His Little Leprechaun
Chapter 1:
Now, after the war that almost annihilated the wizarding and muggle worlds alike, Dean found himself trying to heal from the wounds. The battle had been horrible, he had to watch friends he would cross daily in the Hogwarts corridors die before his eyes and that wasn't something easy to forget.The one good thing he was glad hadn't happened was him losing Seamus, if that had happened he was positive his soul would have shattered. Dean Thomas was now past his Hogwarts days but he was often paying visits to Seamus Finnigan, his closest friend since he had started Hogwarts.
Having terminated his school days, he found himself disorientated, unsure where to drift next. He had a strong urge to pursue a writing career but he felt there was a missing source of inspiration in his life but he could quite not put his fingers upon what that was.
Now on a lovely Christmas eve, the young wizard found himself seated in his apartment loft, staring aimlessly down at the burning rubble of dried twigs he had charmed to float ablaze over a silver tray. His mind was fuzzy, his thoughts blank yet there was still that little dot he still couldn't quite grasp. He was suddenly brought out of those dizzy day dreams of him when he heard a firm knock on the door.
A frown crossed his forehead as he sat up and made his way towards the door, unsure as to why someone would be at his house merely an hour before midnight. Clothed in just a loose fitting jumper and some shorts, the lad rubbed his eyes quick before opening the door. His expression suddenly changed from a dull one to a surprised one as he looked at whoever stood in front of him. "Seamus? W-what the hell are you doing here at such an hour?" he exclaimed in joyous shock as he looked down at the Irishman.