He Was Seamus Finnigan
By Chinesemoon
A/N: This is meant to be rather extreme and dramatic. Please be warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Harry Potter.
I will never be able to sleep knowing what happened to him. It was senseless, and it was useless. It was a waste of such a flawless person. He wasn't meant to go, he didn't ask to be brought into this war, and he certainly didn't ask to die.
It was so dark outside that night. I think none of us would ever forget that day he died. It was so calm before it started raining. I guess what they say, about there being a calm before a storm was true after all. It was also true in my own heart, that there was a calm after the storm too. There was a calm when I carried Seamus Finnigan's dead body back to Hogwarts.
Just like Cedric. Just like Cedric Diggory, I watched a good man go. He was gone, and dead. He took my place, it should have been me, dammit, and I know it! Guilt is a heavy object in someone's mind. My mind will weigh heavy for the rest of my life, for I carry the lifeless weight of two of my friends.
He was brave. I know it, hell, I think we all know it. Those who didn't know it then, certainly know it now. He fought for what he believed in, as so many who are faced with the evils of war do. He fought and he died. For us he did this, and Seamus isn't here today to tell the tail.
I am, however. I, Harry Potter, am here to tell you what happened.
I hate relating stories. I hate telling the person's loved ones how he died. I hate everything about it, and I wish sometimes that I wasn't the chosen one for this. But he deserves better than this, Seamus deserves better than this.
Voldemort rose to power in our fourth year at school. Now it's our seventh year. Seamus didn't even believe that the Dark Lord had returned to power at first. It took time for this awful fact to sink in. Time, is what Seamus Finnigan never seemed to have.
He came around at last, and he felt awful about it. I didn't blame him, we all felt bad about it. After the truth spilled out into open light for us all to speculate about, Seamus volunteered to take action. There weren't many people who would do that.
That's where this story takes us that fateful night. Death Eaters were flooding us from all sides, there was no escape from it. They just kept coming and coming. Attacking people, terrorizing people; wizard and muggle alike.
A group of us went out to the fields to fight him. Somehow, we got separated from the rest, Seamus and I. I told him not to rush forward into a crowd of Death Eaters, but he wouldn't listen to me. Seamus had always been an impulsive person. I know that, and I should have realized that.
In this situation, that could mean life and death. That's what happened. Oh, if I could play back time.
Seamus confided in my, how last fall, Death Eaters had killed his Father and his Uncle. He was full of rage. He wanted to hurt the people who hurt him. No one can relate to that better than I. So when I told Seamus to wait for my signal, I should have known he would attack those Death Eaters without thinking it through first.
He rushed forward and they hit him with a stunning spell. He got hit, but he dived out of the way so fast, it only slightly effected him. He staggered. Several dark hooded people surrounded him.
I shot spells every which way at them. They were distracted from Seamus for awhile. It was more important to them to kill the famous Harry Potter then worry about some other Wizard boy of less importance.
I stunned one Death Eater so badly, that he fell to the ground, out cold. Others didn't wait around. A few Disapparated, and some charged at me. I had so much to handle, I didn't see when Seamus stood up and attacked another Death Eater.
The Death Eater was hurt but not down. He staggered to Seamus and grabbed him by the throat. I pointed my wand at the Death Eater and the Death Eater pointed his wand at Seamus.
"Kill me and I kill the boy, Potter," The man said to me. I lowered my wand, seeing rage in Seamus's eyes.
The Death Eater pointed his wand at Seamus's neck. "Kill Potter, boy, or I'll kill you."
Seamus didn't move. The hooded man jabbed his wand into Seamus's neck. "Do it!" He hissed. Seamus never budged.
What happened next, I was totally unprepared for. Seamus brought his knee up to the Death Eater's shin, and kicked him. The man howled and Seamus grabbed for his wand.
A blinding flash of green light is what followed this scene. Seamus didn't even blink before he hit the ground. Awful terror and sickness is what washed over me. Again, it washed over me. Just like with Cedric.
The Death Eater Disapparated before I could raise my wand to him.
I walked slowly over to Seamus's body. This was somehow different than Cedric. He didn't look horrified like Cedric had. He didn't look scared or empty. He just looked... peaceful. As though, just before he died, he knew what would become of him and resigned to that fact. He looked almost happy. He'd left this world loved, and befriended by many.
That's why it was so hard for me to drag him home. I linked his arms around my neck. Some small part of me was broken and I cried for Seamus Finnigan.
When I got to Hogwarts, a startling silence filled the crowds that rushed to see me. People looked at me, looked at Seamus Finnigan's face, looked at me again, and cried. I didn't care what people in the crowd thought at that moment, for as I laid Seamus down on the flooring of the Entrance Hall, I leaned down over the friend and classmate I'd known for seven years, and I kissed his cheek.
He was a brave man. He was no longer a boy to me or anyone else. He was a man, a man who gave his life for me. A man who fought for the memory of his Father and Uncle. He was a great person.
More than that—
He was Seamus Finnigan.
TBC
A/N: This is meant to be rather extreme and dramatic. Please be warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Harry Potter.
I will never be able to sleep knowing what happened to him. It was senseless, and it was useless. It was a waste of such a flawless person. He wasn't meant to go, he didn't ask to be brought into this war, and he certainly didn't ask to die.
It was so dark outside that night. I think none of us would ever forget that day he died. It was so calm before it started raining. I guess what they say, about there being a calm before a storm was true after all. It was also true in my own heart, that there was a calm after the storm too. There was a calm when I carried Seamus Finnigan's dead body back to Hogwarts.
Just like Cedric. Just like Cedric Diggory, I watched a good man go. He was gone, and dead. He took my place, it should have been me, dammit, and I know it! Guilt is a heavy object in someone's mind. My mind will weigh heavy for the rest of my life, for I carry the lifeless weight of two of my friends.
He was brave. I know it, hell, I think we all know it. Those who didn't know it then, certainly know it now. He fought for what he believed in, as so many who are faced with the evils of war do. He fought and he died. For us he did this, and Seamus isn't here today to tell the tail.
I am, however. I, Harry Potter, am here to tell you what happened.
I hate relating stories. I hate telling the person's loved ones how he died. I hate everything about it, and I wish sometimes that I wasn't the chosen one for this. But he deserves better than this, Seamus deserves better than this.
Voldemort rose to power in our fourth year at school. Now it's our seventh year. Seamus didn't even believe that the Dark Lord had returned to power at first. It took time for this awful fact to sink in. Time, is what Seamus Finnigan never seemed to have.
He came around at last, and he felt awful about it. I didn't blame him, we all felt bad about it. After the truth spilled out into open light for us all to speculate about, Seamus volunteered to take action. There weren't many people who would do that.
That's where this story takes us that fateful night. Death Eaters were flooding us from all sides, there was no escape from it. They just kept coming and coming. Attacking people, terrorizing people; wizard and muggle alike.
A group of us went out to the fields to fight him. Somehow, we got separated from the rest, Seamus and I. I told him not to rush forward into a crowd of Death Eaters, but he wouldn't listen to me. Seamus had always been an impulsive person. I know that, and I should have realized that.
In this situation, that could mean life and death. That's what happened. Oh, if I could play back time.
Seamus confided in my, how last fall, Death Eaters had killed his Father and his Uncle. He was full of rage. He wanted to hurt the people who hurt him. No one can relate to that better than I. So when I told Seamus to wait for my signal, I should have known he would attack those Death Eaters without thinking it through first.
He rushed forward and they hit him with a stunning spell. He got hit, but he dived out of the way so fast, it only slightly effected him. He staggered. Several dark hooded people surrounded him.
I shot spells every which way at them. They were distracted from Seamus for awhile. It was more important to them to kill the famous Harry Potter then worry about some other Wizard boy of less importance.
I stunned one Death Eater so badly, that he fell to the ground, out cold. Others didn't wait around. A few Disapparated, and some charged at me. I had so much to handle, I didn't see when Seamus stood up and attacked another Death Eater.
The Death Eater was hurt but not down. He staggered to Seamus and grabbed him by the throat. I pointed my wand at the Death Eater and the Death Eater pointed his wand at Seamus.
"Kill me and I kill the boy, Potter," The man said to me. I lowered my wand, seeing rage in Seamus's eyes.
The Death Eater pointed his wand at Seamus's neck. "Kill Potter, boy, or I'll kill you."
Seamus didn't move. The hooded man jabbed his wand into Seamus's neck. "Do it!" He hissed. Seamus never budged.
What happened next, I was totally unprepared for. Seamus brought his knee up to the Death Eater's shin, and kicked him. The man howled and Seamus grabbed for his wand.
A blinding flash of green light is what followed this scene. Seamus didn't even blink before he hit the ground. Awful terror and sickness is what washed over me. Again, it washed over me. Just like with Cedric.
The Death Eater Disapparated before I could raise my wand to him.
I walked slowly over to Seamus's body. This was somehow different than Cedric. He didn't look horrified like Cedric had. He didn't look scared or empty. He just looked... peaceful. As though, just before he died, he knew what would become of him and resigned to that fact. He looked almost happy. He'd left this world loved, and befriended by many.
That's why it was so hard for me to drag him home. I linked his arms around my neck. Some small part of me was broken and I cried for Seamus Finnigan.
When I got to Hogwarts, a startling silence filled the crowds that rushed to see me. People looked at me, looked at Seamus Finnigan's face, looked at me again, and cried. I didn't care what people in the crowd thought at that moment, for as I laid Seamus down on the flooring of the Entrance Hall, I leaned down over the friend and classmate I'd known for seven years, and I kissed his cheek.
He was a brave man. He was no longer a boy to me or anyone else. He was a man, a man who gave his life for me. A man who fought for the memory of his Father and Uncle. He was a great person.
More than that—
He was Seamus Finnigan.
TBC