The Battle of Hogwarts was something that was present in every history book. The final defeat of Voldemort was something that none of the people wanted to forget. The victory was celebrated. But it came with a price of thousands of Deaths. Innocents, who did not even fight were killed. And those who fought back were remembered with respect. Their dead bodies were present in the old courtyard of Hogwarts, which was a memorial. And among those dead bodies was a certain Colin Creevey.
Colin Creevey was a year younger than Harry Potter. He adored the boy-who-lived, and was a great fan of him. He was in the Dumbledore's Army, and had died heroically in the Battle, killed by Death Eaters. His body lay there, untouched. So it was definitely a shock when he woke up above his tombstone.
It was the first week of September, and the school was buzzing with students. But nobody actually went to the memorial, except on 2nd of May. So nobody noticed Colin sleeping peacefully on his tombstone. It wasn't until midday when Colin woke up, and the first thought that crossed his thought was the Battle. He immediately sat up. He didn't even bother to look back, or down. Had he done so, he would have understood a lot of things.
Immediately reaching for his wand, Colin looked around. He saw a lot of tombstones. Was the battle over? Had they finally won? Was he unconscious the whole time? He moved towards the castle.
As he reached inside, he saw a whole school buzzing with life. Children were laughing. Some looked at him suspiciously, but he ignored them. He had to go to McGonagall. As he turned towards the Transfiguration classroom, a bunch of first years came out. Colin stopped, waiting for the crowd to disperse. But a first-year Gryffindor stopped in his tracks as he saw Colin. Colin noticed that, and he asked, "Have you seen Professor McGonagall?"
The boy looked at him, and asked, "Are you Colin Creevey?"
"Yes."
The students around all gasped. Colin looked at them as they looked at him with a mixture of fear and awe. The little kid looked around. He then saw a seventh-year nearby, a famous one and called, "James!James!"
"Hey kiddo!" The seventh-year looked at the boy. "What is it that you want?"
"This is Colin Creevey. He needs to see the Headmistress."
James Sirius Potter looked at the man, who was actually younger than him. After composing himself, he asked, "Are you really?" Colin nodded. James shook his hand and said, "I have heard so much about you. Come on, let's go!" and he literally pulled Colin to the Headmistress' office.
As they reached the Griffin Door, James said, "Dumbledore's Army." The Griffin moved aside, and James pulled Colin to the office. Colin was really surprised at the choice of password.
James knocked on the door, and Colin heard a very familiar "Come in."
"Hey Minnie!"
"James Potter . How many times have I told you…."
"Let us cut the part for today. See who have I brought with me." He moved aside, and Colin saw a very old McGonagall, sitting at the Headmaster's desk. She looked over from her spectacles, and almost whispered, "Colin Creevey."
"Hello Professor. I don't know what's going on, but is the war over? Did Harry win?"
" Creevey, I will answer all your questions, but please kindly take the seat." Colin did so.
" Potter, if you would be kind enough to contact Harry Potter and Dennis Creevey."
"Are you giving me permission to use your fireplace?"
"Yes."
Smirking, James left, saying, "Fred owes me a few galleons. Never thought I would win that bet."
Colin saw the boy disappear, who looked like Harry. His surname was potter as well. Was he in future or something like that?
" Creeevey," McGonagall stared, "What is the last thing you remember?"
"Fighting with one of the Death Eaters. I do not recollect which one."
"After my orders to not enter Hogwarts for under ages?"
Colin looked at the floor, ashamed.
"However, you were not the only one. Ginerva Po-Weasley, Luna Lovegood and many more had decided to follow the same way. Now, this may come as a shock to you, but you have been dead for almost 22 years."
Colin looked at McGonagall, wide-eyed. Was she joking? Was she a death Eater? Colin cursed himself for not checking her identity before informing her everything. Maybe she was Bellatrix Lestrange?
McGonagall, as if understanding his problem, stood up and said, "In your first year, before you were petrified, I told you to be careful, remember?"
Colin nodded.
"And you had replied that as long as Harry Potter was in Hogwarts, along with Professor Dumbledore, you had nothing to worry about."
Colin smiled at the memory. After all, for him, it was only five years ago.
"Now do you believe me?" Colin nodded.
The floo turned green, and James walked out of the fireplace. "They are coming Professor."
Minerva nodded, and as James was leaving, she said "Ah, Potter, i hope you remember your detention with me on Saturday night."
"Geez, Minnie, don't you ever forget? Don't worry, i will bring Freddie, Roxanne, Orlando and Anne with me. What are we doing again?" he asked, while McGonagall glared at him. Running his hand through his hair, he said, "Just trying to keep up with the weight of my name you know."
McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and James instantly ran out of the office.
Colin smirked between this exchange. He was worse than the Weasley twins. Just then, the floo turned green, and out stepped Dennis Creevey.
Dennis was nothing like Colin remembered him. He was taller than him, and more muscular. Scars covered his face and he showed them proudly. He wore majestic robes, with a small almost invisible pin saying 'A'. Colin looked at his brother in admiration.
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Dennis was pretty surprised when James had come and told him to come to Hogwarts immediately. Did something happen to Henry, his son? As he called his father as well, Dennis kept wondering what had happened. As soon as he left, Dennis informed his partner and left. What he saw made him shocked.
His deceased brother sat on the chair. He was still sixteen, and innocent. He looked at him in admiration. The floo turned green again and Harry Potter stepped out. He too froze as he saw Colin. This was really a surprise.
Finally, Dennis opened his mouth and asked, "Co-Colin?"
A smile broke out at the sixteen-year old's face and he hugged his younger brother. Well, technically, Dennis was older, but it didn't matter. Harry was the first to regain his senses.
"Minerva, have you questioned him under Veritaserum?"
"No,"replied McGonagall, "I was waiting for you to arrive."
"There's no need for that!" exclaimed Dennis. "I know this is my brother!"
"Dennis," started Harry, "You're an auror. Had it been someone else, what would you have done?"
Dennis remained quiet, but his anger was evident on his face. He always blamed Harry for Colin's death. Colin, sensing the problem, said, "I will take it."
He sat on the chair and Minerva gave him the truth serum. Harry stepped up and asked, "What is your full name?"
"Colin Creevey."
"When were you born?"
"3rd April, !981."
"What did you say when Ron started vomiting slugs in your first year?"
"'Can you turn him around, Harry?'"
"What was the first sign of magic that i showed?" asked Dennis.
"You repaired a flower vase you had broken."
Minerva gave him the antidote, and he smiled at the two men in front of him.
"Dennis," said McGonagall, "You should take him home."
Dennis nodded, and took him to the fireplace, telling him about his life and the things he had missed. As soon as they were gone, Minerva indicated Harry to sit.
"Do you have any idea what just happened?" Minerva asked, looking at Harry. He nodded. Minerva gestured him to start.
"As you know, i am the Master of Death. So, a few days back, I might have made a wish, under firewhisky, to get back all the innocent lives back, along with my loved ones and their loved ones. Death has to obey me. So, i guess."
Her lips twitched, and then Minerva asked, "So I should expect more back from the dead?"
Harry looked at her, and said, "I think so."
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A/N:Hello there. I have brought one more story in this Winter. Please R&R. Tell me if you like it, and Happy new year!