It was a well know fact that you could go down this corridor where you could see the faces of the many students and members of The Order who had fallen while defeating Voldemort. After James' first year at Hogwarts he returned home now wondering who of the many faces had been significant people in his parents lives.

One evening after dinner, James approached his father in the yard as he was relaxing on the front porch. They had a nice chat as James thought of a good way to bring up the desired subject. Finally he took in a deep breath and asked him, "Dad, how many of your friends died in the war that happened at Hogwarts?"

Harry closed his eyes. He had a feeling this was going to happen soon. He remembered talking to Neville once about the dedication and how many students always asked him about the war. It was only a matter of time before his own kids would become curious. "I knew a lot of people who faught," he said looking over at James, "Teddy's parents, Uncle George's twin brother, Professor Snape whom your brother get's his middle name from.."

James sat on the edge of his seat, "Why did student's fight?"

Harry smiled a little to himself, he was thinking of the days when the DA met regularly and everything seemed alright. "Well in my 5th year I had started up a group called the DA. Short for Dumbledore's Army, where I taught my classmates and friends Defense Against the Dark Arts."

At that last statement James seemed to admire his father more. Harry continued, "that year had sparked a need to fight in many of us. We had wanted Voldemort's fall to come more than anyone else. When the war took place only 2 years later most of the members were of age. Only a few had to leave."

"None of the under aged members stayed behind?" James asked curiously.

Immediately Harry thought back to the face of a 16 year old Colin Creevey who was found dead by Neville and Oliver as Harry was on his way to sacrifice himself. "There was one that I had seen, his name was Colin. Colin Creevey. I had first met him my 2nd year at Hogwarts. He was a bit annoying back then. Always taking my picture and asking for signatures. Your Uncle Ron thought it was amusing at most times."

James imagined an 11 year old boy jumping around his father taking photo's like there was no tomorrow and stiffed a laugh. There was a pause, "I remember that name," said James suddenly, "I saw it in the corridor of those who had fallen." James suddenly looked sad.

Harry reached his hand out and patted James's head, "Colin was only 16. Although he was not of age, I am sure he was of sound mind. He wanted the end of Voldemort as much as anyone. He was a true Gryffindor who wanted to fight. It was a shame he didn't live."

"Did you ever regret thinking he was annoying?" James asked cautiously.

"Sometimes, but you have to remember that was about 5 years prior to the war. There was more then enough life in him at the time for me to feel bad about it," Harry smiled.

At the start of his 2nd year James began making visits to Colin's portrait in the corridor. One day near Halloween James approached Professer Longbottom and asked about Colin. He told James only that Colin was as much of a Gryffindor as the rest of them and that it was terrible that he died so young.

James was forever fixed thinking about the boy who stayed behind to fight even when he was told not to. Without thinking about it, he had somehow found himself as a close friend with a boy who had lived, and died, long before he was born. As strange as it sounded, it comforted him a little.