Author's Note: Just a short 450 wds on the life and death of Colin Creevy. "He was tiny in death." was, I thought, one of the saddest sentences in the book and I wanted to
The Life and Death of Colin Creevey
All he wanted was to fight. Harry Potter was his hero plain and simple. His hero and so he believed him unconditionally and when others did not. Years passed and Colin joined Dumbledore's Army and was amazed to know that he, too, had power. He, too, could fight. He, too, could win. And then, he appreciated Harry as more then the Boy-Who-Lived and the big hero but also as the teacher, who taught them all that they could accomplish things they weren't aware of.
He was one of the ones, he thought, who was helped the most. Neville too, who'd been clumsy when he started, a laughingstock and suddenly developed all sorts of power he didn't know he had. Colin and Neville formed a friendship over unknown power and immeasurable gains from their time in the Army. They both liked Herbology and as Colin's fourth year drew to a close, he and Neville would chat about it. Not many people liked the subject.
He was angry when he'd heard they'd gone off. The trio of course, but also Neville, Luna, and Ginny. Why hadn't he responded to the call? He'd been playing a game of chess with his brother Dennis, hadn't thought it was anything important. He was angry at himself. When he found out later the whole thing had been planted there for Harry, they really shouldn't have gone in the first place, he didn't care. He still should have been there.
And so, in his sixth year, when Neville started a revolution, he was right there by his side. Neville, Ginny, and Luna were the leaders of course, for they knew Harry, they really knew Harry. There were many other students though, and he was proud to be one of them. They made sarcastic comments, and refused to hurt other students. They pretended not to care when hit with curse after curse. They rebelled.
Then there was Harry, Colin's hero. There was Neville and Luna and they were fighting. He must fight too. He had too. But instead he sat with Ginny, both irate at having been prohibited and they bashed authority for awhile. Then when a particularly large group of students came in, he snuck out, shrugging apologetically at Ginny who was being watched by hawk-like teachers.
So he fought. It was all he'd ever wanted to do. He was making a difference. Little Colin Creevey, was making a difference. Harry would be proud. He heard screaming on all sides, lights from curses were flashing and flying. A black blur approached. A green light flashed. And he was dead. He died with a smiled on his face. He had fought.