Promises & Reunions
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
10,362
Reviews:
5
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Epilogue
“Seamus, mate…can we come in?”
Seamus looked up blearily. He didn’t say anything, but when his eyes dropped back to his hands without telling them to piss off, Harry, Dean and Neville took it as a cue to enter.
The Aurors had appeared around the Finnegan’s cabin a few minutes after Harry and Seamus had arrived; they’d found Seamus curled in a fetal position at the feet of his mother, howling brokenly; Harry was kneeling beside him, wand out and ready. They’d attempted to remove Seamus from the scene, but he’d fought so violently that Mad-Eye Moody, the head Auror on the scene, had been forced to give Seamus a Calming Draught, which meant they wouldn’t be able to question him for a while. Harry felt it was just as well, considering what they’d later found of Seamus’ father upstairs in the bedroom.
The Aurors insisted that Harry give his account of what happened. However, Mad-Eye took charge of the questioning, and after a few unspoken communications he asked only a few careful questions; it was clear to Harry that Mad-Eye knew, if nothing else, that there was more to the story than Harry was revealing. He didn’t press for further details beyond the incident, accepting Harry’s right to be there without question, for which Harry was grateful.
When Harry told Mad-Eye that he’d left friends behind who’d be worried about him, Mad-Eye gave Harry permission to Apparate away (but told Harry they might need to question him further). Harry had reappeared in the back room of Fred and George’s shop, and Ginny had almost killed him, she was so furious Harry had left them behind. But her anger quickly gave way to grief for Seamus when Harry related what had happened.
Seamus was being held in St. Mungo’s overnight for observation; the Imperious Curse was notorious for causing memory loss and lack of bodily control, and the Aurors were taking no chances. Harry, Dean and Neville stopped near Seamus’ bed. “Er…sorry we weren’t here sooner, mate,” Dean said awkwardly. “We were waiting until the Aurors were gone-”
“I didn’t tell them anything,” Seamus interrupted. “I just said that I’d Apparated to the cabin with Harry ‘cause he’d been there before, while Hermione went to the Ministry.”
“That’s okay, Seamus,” Harry replied. “I mean, thanks, but it’s not why we’re here.”
Seamus frowned at his hands. “Why then?”
“Because we’re your friends!” Dean answered forcefully. “We want to help!”
“You can’t,” Seamus said quietly. He looked up at Harry. “Thanks for coming with me,” he whispered. “I don’t get why just the two of us were transported, but…even after what me mam said about you Fifth year, you still came to help. I’m g-glad you were there. If I’d been by myself I th-think…”
“I know,” Harry said. “Don’t- you’re welcome.”
“Seamus,” Neville said tentatively, “are you sure there’s nothing we can do for you? Just tell us what and we’ll do it.”
Seamus shook his head, dropping his eyes again. “No, there’s nothing. Me aunt’s coming down to help with f- funeral arrangements. Thanks.”
Dean and Neville glanced at Harry, who shrugged helplessly. “Okay, Seamus,” he said softly. “We’re around if we can do anything, though. You can contact any of us through Fred and George’s shop.”
Seamus just nodded silently. “Come see us, Seamus,” Dean said. “Well, we’ll be there at the funeral, but after that.”
Seamus snapped his head up. “No,” he said shortly. “I don’t want any of you there. Especially you, Harry!”
“What?” Dean shouted indignantly.
“Seamus, that’s not fair!” Neville said. “None of it was Harry’s fault-”
“Forget it, Neville,” Harry interrupted, looking at Seamus carefully. “Seamus, you’re worried that I might- draw attention, aren’t you?”
Seamus nodded miserably. “I don’t care about the newspapers or anything, but what if V-V- You-Know-Who decides to follow up? What if he wants you badly enough to use my parents’ funeral to get you?”
Harry swallowed. “I’m sorry Seamus. I’d thought of that, but I was willing to risk myself to pay my respects; it didn’t even occur to me how horrible it would be for you. It was really selfish.”
“Forget it,” Seamus said sharply. “Just don’t come, all right?”
Harry nodded sadly. “All right. Just…know that I would be there if I could, right?”
“Seamus, are you sure you won’t join up with us now?” Dean asked. “We’re trying to catch the people who did this! And we’re looking out for each other!”
“Like you looked out for Ron?” Seamus shouted. “That’s right, I heard! Ron’s in a bloody coma! Is that supposed to make me feel safe, that you’re looking out for each other?” He abruptly flipped over on his side, facing away from them, and pulled the sheets up over him. “Just piss off,” he said thickly. “You can play grownups all you want, but you’re like little kids playing with fire. And I don’t want to get caught in it when you all burn.”
FIN
Part Seven of the Harry's Seventh Year series: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544209716
Seamus looked up blearily. He didn’t say anything, but when his eyes dropped back to his hands without telling them to piss off, Harry, Dean and Neville took it as a cue to enter.
The Aurors had appeared around the Finnegan’s cabin a few minutes after Harry and Seamus had arrived; they’d found Seamus curled in a fetal position at the feet of his mother, howling brokenly; Harry was kneeling beside him, wand out and ready. They’d attempted to remove Seamus from the scene, but he’d fought so violently that Mad-Eye Moody, the head Auror on the scene, had been forced to give Seamus a Calming Draught, which meant they wouldn’t be able to question him for a while. Harry felt it was just as well, considering what they’d later found of Seamus’ father upstairs in the bedroom.
The Aurors insisted that Harry give his account of what happened. However, Mad-Eye took charge of the questioning, and after a few unspoken communications he asked only a few careful questions; it was clear to Harry that Mad-Eye knew, if nothing else, that there was more to the story than Harry was revealing. He didn’t press for further details beyond the incident, accepting Harry’s right to be there without question, for which Harry was grateful.
When Harry told Mad-Eye that he’d left friends behind who’d be worried about him, Mad-Eye gave Harry permission to Apparate away (but told Harry they might need to question him further). Harry had reappeared in the back room of Fred and George’s shop, and Ginny had almost killed him, she was so furious Harry had left them behind. But her anger quickly gave way to grief for Seamus when Harry related what had happened.
Seamus was being held in St. Mungo’s overnight for observation; the Imperious Curse was notorious for causing memory loss and lack of bodily control, and the Aurors were taking no chances. Harry, Dean and Neville stopped near Seamus’ bed. “Er…sorry we weren’t here sooner, mate,” Dean said awkwardly. “We were waiting until the Aurors were gone-”
“I didn’t tell them anything,” Seamus interrupted. “I just said that I’d Apparated to the cabin with Harry ‘cause he’d been there before, while Hermione went to the Ministry.”
“That’s okay, Seamus,” Harry replied. “I mean, thanks, but it’s not why we’re here.”
Seamus frowned at his hands. “Why then?”
“Because we’re your friends!” Dean answered forcefully. “We want to help!”
“You can’t,” Seamus said quietly. He looked up at Harry. “Thanks for coming with me,” he whispered. “I don’t get why just the two of us were transported, but…even after what me mam said about you Fifth year, you still came to help. I’m g-glad you were there. If I’d been by myself I th-think…”
“I know,” Harry said. “Don’t- you’re welcome.”
“Seamus,” Neville said tentatively, “are you sure there’s nothing we can do for you? Just tell us what and we’ll do it.”
Seamus shook his head, dropping his eyes again. “No, there’s nothing. Me aunt’s coming down to help with f- funeral arrangements. Thanks.”
Dean and Neville glanced at Harry, who shrugged helplessly. “Okay, Seamus,” he said softly. “We’re around if we can do anything, though. You can contact any of us through Fred and George’s shop.”
Seamus just nodded silently. “Come see us, Seamus,” Dean said. “Well, we’ll be there at the funeral, but after that.”
Seamus snapped his head up. “No,” he said shortly. “I don’t want any of you there. Especially you, Harry!”
“What?” Dean shouted indignantly.
“Seamus, that’s not fair!” Neville said. “None of it was Harry’s fault-”
“Forget it, Neville,” Harry interrupted, looking at Seamus carefully. “Seamus, you’re worried that I might- draw attention, aren’t you?”
Seamus nodded miserably. “I don’t care about the newspapers or anything, but what if V-V- You-Know-Who decides to follow up? What if he wants you badly enough to use my parents’ funeral to get you?”
Harry swallowed. “I’m sorry Seamus. I’d thought of that, but I was willing to risk myself to pay my respects; it didn’t even occur to me how horrible it would be for you. It was really selfish.”
“Forget it,” Seamus said sharply. “Just don’t come, all right?”
Harry nodded sadly. “All right. Just…know that I would be there if I could, right?”
“Seamus, are you sure you won’t join up with us now?” Dean asked. “We’re trying to catch the people who did this! And we’re looking out for each other!”
“Like you looked out for Ron?” Seamus shouted. “That’s right, I heard! Ron’s in a bloody coma! Is that supposed to make me feel safe, that you’re looking out for each other?” He abruptly flipped over on his side, facing away from them, and pulled the sheets up over him. “Just piss off,” he said thickly. “You can play grownups all you want, but you’re like little kids playing with fire. And I don’t want to get caught in it when you all burn.”
FIN
Part Seven of the Harry's Seventh Year series: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544209716