Page 107 - [2]Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

CHAPTER SIX

They finished lunch and went outside into the overcast court-
yard. Hermione sat down on a stone step and buried her nose in
Voyages with Vampires again. Harry and Ron stood talking about

Quidditch for several minutes before Harry became aware that he
was being closely watched. Looking up, he saw the very small,
mousy-haired boy he’d seen trying on the Sorting Hat last night
staring at Harry as though transfixed. He was clutching what
looked like an ordinary Muggle camera, and the moment Harry
looked at him, he went bright red.
“All right, Harry? I’m — I’m Colin Creevey,” he said breath-
lessly, taking a tentative step forward. “I’m in Gryffindor, too.
D’you think — would it be all right if — can I have a picture?” he
said, raising the camera hopefully.
“A picture?” Harry repeated blankly.
“So I can prove I’ve met you,” said Colin Creevey eagerly, edg-
ing further forward. “I know all about you. Everyone’s told me.

About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you
and how he disappeared and everything and how you’ve still got a
lightning scar on your forehead” (his eyes raked Harry’s hairline)
“and a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right
potion, the pictures’ll move.” Colin drew a great shuddering breath
of excitement and said, “It’s amazing here, isn’t it? I never knew all
the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hog-
warts. My dad’s a milkman, he couldn’t believe it either. So I’m tak-
ing loads of pictures to send home to him. And it’d be really good
if I had one of you” — he looked imploringly at Harry — “maybe
your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then,
could you sign it?”

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