It is always in the nature of humanity to fear what it doesn't know, and hate what it doesn't understand. It has turned good men with hearts of gold to vile creatures with maggot infested tumors where their hearts had once been. Such is the case of one, Colin Creevey.
The young lad had always been a sunny boy from the moment he came forth from his mother's womb. Growing up, adults would say he almost seemed to possess a ray of light around him that look as though it began with his golden mess of hair. His mother always told him he had the kindest eyes she had ever seen on a person.
Colin also grew up dreaming of the famous Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived". Late at night he would pull out scraps of saved newspaper and reread the articles that talked of his exploits as a babe. When he was ten he heard of Harry's adventures at Hogwarts and counted the days until he could meet the boy and mayhap join him on his noble quests. He made sure his camera was packed, even snuck it in when his mum had yanked it out of his trunk. His entire life's dream had been narrowed in, to be in the covetous circle of Harry's friends.
During the year, he followed Harry everywhere, snapping pictures of anything significant to Potter. He befriended Ron Weasely's younger sister Ginny, since she seemed to be able the fast track to Harry.
As in many examples before, when one puts another person on a pedestal so high that God might not reach it, the person will be sorely disappointed when their Adonis fails them. And as is does with all idolaters, Colin's time of hero worship came to a traumatic end. When he was petrified by the basilisk, all he could do was lay in his bed, and think over and over again how his hero would save him, that Harry would come sweeping into his room sword in hand and antidote in the other. Suffice to say, Colin's wish did not come to fruition. Oh yes, he was unpetrified, but by Madame Pomfrey with the Mandrake antidote. What he learned though, is what ended his world.
Harry had not gone slaying monsters for him. He had went into the depths of hell for Ginny. Ginny, who had known how much Colin obsessed about Harry. Ginny, who had pretended to need rescuing while he had suffered. He was well on the way towards blaming her for the entire fiasco, when the damning news started being whispered. Ginny was the cause of it all. She had him petrified so she could have Harry to herself!
Now an objective mind would rationalize that poor Ginny Weasley was just as much a victim the whole scheme of things as anyone else. In fact, Ginny might have been more of a victim than anyone else. Yet Colin Creevey was not in an objective frame of mind. And he sentenced poor Ginny to death in his mind. And it was hear that his golden heart lost its luster and started to fester. Colin spent the rest of the year whispering a slanted version of Ginny in the halls, turning her friends to enemies, and making her the object of fear and ridicule. It was her fault that Harry hadn't come for him. And he would make her pay, dearly.
And so began Colin Creevey's dark descent into the void humanity labels evil. A descent taken by others before him. Some manage to turn back as did a lad by the name of Tom Riddle. Others are too blinded to achieve this. But now, whenever Colin is at home, adults don't say he has a glow about him, and his mother does not tell him he has kind, warm eyes. For his eyes are cold and empty, and Colin does not understand.
Okay, I updated! I'd thought to scrap the story, but since I'm still receiving e-mails months later I decided to give in. Although one of the last reviewers scares me a bit. Anyway, here's a bit of history, so those of you who were wondering can have a bit of insight into Colin Creevey.