Welcome to my little love child. A few days ago I knew nothing about Deamus, didn't even know Dean was black. 2 days and one all-nighter later, and I have a 10 chapter story. Go figure. I will be posting a chapter a day until I run out of prewritten chapters and then, well we will see. I took a lot of liberties here, but its my story, so go f*** yourself. Also, I know that they(Dean especially) might seem too mature for their age, but I'm long past 11, and hardly remember those days anymore. Also, all Irish is translated on Google. If you have a better translation or if you have advice on writing Seamus' accent, please notify me. All errors about the Irish culture are due to ignorance. I've never met an Irish person, so I'm flying on the seat of my pants. Help a sister out!
Lastly, Dean and Seamus are two little boys. they love each other and will date and eventually have gay sex. I repeat THEY ARE GAY! if that bothers you, f*** off. Homophobic comments will go into my bonfire with my mothers anti-gay banners. I am not making you read this, go else where. If I get repeat offenders in later chapters, you obviously have latent homosexual urges to continue reading when it bothers you so much
That is all, I have no profit in this story, save my own amusement. If I was J.K, I'd have killed off Ron and Harry would be with a Slytherine and Sirius would have been Remus' mate and they would have lived along with Fred and all the gays would have had a giant LGBT party, the end.
Dean looked around in fearful wonder. He could feel his stomach twist in knots and tried valiantly not to heave his breakfast. "Mum, I don't want to go." He whined, clutching his mom's skirt. Already he came to her shoulder, being almost 5 feet despite only being 11.
His mother tutted and said "What's wrong, Dean? I thought you wanted to go to Hogwarts? It's all you talked about for weeks!"
"I'm scared." He said softly
Dean's Mom stopped and looked at him carefully. "Why are you scared, buttercup?" she said softly.
Dean twisted the hem of his shirt nervously. "What- what if they don't like me? What if I'm no good? What if they're mean to me?"
She sighed and led Dean over to a bench and sat down, pulling her son onto her lap. "Honey, I admit, I've only met one wizard in my life."
"Daddy." Dean supplied.
"Yes, you're Daddy. He was the kindest sweetest gentlest man I knew, wizard or not. I'm not saying all wizards are like him, because I'm sure there are mean wizards just like there are mean Muggles. But they can't all be bad, right? Look at him, and you. Lucky me, I know the two best wizards in the world, right?" She looked at him, then murmured, "You look so much like him. I wish he could see you now."
Dean looked up and saw tears in her eyes. He had never known his father; he had died when he was little. It was called spiching or something. Daddy had done a spell wrong and had died. Dean had only been 3. But there were lots of photos of David Thomas and Dean knew he looked exactly like him. Talking and thinking of his Daddy had reminded him why he wanted to be a wizard in the first place- to grow up to be like his Daddy and make him proud. He'd be the best wizard ever! Dean snuggled into his mother's embrace again before pulling back and saying in his most serious voice "I'm ready Mum."
"I know, buttercup. I know. Let's go."
They reached the barrier and Mom sighed. She was a Muggle, so she could go no further. Kneeling down, she hugged Dean and whispered fiercely. "Be careful. Promise me. Promise me you won't be reckless. Don't try a spell until you're sure you know it. Magic is-"
"Dangerous." Dean finished. He had heard it before. Magic had killed his father and it could kill him too, if he wasn't careful. "Alright Mom. I'll be careful. I promise. Now if I don't go, I'll be late."
The tears in her eyes fell and she hugged him harder. "O-ok. Go on. Write me! Tell me all about it!"
"I will, Mum. See you for Christmas."
He grabbed his trunk and walked through the barrier.
"Mamai! Tá sé in am! Déan deifir! Déan deifir! Déan deifir!" (Mama, It's time! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!) Seamus pulled on his mother's arm, babbling about school in a long string of Gaelic.
The woman chuckled, picking Seamus up and hugging him to her chest. 'Mall síos, leipreachán beag. Tá neart ama againn.' ('Slow down, little Leprechaun. We have plenty of time.') She murmured in their native tongue.
Seamus squirmed in her arms, embarrassment clouding his face "Mamai, chuir mé síos! Nach bhfuil mé leanbh!" (Mama, put me down! I am not a baby!) He protested angrily. He knew he was small; he was only 4'2". Seanathair said he was part leprechaun and that it was a great honor, but he hated his height. It was annoying. People thought he was 6, but he was 11 and a half!
"Tá a fhios agam, ach beidh tú a bheith i gcónaí ar mo pháiste. Anois, cad iad na rialacha?" (I know, but you will always be my child. Now, what are the rules?)
"Bí go maith, ná lig daoine Pioc ar dom agus nach mí-úsáid mo ádh mór." (Be good, do not let people pick on me and do not abuse my luck) Seamus had always had extraordinarily good luck. Not everything went his way, but most of the time, things just fell into place. As a child, he had tried to test the boundaries of his luck, see what he could get away with and what he couldn't. But his family had put a stop to it quickly. Even his luck could not help him if his Seanathair thought he was deliberately being naughty. He had had many a sore butt because of it.
Is é sin ceart, nach, dar wont liom teacht ar Hogwarts agus a thabhairt duit spanking i os comhair gach do chairde má thugann tú dom ar chúis a.( That is right, do not think I won't come to Hogwarts and give you a spanking in front of all your friends if you give me reason to.)
Seamus whimpered and shook his head. "'Níl gá. Beidh mé a bheith go maith, geallaim. Anois, Mama, is féidir liom le do thoil dul? Beidh mé a bheith déanach más rud é nach bhfuil mé ag dul anois!" ('No need. I will be good, I promise. Now, Mama, can I please go! I will be late if I don't go now!')
Seamus' Mamai set him down. "Ceart go leor, dul ar aghaidh. Beidh mé chailleann tú leipreachán beag. Beidh mé a fheiceann tú ar an Nollaig" (Alright, go ahead. I will miss you little leprechaun. I will see you at Christmas.)
A shared kiss and a pat on the head and Seamus was released. He raced through the barrier, running in between legs to get to the train. Excitement flooded through him and he thought gleefully of going to his mother's Hogwarts! He'd learn magic and-"
BAM!"
