Disclaimer & A/N: So, I still don't won HP, but that's much is obvious, considering I'm writing fanfiction.

This was something that sat in the back of my mind for a while, so I started typing and… voila? I guess? Just read it.

Also, I know Colin Creevey's parents probably didn't disappear – I don't really know, but he just sort of fit this story. In my eyes, anyways.

It's for Ruan. Who I've never forgotten, and probably will never forget. Love you.

Shadowman

My parents knew. They warned me before they disappeared. They told me to stay away from the shadowman. I didn't listen.

Me? I'm Colin Creevey. My idol is Harry Potter. Or he used to be, considering I'm now dead. Or shall I say I'm in between? I'm neither here nor there. My soul is not in my body anymore; my soul sort of lingers in a nightmarish place.

My parents were always consistent. "Don't follow him, Colin!" and "Beware the shadow!". You see, I'd always ha these weird dreams. Dreams were I'm a tiger in a forest, and there's a crocodile that keeps hunting me. One where huge monsters chased me, one where trees came to life – and they were big birds, pecking at me… Or where the shadowman followed me. He was tall – taller than even Hagrid. He was bulky, huge muscles… when I looked upon his face I saw a horrible sneer… his face contorted in an emotion I never understood… and he had no eyes. Just darkness. Shadows.

I first met him in my first year at Hogwarts. While I was petrified. I could hear what was going on around me, but I couldn't respond. I should've forgotten everything, but I didn't.

And then I dreamed.

And the shadowman tried to get me to follow him, but somehow I knew following him would take me away from my new life at Hogwarts.

The next time I saw him was at the battle. This time he came into reality. I saw a green light head my way, but he drew my attention. He turned around, as if knowing I would follow him.

And he was right.

I followed to the forest. Through a path that reeked of stale bread and moss. I didn't realize the forest was so haunting. The shadows cast by the trees made me walk faster, and soon I wasn't walking anymore… I was running… and then gliding… my robes fluttered soundlessly behind me… eerily…

Suddenly he turned around and slammed a door in front of me. I couldn't remember even seeing a door. I wasn't in the forest anymore, but a dirty room… a cell… I was a prisoner.

I slammed against the railings. It made a loud clinging sound. The sound reverberated in the air around us. A melancholy sound.

"Now you're locked in your dreams." He spoke in a hollow voice. "Just as those before you."

I was sixteen.

I gazed down, not knowing what to expect, and there I lay. My body lifeless, but my soul trapped. Trapped in my nightmares. I was allowed out, but I preferred my cell, otherwise the crocodile and the tiger would hunt me, the bird threatened to step on me… I don't grow old. I don't feel. Except for fear and anger.

The shadowman visits me often. Giving me a new task. I have to trap souls, like he trapped mine… like he himself was trapped. Like my parents were trapped. I never saw them. But I heard them. Often.

I sent this dream to this writer to warn you.

Beware of the shadowman! Beware of a man without eyes! A man built like a wrestler! Beware… or become a lost soul. Not a ghost, a spirit… just a locked soul…

Warn my brother. Tell him to stay away from the shadowman!

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A/N: Um… okay, that didn't come out as planned… but all right… review, maybe? I didn't know what to categorize this as, so I left in general. Let me know what you think.