People had walked by his coffin laying down white roses on it. Colin Creevey had been one of the may that had died during the war. He had been a true Gryffindor but he hadn't been acknowledged as one. After he had died many had began to remember him, his wide grin and brown hair. The way he would always be around Harry to try and get an autograph. IT was a shame he wasn't able to get one...that is until today.
As the last mourner put the last white rose on Colin's coffin Harry had walked towards it. People looked at him with tearstained faces. Dennis sat by his parents as he mourned his elder brother. Harry place a photo of him in in Colin's coffin...is only one...
"Thanks Colin...for being my number one fan...even after death..." Harry walked away from the coffin as they began to lower it in the cold earth.
