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alt_dracoI don't really feel like writing, but last night people kept whispering and looking at me and I know they want to ask, so I might as well tell.
I saw Dennis. His body, I mean. Professor Slughorn didn't want me to but I did. They told me he died in an instant, and nothing could have saved him. They don't know how he died yet, but Professor Slughorn said it probably wasn't anything to do with his magic. He said mudblood children have manifested magic for a long time without ever dying or killing anyone because of it. And then they all told me that Dennis probably didn't feel any pain.
He felt fear, though. I saw it. On his face, I mean. He was scared when he died. That probably counts as a kind of pain, doesn't it.
And I keep thinking about what they said was written on the wall by him and Ollivander. "Enemies will be found and fall." Whoever this Heir is, or thinks he is, I don't know how Dennis could be his enemy. He was a mudblood and his magic was going mad, yes, but he was completely loyal, and he would have gladly given away his magic to anyone if he had only been able to. I don't see what makes him more of an enemy than Carrow's mudblood, or Ollivander for that matter. He was just nine years old.
I wonder if they'll tell his parents, but then I don't even know if he has parents. Dennis didn't know if he had them, either.
I saw Dennis. His body, I mean. Professor Slughorn didn't want me to but I did. They told me he died in an instant, and nothing could have saved him. They don't know how he died yet, but Professor Slughorn said it probably wasn't anything to do with his magic. He said mudblood children have manifested magic for a long time without ever dying or killing anyone because of it. And then they all told me that Dennis probably didn't feel any pain.
He felt fear, though. I saw it. On his face, I mean. He was scared when he died. That probably counts as a kind of pain, doesn't it.
And I keep thinking about what they said was written on the wall by him and Ollivander. "Enemies will be found and fall." Whoever this Heir is, or thinks he is, I don't know how Dennis could be his enemy. He was a mudblood and his magic was going mad, yes, but he was completely loyal, and he would have gladly given away his magic to anyone if he had only been able to. I don't see what makes him more of an enemy than Carrow's mudblood, or Ollivander for that matter. He was just nine years old.
I wonder if they'll tell his parents, but then I don't even know if he has parents. Dennis didn't know if he had them, either.
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Date: 2010-02-14 06:14 am (UTC)Brenda was very ill when we came to fetch Dennis. She knew us already, we'd already taken her oldest son just the year before. She begged us to give her a little more time with Dennis, because she knew it would be the last chance she'd get to see him. She knew she was dying. He was such a tiny baby. When I saw him, he was six months old, but he looked almost half that.
So we waited.
She died a year later, and by the time we were able to come back for him, it was too late.
Lucas works at the dairy farms at Cheadle. At least that's what he did last time we were able to communicate at all. I know he's still alive because of Colin's ring, at least. And Colin's written him explaining what has happened, even though Merlin knows when we'll be able to get the letter to him.
So there's that, I suppose.
You will never read this. I hardly see the point in writing it down, really, except for the fact that it needs to be written somewhere, even if it's hidden. Dennis Creevy was not a house-elf. He was a human being who had a mother, a father, and a brother who all loved him very much. He was a little boy who spent most of his short life being ordered about, afraid and ashamed of his own magic, and kept apart from his family. You were the closest person he had to a family, really.
I hope you will think twice the next time your father gives you a new little slave that you can order around. And I hope to Merlin you feel half the guilt that I'm feeling.