Harry glanced down, and felt another dull blow to his stomach: Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked back just as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death.
Dear Colin, who thought of Harry as a hero and never wavered in his loyalty, despite the fact that sometimes hating Harry was the popular thing to do. Dear Colin, who didn’t buy into the rumours that Harry was Slytherin’s heir, who tried to change the “Potter Stinks” badges to say “Support Potter”, who joined the DA in his 4th year and then answered the coin’s call in his 6th and came back to Hogwarts for the Final Battle. Dear Colin, who snuck back into the castle during said battle after being dismissed for being underage. Dear Colin, who ultimately died. For believing in the cause and for believing in Harry Potter. I think he deserves much more appreciaton from the fandom, because how many of us would risk it all like Dear Colin? (via simplypotterheads)
It doesn’t matter that, intellectually, I know he was sixteen; in his death scene, I always picture that overly enthusiastic 11-year-old.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.