Thanks for deciding to give this fic a shot! It's told from Dean's POV, and I'm thinking it will be either 2 or 3 chapters, unless you want me to continue past that.
I don't own Harry Potter. Nor do I own the characters mentioned. They belong to our queen, J.K. Rowling.
Seamus and I had been fighting side by side for at least an hour, neither of us wanting to leave the other's side. I looked into his eyes from across the hall, and could practically see the adrenaline in them. It was one of those few rare moments in the battle where we weren't being attacked head on by Death Eaters. But that moment only lasted three seconds at best.
More came, two of them, one sending a curse at me and the other cursing Seamus. I automatically deflected, the curse missing me by no more than an inch. I kept on fighting and saw from the corner of my eye Seamus struggling with the Death Eater he was facing. It didn't look like he would make it. What would happen if he didn't make it?
Suddenly, someone's spell, I couldn't tell whose, hit the ceiling. Rocks started to fall, very fastly so. Seamus, me, and both Death Eaters stared dumbstruck at the ceiling, our fights temporarily forgotten. After only a few seconds, enough had fallen that I couldn't even see Seamus anymore. Frightened, I turned back to my Death Eater, but the masked man had fled.
"SHAY!" I screamed, desperate for some response signaling that my best friend was alive. But no response came. I hoped beyond hope that the bricks and rocks had fallen so much so much that he simply couldn't hear my shouts through the rubble. I couldn't convince myself, I was too worried. But I knew I had to keep fighting. So I did.
For the entire rest of the battle I tried to keep my head straight and focused on what I was doing and who I was fighting, but I couldn't do it. Thoughts of Seamus kept entering my mind, terrible thoughts. Images of his body, mangled, bloody, and oh so very dead tainted the things I was actually seeing. It was so terrifying, being faced two on one by Death Eaters while images of a dead Seamus kept popping up wherever I looked.
But then, as suddenly as the battle had started, it was over. After all the injuries, the deaths, and the blood it was all done. For a second, I felt relieved, but then I thought of Seamus, and the sweet relief disappeared. He was as good as dead. If the rocks falling from the ceiling didn't crush him to death, surely something else killed him. Shay had never been good at defensive spells; anyone with eyes could see that. The boy didn't stand a chance against the Death Eaters in the castle.
I tried to think about the possibility of him being alive, but my mind was too full of the dark, depressing thought that he was dead. I limped into the Great Hall, looking frantically for Seamus, desperately needing to know whether he was alive or not.
"Dean. Dean! DEAN!" I turned at the sound of my name and saw Neville running towards me. "Hey, can you believe th —"
"Have you seen Seamus?" I asked, cutting him off in desperation.
"Uh n-no," he stuttered, "I haven't. But don't worry, Dean! I'm sure he's fine."
Neville was trying to sound reassuring, but it did nothing to help.
"Listen, Neville. I need to find him; I need to find him fast. So if you see him, tell him to look for me, kay?"
"Yeah, of course," he replied.
I ran past Neville and across the Great Hall, looking hard for the only person I wanted to see. I tried screaming his name, but I knew it was no use. The Hall was so loud and buzzing with people that there was no way he'd ever be able to hear me. If he was even alive, that is. No, push those thoughts away. It's not helping anything.
At this point I had made it all the way around the Hall, and still no sign of him. He was buried in that rubble, or dead by a Death Eater's hand. There was no other explanation I could think of. I slid down the wall and sat against with my knees pulled up to my chest. That's when I began to break down, my heart being ripped into millions of tiny pieces for that crazy Irishman I knew so well.
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