The camera in the basement was Colin's forbidden fruit. He wanted it.
One evening, he crept downstairs just to look at it. It was old, black and beautiful. He felt a strong desire to hold it in his hands.
As though in response, the camera drifted down towards him.
Astounded but delighted, he held it up. However, his joy was dampened immediately when he realised it was broken. Did he break it? Uh-oh. That was bad news. He needed to fix it. But how? He hadn't a clue how to, really. His father was going to kill him. He stared at it intently ‒ and it began to mend itself. It then floated gently out of his hands and back to its position on a shelf.
Colin ran for it.
Mr. Creevey never really did figure out how the old broken camera in the basement was suddenly good as new.