Hi guys, so this is my first ever fanfic, so please bear with me if it's crap, I'll hopefully get better. This is basically about Colin Creevey, one of my favourite characters, who definitely wasn't featured enough in the whole franchise. Please review honestly.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings or any other feature of the Harry Potter franchise that belongs solely to JKR.

Chapter 1

Colin Creevey never fit in. Not at muggle school, not at Hogwarts. Well, the muggle school not fitting in was pretty obvious, he could do magic. There was the time he laughed so hard that the board rubber did laps of the room before dive-bombing the teacher, and there was the time he saw his little brother being picked on and accidentally made the bullies' trousers disappear. But there was something else, something that just didn't fit in, even when he went to Hogwarts and was around other muggle-borns that could do magic, there was just something that made him stand out, that made him Colin Creevey.

Colin never actually worked out what it was that made him different, that brought a smile on his face even when he was in the darkest of moments. He didn't deserve to die the way he did. Fighting. A war hero. He was just sixteen.

As it turned out, it was Colin knowing no bounds of friendship that set him out. Class, age, race, size, sexuality and religion had no effect on Colin. He'd try and make friends with everyone, and when he failed the first time, he tried again and again. In the end, he'd die for friendship, and love.

When Colin received his Hogwarts letter at the age of 11, he was overwhelmed. His father was unbelievably proud and he couldn't wait to go and learn how to do magic. He just wished his mother was there to share it with him. He even took his muggle camera, an item that became a trademark to Colin Creevey, an item that became a small memorial in a certain dormitory. Colin didn't want to go to Hogwarts blind though, so he read up as much as he could, especially on Harry potter, he was intrigued by him and wanted to meet him in the flesh. A potential friend, Colin had thought he might be someone he could talk to.

When he arrived at Hogwarts, he was awed by the sight that lay before him, but where was Harry? He looked around everywhere whilst the sorting was taking place and couldn't even see him when he was called forward and placed into Gryffindor. The house of courage and valour. How fitting. Of course the answer to his earlier questions became apparent when Harry himself walked into the Gryffindor common room with his ginger best friend. Colin couldn't think of anything to say to him though and decided to leave it 'till the morning.

Of course, Colin talked to Harry, tried to get plenty of photos on his muggle camera. Harry just wasn't interested, an action Harry would come to regret, yet Colin carried on, until he was petrified by the Basilisk.

By the time Colin had been freed from his petrification, Harry had once again become one of hero status and Colin owed everything to him. Everything.

It wasn't just Harry that Colin adored, a certain small redhead that was also in his year had caught his eye from day one, and he couldn't shift the burning feeling inside of him when he saw her. When her hair shimmered in the sun his breath fell away and when she laughed it was the sweetest sound. She was, of course, Ginny Weasley. And over time, Colin grew to fall in love with her, but never got to have her. He got one wonderful moment but it came to nothing and he never deserved to die the way he did.

To be continued…