a boy in the name of the greater good. A boy’s life for the sake of the world.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, there was a destroyed castle and ashes. Minerva stumbled when she saw George’s desperation and Fred’s frozen smile. She wanted to cry when she came across Lavender’s body. She finally collapsed to her knees, when she found Colin Creevey. She had seen him this still, once before. But there were no mandrake leaves to save him, not this time. He was too young. He shouldn’t have been fighting a war, the brave and naïve boy.

Pomona Sprout kneeled next to her then, and Minerva sobbed on her shoulder.

“A boy”, she cried. “He was a boy, he was a child. Children, they were children.”

Pomona let her weep, and then she said,

“There are children here still. They are alive, and they need you, and more will come, and you’ll be there. And you’ll be fine.”

And she was right. Minerva collected the pieces once again, and she moved on. She sent a box of chocolates to Dennis Creevey, as Remus would have done, because he was so much better at being kind than her. Than any of them, really. Dennis sent her a photograph, an old picture of Albus and her, the Weasley twins laughing in the background. She met Molly Weasley for tea, and they shared anecdotes. And she went back to Hogwarts and she kept teaching, because she was a teacher before anything else. She became the new headmaster. The best one of them all.

Some years later, Neville Longbottom knocked at her door, asking for a job. She remembered all the times he had come, asking for advice with his stammering voice. She remembered the way he had led the resistance, the way he had stood up and defied the ones who had made his parents lose their minds. The way he had worked hard and stubborn, never giving up. She offered him a biscuit and some tea. She had never felt so proud.

When he left, she went through some papers. She looked up and the portrait of Albus Dumbledore winked at her. She smiled and went back to work.

When Teddy Lupin arrived at Hogwarts for the first time, expectation in his eyes and bright colours in his hair, he was nothing like the other orphan who had stared at her once upon a time, the one who had had skinny elbows and broken glasses. Teddy Lupin wasn’t looking for a family, he already had one. But, as she had done before, she saw another student, and for her, that was enough.

She was a teacher. Students were her children. And she was their rock.

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Remus John Lupin, the shy professor
Nymphadora Tonks, the funny friend
Fred Weasley, the handsomer twin
Colin Creevey, the clingy photographer
Lavender Brown, the too attached girlfriend
Thank you for fighting.⭐
#19yearsofthebattleofHogwarts

Joys that Harry Potter Movie Only Fans will never know:

-How amazing Oliver Wood actually is OMG

-Dudley Dursley’s character development

-“ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?!”

-Minerva McGonagall, Quidditch Fanatic

-Luna Lovegood, Quidditch Commentator

-RON WEASLEY IS BRAVE.

-GINNY WEASLEY IS AMAZING

-Sirius and Crookshanks: Ultimate Bromance

-“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry!”

-KREACHER’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

-“I FELL IN THE LAKE!”

-Dean Thomas/Luna Lovegood Platonicship OMG

-Remus showing off Baby Photos

-Percy coming to his senses and finally making a joke

-“‘Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt,’ said Harry, who recognized the symptoms.”

-Pigwidgeon

-Amnesiac Gilderoy Lockhart

-Dobby’s ever growing mismatched sock collection

-“FOR MASTER REGELUS!”

-Most of Tonks’s actual character

-Bill and Fleur’s actual relationship

-“ARE YOU A WIZARD OR NOT?!”

-Potterwatch

-Hermione’s growing political awareness and activism

-The entire school (-slytherins) standing to defend Harry from Pansy Parkinson

-100+ pages of backstory, 10x the character depth and development

Pains that Harry Potter Movie Only Fans will never know:

-“He was tiny in death”

-Molly Weasley’s boggart

-Meeting Neville’s parents

-Re-reading Prisoner of Azkaban and realizing that the nice man who helped Harry with his homework and gave him free sundaes dies in the sixth book.

-“He had no memory of being hugged like this, as though by a mother”

-Remus feeling so ashamed of being a werewolf that he thinks his family is better off without him

-Regulus Black’s full story

-Harry having to drag Percy away from Fred’s body

-Molly Weasley giving Harry a family heirloom for his 17th birthday

-Dean Thomas never knew his father, because he was a wizard and was killed by Death Eaters

-Peter Pettigrew didn’t even have the chance to redeem himself

-Frank Bryce was a war veteran who was blamed by his entire town for Voldemort’s crimes, and then Voldemort murdered him

-Harry not saying goodbye to Ron, Hermione, or Ginny, because he knows he won’t be strong enough to go through with it if he does

-“ ‘Does it hurt?’
The childish question had fallen from Harry’s lips before he could stop it.
‘Dying? Not at all,’ said Sirius. ‘Quicker and easier than falling asleep.’ ”

-The full story of Ariana and the Dumbledore family

-Winky’s entire existence, and all she suffers

-Andromeda Tonks losing her entire family

-“’NO!’
The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.”

-100+ pages of backstory, 10x the character depth and development, over half of it leading to more pain and despair

Dennis Creevey goes on to spend his twenties researching the history of wars in the wizarding world, from 100 AD throughout the years until the war his brother died in, with a focus on Muggleborns. 

He attacks history as an academic discipline, looking at causes and effects, analyzing key players, and common threads, rather than on recounting events like the torturous history classes of his youth. It comforts him - Colin didn’t die in an isolate bloodbath, but in a triumphant turning point in the arc of history.

After his third book is published, and perused by the school board, he’s offered a Professor Binn’s teaching post at Hogwarts. History of Magic is soon a much more beloved subject in the castle. 

2 May 1998: the battle of hogwarts

17 years ago today, people fought for freedom. 

17 years ago today, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin died fighting for what they believed in: love and equality. 17 years ago today, Teddy Lupin became an orphan.

17 years ago today, Fred Weasley died fighting for family and joy. 17 years ago today, two became one and nine became eight.

17 years ago today, Colin Creevey and Lavender Brown fought for education and their friends. 17 years ago today, a boy lost his older brother and role model and two couples lost their child.

17 years ago today, Severus Snape died because he stayed loyal to the man who gave him a second chance. He died fighting for forgiveness. 

17 years ago today, 50 others died too. Leaving family and friends.  

Let us raise our wands in memory of all who fought bravely for what they believed in. They all fought for freedom and love, knowing that if they’d lose, they’d lose many friends and family. They didn’t want to live in a society were muggle-borns would be killed or had to go into hiding. They didn’t want to live in a society filled with darkness. They fought for light and goodness, because they knew that living without love isn’t living at all.

When the announcement came out about the Muggleborn registry, Colin Creevey was sixteen years old and unsurprised. Still, he knew that Harry would never let Dumbledore’s Army down, never, so how could Colin? How could Colin go into hiding when Harry was going to be out on the front lines fighting? Colin knew every detail of the war, knew what they were fighting for and why

He needed to be near enough to the school to join him if ever anything happened. Luckily, Madame Rosmerta felt that doing her part in the war - especially after unintentionally helping the other side - meant harboring a fugitive in Hogsmeade. She was, of course, hoping for Potter, but when it seemed that he was otherwise occupied, she agreed to take Colin and his brother Dennis, too. 

When the passageway opened up from the Room of Requirement, the Creevey boys were the first people Neville exaltedly wrote to. 

edit meme ¼ AU settings “ if Colin Creevey lived `

Colin became known as the only photographer Harry Potter would agree to do photoshoots with.

Harry Potter’s to do list
  1. Hand in auror evaluation report for Dennis Creevey (Due last month, might actually need to start on that today)
  2. Reschedule curse break lecture
  3. Buy a housewarming gift for Ginny and Luna
  4. Ask out Draco sodding Malfoy because Seamus Finnigan hereby swears to Merlin’s dirty underpants that he will imperio you to kiss him if he catches you staring at his ass one more time without doing anything about it.
  5. Tell Seamus to stay the fuck away from my to do list, and I don’t stare at Draco’s ass thank you very much
  6. Stop lying to myself and my amazingly handsome friends and admit that I have a giant gay crush on the kinda sexy blond ministry potion master
  7. Murder Dean in his sleep because I do not have a crush on Draco Malfoy I hate him (besides, you’re the one who called him sexy, maybe you should ask him out)
  8. I only appreciate his aesthetic from an artist point of view, I wouldn’t leave Seamus for anyone, he’s way too cute
  9. Tell Dean to stop crushing on his husband on my to do list because just looking at the two of you gives me diabetes already
  10. Draco Malfoy
  11. Fuck off Fred
  12. Draco Malfoy
  13. You too George
  14. Tell Ron he’s the most amazing auror partner/best friend/brother from another mother evahhhh because he just faked your terrible handwriting and asked Malfoy out for you
  15. I hate you
  16. Love you too Harry

Oh, oh no… what if… what if, when it came time for the (mass) funeral of those lost in the Battle, George pleaded, begged, argued and wept until his parents agreed to bury Fred in George’s jumper…

And at the funeral, it was raining of course… because that’s what happens on days when you have to bury hundreds of young lives that will never be lived… George stood beside the small plot where the casket carrying half his being, was to rest. The family are grief-stricken, but unable to get too close, as the remaining twin stands by the gravesite, long fingers fiddling, catching, clenching and unfurling in the wool of the jumper he wore; the one emblazoned with a large F.

And yet, for all their agony, they are not the only ones there that day… mourning what is gone.

To the left, and the right, indeed all around on this secluded part of the Hogwarts grounds… there are families letting raindrops and tears intermingle down worn faces.

A pink-haired baby cries behind the Weasleys, where they’ve huddled about the allotted gravesite; and none dare to turn around, not yet. 
Harry’s there, though, with Tonks’ parents in their grief, holding his tiny godson like nothing in the world is more precious. Hermione is standing behind him, holding the umbrella, and shooting glances about them (and then at Ron) every few minutes.

Everything is thick with the mire of misery. 
Nothing can pierce the thick pain of grief and loss in this moment, nothing… except… Nothing.

George trembles, and finally allows one of his older siblings to comfort him… he’s not sure who… but the burnmarks seem a good indication of identity. It is then he notices the people a grave over from theirs…

They are young, late-twenties or so, and are hauntingly familiar… seemingly quite lost as they look from one side to anothe-… oh. As he watches from over his nameless (brother? It didn’t feel like ginny)’s shoulder… the young man breaks down as his wife clenches pale fists tightly before shoving one in her mouth to stifle her scream.

He knows them now.

Gently, as if filled with purpose, he disentangles himself from his sibling and moves past the surprised remainder of his family… 

They look up as he approaches. Those sad, red-rimmed eyes lock onto his and it is a moment where both parties understand, feel the same agony though for different reasons, recognise it in another… 

He holds out his hands in an open gesture, inadvertently displaying the large F on his chest as rain seeped down upon them all… and said what had to be said. “I am so sorry for your loss, Mr and Mrs Creevey. Fred and I knew Colin and Dennis… so, as terrible as it sounds… it’s okay. He’s looking out for them, now so you don’t have to worry.”

Mrs Creevey bursts into a loud wail and practically tackles him.
Mr Creevey puts a hand on his shoulder, and uses the other to pat his wife on the back. 

“Thank you, young man… y-you have no idea.. what it means to hear that…”

But he did. 
It meant Fred wasn’t alone.
And that somehow made things a tad less terrible.

So I was thinking the other day…

Like can you imagine Hogwarts a few years after the war and everything seems normal, and new muggleborn kids start who have no idea about the atrocities that happened there. Like for other students it’s still all so raw and real, but these poor little cherubs have no idea? Like there’s a minute silence held in the great hall on May 2nd and some poor first year asks what’s going on? And Denis Creevey turns to them and has to explain his own brothers death within these very walls?


Because that thought literally crushed me.