A/N: Hello! (please don't throw things at me) I know, I know. I'm already working on two stories, but this plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone!

There is barely any fanfiction about this pairing, and they were one of my first OTPs. Seamus and Lavender. I love them. This is going to be a 9 - 10 chaptered story, one for each year, and then an epilogue and prologue. I hope you enjoy and please please review so I can know that there are actually people who exist out there shipping these two.

This is just a little prologue introducing the two characters. Hope you enjoy!


Prologue


(Lavender Brown)

"You're gonna be lovely, Lavender." Your mother says, running the brush through your abnormally long rusty-blond hair. "Absolutely stunning."

Your eyes dart over to her reflection in the ornate vanity mirror. Fingers skate over the jewelry box in front of you, and you smell a familiar smell of flowers, daisies... maybe? The large windows on the right shine morning light in, leaving a light glare on the top of the mirror. A clock ticks softly in the background, and birds chirp in the trees outside. Along the walls are pictures of your mum and dad, standing in suits and beautiful ball gowns and dress robes, and then some alternatively vacation photos, in far away places. A few paintings your mum painted back when she was younger are mounted onto a regal-patterned wall. A feather bed sits in the middle, large and slightly rounded, with cream-colored sheets and delicate canopy overhead.

You cherish these details, it's rare that you get to be in her room. Usually Eloise, the house elf does your hair just as soon as you wake, tying it up in silky pink ribbons.

"Could I look like you mommy?" You ask, the voice of a hopeful nine year old. Mum is the most beautiful woman you've ever met, and you wish that you could look just like her, with her perfectly-curled sunshine blond hair and red lips, and her matching nightie sets. Pink, today, with a matching head wrap.

"I want to be pretty like you."

Her hands slow. Your eyes meet through the reflections of the mirror. "Maybe." She says quietly.

She leans over and sips her glass of liquid, a brownish-red, you don't know what it's called. She drinks it often now. It makes her eyes red and her balance off. You don't like it. You wish she would stop.

"There you go." She says, tying the ribbon on tightly. She pats your back lightly, saying, "Alright, let's see."

You jump up and turn around while staring into the mirror, like you've seen Mum do so many times. She gets up next to you, holding onto your shoulders.

"Beauty is everything, Lavender." She whispers in your ear. "That's the cold hard truth. Be beautiful, and you can get exactly what you want."

"Really?"

"Most of the time." She says, affording you a slight smile.

"Mommy! Let's go play!" You chant, tugging her arm. Maybe today, since she did your hair, that she'll come play too.

But she doesn't.

She lets go loosely, replying, "Maybe tomorrow honey. Run along."

You look at her for another minute, but she retires and climbs into her big, soft feathery bed with the cream-colored covers. As if exactly on cue, Eloise appears at the door, motioning for you to exit.

"Come on Lavender. Mistress Katherine wishes to sleep." Her little voice says. Reluctantly, you leave, catching one more glimpse of your mother's soft hand on the cold glass of brown next to her bed.


You spend your days in the gardens and meadowes, picking flowers, playing with Binky the rabbit, hiding and seeking with Eloise. There aren't many books around your house, and the closest neighbors are three miles away. So you entertain yourself, thinking up beautiful stories with beautiful princesses and beautiful castles. Everything shines and nothing ever grows old, everything tastes like cake and buildings stand tall, colorful with no cracks. Everyone dances and sings their days away, playing games and reading stories.

Everything is lovely.

And you want so much to be lovely.


(Seamus Finnigan)

"Valley's beautiful this time a' day." Maddy says as Fina skips ahead in front of you two. Your da sent older cousin Maddy and you into town to get some food from the market, and little cousin Fina tagged along. When you were four, their parents died and they came to live with you and your dad and mam.

You come up from the hill just in time to see the sun beginning it's descent behind the trees to the west.

"S'pose." You reply. Maddy shrugs and continues on the path, red hair shaking as she walked. Suddenly, Fina breaks into a run, giggling.

"Shay, hold this for a mo', will ya?" Maddy asks hurriedly, placing a woven basket of bread to you and tearing after Fina. "Cheers!"

You struggle a little under the weight of the basket, but you don't mind. You hurry after the two girls, though, because you're still not 100% sure of the way home. Belfast is about a mile away, and you've never traveled on your own. But you're brave, you think, puffing out your chest. You fantasize having to slay a dragon on your way home, to save a damsel in distress.

You come out of your thoughts to hear Maddy scream and you drop the basket. On the path ahead, there's a gang of boys from the school, all in Maddy's grade. They look angry and vengeful. You don't like these boys.

An older boy holds Maddy's arm tightly, digging his fingers into her skin. Fina looks around, frightened, and yells, "Seamus help!"

You run quickly over just in time for you to hear the older boy say, "Maybe you'll think twice before ratting us out next time."

They shove Maddy off and she's falls on the ground, scooting away quickly and grabbing Fina's hand.

"Shove off." You say steadily. The older boy, the leader of their little pack turns his head slowly and stares at you like you're a piece of meat. He's bigger than you thought, up close, but you quickly banish that thought from your head. The other boys standing behind him start to laugh, but stop when he holds up his hand.

"An' I s'pose a lil' shit like you is gonna make me?" He drawls, stepping closer to you challengingly.

You stand your ground. "If tha's what it takes."

In the end, you get the crap beaten out of you. You put up a valiant fight, punching with your little fists and yelling with your still-unchanged voice. You want, no, you need to stay, to protect little Fina and Maddy. They drop you in the dirt when they get bored, and pedal off on their bikes down the road. Maddy tears you away, and the three of you run home just as night is falling, basket forgotten.

"Seamus, ya really di'nt have ta' do tha'." Maddy pants as you near your house.

"'Course I did." You say, feeling the bruise that is blooming on your cheek.


You get sent to the Principal's office a little too often than you should at your muggle school. You get into fights, wind up punching another boy, a bigger boy, for that matter. You've got a quick temper, and the other students in your class seem to always be making fun of you and your strange mother. Maybe it's reckless and maybe without teasing you're still the careless boy you always were, but you decide to fight and stick with it. To be brave.

You're not particularly big or skilled, but you fight.

Because you want so much to be strong.


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