A/N:
Thanks so much to my Prefect Elaine, my housemate Gen, my buddy Cass and my HoH 2D for beta reading!!
Done for Round 1, The Houses Competition Year 4
Finding Seamus
There was so much smoke and magic in the air that Dean could barely see two feet in front of him. All around him, traces of the unfinished battle still lingered - collapsed columns sprawled across corridors, fragments of brick scattered everywhere, broken Snargaluff pods lying in pools of green goo.
He allowed himself one moment to be grateful for all the practice Peeves' antics had given him earlier, before racing down the stairwell, skipping the trick steps out of sheer habit, head whipping from side to side as he looked for a mop of sandy locks.
"I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste." Voldemort's voice echoed through the school, slithering through the air, coiling itself in his ears. "Lord Voldemort is merciful-"
"Oh, shut up," Dean snarled at the empty air, barely avoiding tripping on a few loose roof shingles that had probably slipped off one of the towers or something, he didn't care. Where the hell was that Seamus Finnigan? He was going to kill him. If he wasn't already-
Ugh, Dean, don't get ahead of yourself, he scolded himself before continuing.
The stairs blurred into a corkscrewing spiral as he flew down the steps, Voldemort's voice still ringing in his ears.
"This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall punish every last man, woman and child who has tried to conceal you from me."
His sneakers slapped against the floor, reverberating hollowly in the rubble-strewn halls.
"One hour."
He rounded the corner and nearly slipped on the dust-slicked tiles.
"Seamus!"
His best friend raised his head a fraction, the skin still a patchwork of bruises and blood. "...Dean?"
Dean scurried over and knelt carefully amid the debris. "Why must you always get yourself into such trouble?" he demanded, the chunks of wall flying off Seamus's legs as he flicked his wand repeatedly. "Why can't you just be careful? Can't you give me just one day of not having to worry about what's going to happen to your bloody accident-prone arse, huh?"
Seamus winced as Dean readied his wand at his broken leg. "Good to see you too," he chuckled, then gritted his teeth as Dean incanted. The bones righted themselves, knitting back together.
"Well, I'm no Madam Pomfrey, but it'll hold." Dean sat back on the ground, running a grimy sleeve over his face, mopping at the sweat. "Merlin, one of these days I'll have to kill you before you get yourself cursed to death or something."
"If you say that one more time then I might actually die," Seamus fired back, snatching his wand off the ground as he stood, bracing a hand against the corridor wall. Almost immediately he slipped on a loose tile and plummeted back down.
Despite it all, Dean burst into laughter. He bent over, crouching, shoulders trembling with hoarse giggles.
Seamus's mouth twisted indignantly. "Shut up and help me, Thomas," he snapped.
Dean wiped tears from his eyes. "Fine, fine." He crossed over and grabbed Seamus's arm, hauling him to his feet.
"Thanks, mate." Seamus spat a wad of blood (and what Dean sincerely hoped wasn't a tooth) out of his mouth, then barked a harsh laugh. "Heard that git talking just now over his magic radio. 'Lord Voldemort is merciful...'" he imitated. "Yeah, right." Scoffing, they staggered in the direction of the Great Hall, Seamus stumbling a little on his bad leg.
As they approached the Great Hall, Dean glanced at his best friend. "Try not to need any kind of healing for a bit, yeah?"
Seamus snorted and went inside.
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House: Ravenclaw
Year: 3
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Speech] "If you say that one more time then I might actually die,"
Word Count: 607