A/N: Disclaimer: My Christmas list contains all rights to Harry Potter would I need this if I owned it???
Harry walked up to the podium; it was the burial of Collin Creevy.
"Why must the good die young? Collin died trying to protect everyone from Voldemort. To give everyone freedom they deserve. Let him not have died in vain. Let him have died keeping generations free. Let him have died to keep his nieces and nephews free of judgments. To free muggle borns and half-bloods of discrimination. Collin can be an example to all of us that you can believe in something even when you're young. He also shows that children can do great things if they work to it. In fourth year, he disarmed, created patronesses, and did anything he set his mind to. We must take his example to our hearts. We must not let him die in vain. Thank you."
The crowd was silent. All stared at Harry as he was walking back to sit next to Ginny. He sat and saw Ginny move up to the podium. She spoke. "Collin. I remember in first year, Collin had his camera and continually attempted to take pictures of Harry. He and I met two days before he was petrified and we were planning on starting a Harry Potter fan club." She paused and laughed. "He was a great friend and loved others easily. Harry was right he should not have died in vain. He didn't deserve to die. So may the death eater who killed him rot in Azkaban. Still we need to just remember the good times. Like the time he blasted Zacharias Smith clear off his feet; then when he followed Harry around trying to get his autograph."
The crowd was sobbing. Piles of tissues were the trash cans when the burial was done. If one thing stuck in the people's heads that day, it was, don't let him die in vain.
A/N: Ok, this is my first fic so please feel free to offer constructive criticism. This is short so you can easily review. It will only take a few minutes.