I do not own HP, I am not J.K Rowling.
Autograph
The war was over. So many had lost their lives, far too many. Remus, Tonks, Fred, Sirius, his own parents just to name a few. Harry attended every single funeral. Hermione stood by his side, gripping his hand as they said goodbye to their friends.
Today was the last funeral. This one affected Harry worse than the others. This young life snatched away too soon. Harry found himself remembering the bright smile, and the determined, single minded focus the boy had. He remembered the many times the boy had asked for his autograph, or even a picture. He felt bad telling him he never signed autographs, but he just didn't like his fame. He smiled softly as he thought about the many times he had seen the boy, with the camera seemingly attached to his face. Colin Creevy had lost his life trying to help a younger student escape during the battle of Hogwarts. He had heroically shielded a friend from the killing curse, allowing him to escape.
Even though his blood status as a muggle born had prevented him from attending Hogwarts that year, Colin returned when he got the DA call. He had shown up along with other members of Dumbledore's Army. Minerva McGonagall had spotted him and dismissed him from the castle for being underage. Colin however, in true Gryffindor style returned and fought in the Battle of Hogwarts.
He fought during the first half of the battle. During the break, his body was found outside the Great Hall by Neville Longbottom and Oliver Wood. Harry remembered the moment too well. Neville had nearly walked into him. He was half of the pair that was carrying a body into the Great Hall from the grounds. Harry had glanced down, and felt a dull blow to his stomach. The body was that of Colin Creevey. Harry knew he was underage, just 16 if he remembered correctly. He had seen Minerva dismiss him previously. He must have sneaked back just like Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done. Harry couldn't help but think the boy was tiny in death.
Harry watched as several people laid flowers on Colin's grave. Hermione had conjured a beautiful flower wreath like she had done for his parents. She turned to him, squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. And just like she had done at all the other funerals, she walked a ways off to give Harry a private moment. Harry knelt down, reached in his pocket and pulled out a photograph. The photograph was one that Colin himself had taken, and given to Harry. In the bottom right hand corner, was the messy signature of Harry Potter with a small note. 'To Colin, one of the bravest friends I could ever have.' Harry nestled the photo in the middle of Hermione's flower wreath. He had placed many charms (with Hermione's help) to prevent anything happening to the photograph.
Harry stood, laid his hand on the gravestone and silently said goodbye to Colin. Then he turned and sought out Hermione. On his way to her, someone approached him and asked for his autograph. Harry replied politely, Sorry, I don't sign autographs for anyone. Colin's mother had watched the young man say goodbye and had seen the photograph. Her youngest son confirmed her suspicions. Harry Potter had signed just one autograph. And he had done so for her lost son. The thought warmed her heart, because she knew that her son would always be remembered by the young man.