Disclaimer: I am sorry to admit that I don't own Harry Potter. I don't have the brains, smarts, or anything of that sort to come up with that entire concept. All rights belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: New story here. It is short, but I believe it is one of a kind. I personally have never seen one like it. But I do hope you enjoy.
Summary: What if the truth you know is a lie. Colin Creevey is not who you think he is.
Title translation: The truth you know is a lie. The title is Latin.
Mendacium vero scitis
The truth that everyone knows is a lie. I am not a filthy mudblood as everyone believes. I am actually a pureblood from a pureblood family. My parents are death eaters, and I am a slytherin spy, sorted Gryffindor. I forced the sorting hat to put me in Gryffindor. If it didn't, i threatened to burn him. I spy on all the Gryffindors for my mother and father. I use my camera to take pictures and show them what they are up to. I have been doing this since my first year. And no one except my parents know this. The other death eaters son't even know they have a son, two sons actually. My idiot of a brother also got sorted into Gryffindor, but he wanted to be in this stupid house. That traitor. To the Gryffindors, I am known as camera-wielding, fan-obsessing, Colin Creevey. You heard me right. I am Colin Creevey. And my brother is Dennis. Traitor. And that is the truth and not the lie.