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Colin Creevey
I was Colin Creevy, Muggle-born, shutter bug, DA member, brother. I was killed during the Battle of Hogwarts. My brother and I had been in hiding with our mom and dad. We'd been forbidden to come back to the school that year because of the Ministry's new policy on Muggle-born students.
I went to the school with the rest of the DA, when Hermione Granger called us on our magical coins to help defend it. I might have been a Muggle-born, but I knew how to fight and I loved Hogwarts, I couldn't sit by while others fought for it. The adults tried to send me away with all the other lower year students, saying that we were all too young to be fighting in a war, so I snuck back in when no one was looking. I didn't care how young I was, I knew that I could assist. I hadn't spent all those months as a member of the DA to be shooed off when I could be helpful.
The battle had been large and loud and I'd been scared, but I hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor for nothing. I ran through the fight, hexing and cursing any Death Eater I saw, trying not to get into any one on one battles with anyone, because while I was brave, I also wasn't stupid enough to think that my instinct would be better than a seasoned and practiced witch or wizard. Especially not ones as merciless as everyone said the Death Eaters were.
I'm not sure who killed me, I think I was hit with a spell in the back as I dueled. Other's died that day too. I've seen them here on this weird train platform as we wait for our train. I'm not sure where we're going, but I know it's my time. Some people here seem like they've been around for a long time. Some who got here around the same time as I did don't plan on leaving right away, like I do.
I know someday I'll see my family again. Until then I'll miss them, especially, Dennis. He'd wanted to come with me when it was time to go defend Hogwarts, but I didn't let him. Someone needed to stay behind and protect mom and dad. I'm glad that they'll have each other.
I'm glad Dennis turned out to be a wizard too, so that we could go to Hogwarts together. Everyone used to say how rare it was, to have two magical Muggle-born siblings in the same family. There were other Muggle-borns in my year who would talk sadly about what a rift their magical differences were making between their siblings and themselves. I'm glad Dennis and I never had to experience that. I love my little brother.
Even though I died, I know that my death won't have been in vain. I know that even in the darkest of times, the Order and the DA will fight for what is good and right. Those Death Eaters will have to kill each and every one of them before they have their way without resistance. They are heroes and heroes never give up.
Me? I'm just Collin, and I wonder where this train will take me. I wish I had my camera.