Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (very very very very very very sadly), or Padma, or Parvati, or Seamus, or Macnair (very very very very very very gladly), or the Great Hall, or the grass, or the trees, or the bees, or the wall (did you think it was gonna rhyme), or anything else of any regard whatsoever.
So another story! I think I might be back! I hope so! This is a Padma/Seamus story, which might prompt you to wonder why the hell anybody would write a Padma/Seamus story? Well, they're cute together, and while they're probably not much thought of, somebody could think of them, right?
Anyway, here's the story!
Padma heard the clattering around her, heard the shouting and the curses and the screams, the distant voice, yelling. Was it at her? She couldn't tell, it was too faint. Everything was too faint. It was all humming, just humming. Like the bees in the garden back home. Parvati had got stung by one when they were six. Was she there? It smelled like it, too. The grass, the trees, too.
Something was grabbing her. Probably Parvati, telling her she'd opened one of the flowers. Mum had been so excited.
No, there was a louder humming now. She was thrown against something hard. What was it? She couldn't see, couldn't hear the humming anymore.
"What is it?" she nearly screamed, kicking out. "What? What-what-what?"
"Padma! Wake up!" the voice was distant, but not a hum.
She didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to wake up. It was scary, there was more yelling and screaming now. "No!" she screamed at whoever it was. They would go away. They would.
But she felt herself being picked up. "No! No!" she screamed, kicking out hard. "Let go!"
The person was saying something, but it was humming again. She leaned back against something rough, and everything was gone.
She was comfortable. Somebody had covered her with a blanket and given her a pillow.
Padma sat up. Where was she? She had been fighting! She threw the blanket off and grabbed her wand from beside her. She was about to run when somebody put their hand on her arm.
"Padma, wait," Seamus said, making her whirl around. "We're in a quiet period. We're taking care of things. You-Know-Who is waiting for Harry in the forest."
Padma stopped. "He's not going though, is he? What are we going to do? We have to fight! What if Harry goes? Where is he? What's happened, Seamus?"
Seamus looked sad and tense, but he smiled a little. "Harry is okay, Padma. Don't worry. It's okay. You're okay. You weren't-before. You got hit by Macnair."
She smiled back, even though she was shaking from fear. "I'm okay, Seamus. But where is Harry? We have to get him, Seamus!"
Seamus shook his head. "He's looking for the thing he needs. He's not going to You-Know-Who. He's smart, Padma."
Padma felt tears coming. "Of course he is. But he's so noble and he might do something stupid, Seamus."
Seamus slid his arm around Padma. "Don't worry, Padma. Everybody is scared. But we trust each other, and Harry isn't dead. He's fine."
Padma had to smile, she didn't know what else to do. "I guess you're right," she said weakly. "And I'm fine, too."
Seamus smiled and wrapped his arms around Padma. As she burst into tears, she held on tight.
Maybe everything was going to be okay. She could trust that. And she could trust Seamus.
Did you like it? I hope so! Yes, that again. I think I'm at a point of no return. I won't ever write a story without that... It's too routine. And it means something. I don't know what.
Okay, I'm not crazy. I'm just kidding. But that is routine, and I probably will never write a story without that. Otherwise, it would just be missing something, you know?
Linley