Denis shook his head. "No. All his dorm mates claim the trunk and his camera just vanished after he was killed. The same as his bed disappeared from their dorm. For my parents, that's actually the worst of this entire situation. How do you say good-bye to someone you have no proof is actually gone? Every time the train comes to the station, they look for Colin to get off it. They can't help it. Because the last time they saw him was when they put him on it to come here to school at eleven. It was a happy day for the family. A day of celebration because none of us had ever expected to come to a boarding school. We thought we'd go to the local secondary day school in our home district. Instead, Colin got invited to attend Hogwarts and to get here he had to catch a train in London. So Da took the day off from the cows and his milk delivery route to take the family to see Colin off on the train. Now they can't help but worry every time they have to take me to that same train station to catch the same train here. They worry I'll disappear from their lives just like he did. And if Tenya does get a letter this summer they'll worry for her as well."
"I see," Lady Narcissa nodded somberly. "Yes, that would be hard and it would make the holiday harder for your family then it already is with a member missing. I do admire your parents courage though. I can't imagine sending a child to the same school I already lost a child to. A school I can't even get to myself. Or have any proof actually exists. Yet they've done so every year since he died. That takes great courage, Mr. Creevey. You have reason to be proud of them." Denis' spine went ramrod straight and his smile though trembling was proud as he heard her telling him he could be proud of his parents bravery.
"As for your brother's belongings and your family's need to say good-bye, let me think on this and see what I can do. It's easy to see how this situation is a problem your family can't overcome without help."
Colin asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his words, "You'd really help my family? Why? I thought the Malfoy's didn't think people like my family were even worthy of notice. Let alone feelings the same as yourselves. That's what I heard when I was a student here anyway. Certainly Draco here said as much every time he calls us by that awful slur. He was just trying it again a few minutes ago in how he addressed my brother when he barged into our conversation."
Narcissa bit back a sneer that wanted to form at the poorly veiled insult to her family, understanding he wasn't intending any such thing. All he was doing was making a comment based on his own personal knowledge and observations. And truth to tell she had heard Draco herself doing and implying exactly what he'd just said he did. A glance at the Slytherin children with a raised brow had them giving her nods indicating the ghost was telling the truth. "You referred to this student as a mudblood, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked in a dangerous voice.
Draco gulped and backed up a step. Shakily he nodded. "Then I will be taking fifteen points from House Slytherin for each time you used that slur and adding another week of detention to the week I previously gave you. Mention of that offense had better be a part of tonight's apology as well, as young Mr. Creevey is not a mudblood at all." In that one statement Slytherin House had just lost sixty points, which had his house mates glaring at him and growling, while Draco had earned a total of three weeks of detention. Draco closed his eyes with a groan. He was going to pay for this in the common room later.
Turning back to the Creevey brothers she spoke directly to the wide-eyed ghost child. "Yes, Colin. I'd help your family. Because no parent deserves to spend the rest of their lives wondering what happened to their eleven year old child. Because your siblings and your parents deserve closure for your loss."
She scowled lightly once again at Draco who seemed to shrink in on himself. "And Draco has much to learn of the world. That particular insult has less to do with bloodlines and more to do with a person's attitude. But he, and others like him, don't understand that and therefore use it incorrectly. It's the main reason his Head of House is particularly hard on them when he learns they have been using it in the halls. And I will certainly be informing him of this confrontation and it's outcome. I'm perfectly sure he will want to have his own words with Mr. Malfoy as well." That statement made Draco pale even more and struggle to bite back a whimper of anticipated pain. Severus had been known to actually use a paddle for students he caught using that particular epitaph. And if he didn't, he was quite fond of a particularly nasty homemade soap that set your mouth afire for hours as well as leaving a nasty taste behind nothing would wash away.
Narcissa ignored her son and went on explaining the meaning behind the slur to the children. "For instance, Ms. Granger and the former Headmaster were both mudbloods because their attitude made them such. They revered the muggle society to such a degree they wished to change our society to match that one irregardless of the damage doing so would do to those who aren't human like ourselves and have no place in that society. Ms. Granger went so far as to suggest we should join the muggle world and do away with the Statue of Secrecy which protects our peoples from the muggles need to know and understand everything. They are mudbloods because what they want for our world would get a lot of us killed needlessly. Because of our magic, we are different from a normal muggle. They would seek to discover exactly why we are different and if they can duplicate our magic for those of their own choosing."