I am a terrible author. One day my life will become somewhat normal, I hope (not too normal, just enough that I can keep up with the stuff like this.

Dear Colin,

After the dirt had been magically placed over the grave, Harry lingered until everyone had gone. Ginny had also hung back, clinging to his hand. He wouldn`t have allowed anyone else to stay, but Ginny was not only good friends with Colin, but she was his rock.

"I remember in your first year, all Colin ever wanted from me was a second of my time," Harry said tightly. "His face would literally light up every time he caught sight of me."

Ginny made a small noise of agreement. "H-he was so excited t-to be in the same house as the famous Harry P-potter." She choked out. Harry squeezed her hand.

Glancing around them, Harry looked for signs that they were being watched. A silent hominum revelio told him that they were completely alone. He leaned over and kissed the top of Ginny's head before dropping her hand to approach the grave.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, as he knelt before the headstone and began to push aside some of the dirt.

"Do you know that I never gave Colin the one thing he wanted most from me?" Harry asked her, digging just a little deeper.

"What's that?" Ginny asked.

Harry pulled out a glossy piece of paper. A muggle photo of himself, his signature scrawled across the bottom:

Colin, You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. I'm so sorry.

Harry Potter

Ginny smiled softly. Colin would never in a million years blame Harry for any negative occurrence in his life, but that picture would be his most prized possession, even though he had left the physical world.

"I spent so much time hating my fame, that I never thought about how happy something so simple would make another person. The next time a child asks I'll remember you, and I'll smile and sign the bloody photo."

I'm really sorry I never gave you that signed picture of me when you were still here. I left one on your grave.