People would have you know that Harry Potter died a hero at the hand of the Dark Lord, protecting us all.
They would tell you that without his sacrifice we would all be dead. It's all lies. How do I know? I was there.
When Voldemort was defeated, Harry Potter vanished never to be seen again, a stain was found in Dumbledores office.
Blood?But who? Why? How?
Ron, Hermione and Neville were out in the Hogwarts grounds, fihgting. There were more of us than them, but we were kids with no where near the experience of the Deatheaters.
George and Percy were dragging Fred's lifeless body away from the giant spiders that were invading. Aragog might have kept his children on a short leash when he was alive but now his mate was running things.
But where was Harry?
Mr Weasley was organizing the kids at the north wall to hurl curses down at the oncoming hoards.
Mrs Weasley was tending to the wounded with Lavender Brown and Ginny.
Proffesor Lupin and Tonks were dead, as was the Patil twins.
But where was our hero?
I was the one who found him, hiding in Dumbledores office, under the desk like a toddler in a deadly game of hide and seek.
He ran from me, tiny though I am. I felt fury at him. He was the chosen one, he was meant to be the leader of the light. The only one we could count on.
I raised my wand and the spell came unthinking to my lips.
stupify.
The pensive from Dumbledore's cubourd fell when his frozen body hit it. Memories overflowed and he was pulled into them.
As he dissapeared the memories hit the red carpet of Dumbledore's office floor, leaving a dark red stain across the spot.
I left. Went to the grounds and found Voldemort. I duelled him. I killed him. I saved them all.
I am Colin Creevey.
I killed Harry Potter, the coward.
I killed Voldemort, the dark lord.
I saved the world, and gave the credit to a fake.
But those who are important to me know the truth; and that's all that matters.