A/N: I fully intend this story to be Seamus x Harry, any other ships will be minor but I'll try not to forget any that I do add in. Remus is not dead in this story. Future me has come back to remind you that my writing style is still developing. It gets better in the later chapters.
Update: I never thought to explain how Seamus knew Vulnera Sanentur. Snape invented the spell but in this universe, he also taught it to Pomfrey because Snape may be a bad person in my book, but he's not blatantly heartless to everyone.
Disclaimer: Just checked, I don't seem to be J.K.R, nor do I own Harry Potter. I'm just playing with her toys.
The Great Hall was sullen, covered in rubble. Dust was in the air and many students were dead. Nobody seemed to be moving, all terrified by what had just happened. Seamus stared through the broken doors, at the scene that had just unfolded. Neville. Fuck, Seamus couldn't believe it. Ron and Hermione were cuddled together, weeping. Neville killed the snake. Seamus doubted anyone could believe it. A groan resounded through the air, over and over, and Seamus lifted his head from the scene to see Harry and Voldemort. Harry caught what Seamus recognized as the elder wand, Dumbledore's wand.
Seconds later, Voldemort began to fall, and crumple. His skin began to flake off of his body and float into the sky. Everything was silent. Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, was now The-Man-Who-Saved-Us-All. Seamus screamed in delight and ran out of the hall to Harry.
"You did it! Harry you did it! You killed the Bastard!" Seamus screamed in Gaelic. Harry didn't look up. He fell to his knees. Something was wrong. Seamus grabbed Harry's shoulder before he fell unconscious. Seamus dropped his wand and fell onto it. His knee snapped it in half. Seamus tore off Harry's shirt to see a gash on his chest. Well, not a gash, it resembled more of the impact an meteor would have on the earth. Seamus grabbed his wand and raised it to his chest before noticing it dangling limply, held together only by a Leprechaun Hair. He looked around frantically, and noticed the Elder wand on the ground. He grabbed it and began tracing the wound.
"Vulnera Sanentur..." The Irishman began tracing the outer circle of the impact mark on Harry's chest.
"Vulnera Sanentur..." He traced in circles, nearing the center of the wound.
"Vulnera Sanentur..." He poked the wand into the middle of the wound, and towards Harry's barely beating heart. The wand, being allied with Harry, obeyed the spell with full power and the flesh began to Knit back together. Intertwining tendrils forming a barrier over the wound. Seamus dropped the wand and hugged Harry. He felt his Heart beating strongly against Harry's heart. Slowly, his heart beat began to slow down and Harry's began to pick up. As soon as their hearts were beating perfectly in sync, the world began to grow darker. Seamus fainted there, cradling Harry in his arms still.
Harry Awakened in the middle of the newly reconstructed hospital wing. Groaning, he sits up.
"No, no, oh dear. Lay back down this instant!" Madam Pomfrey was rushing towards him. "You are not to get up under any circumstances. Lay back down right now!"
"But I, But Voldemort, gotta fight, gotta go hel-" Harry drunkenly said, trying to get himself up.
"No dear, he's dead, we won. Lay down." Pomfrey soothed, pouring dreamless sleep into his mouth.
The world faded into darkness yet again, but Harry muttered one more word before passing out.
"Seamus..."
Harry awoke once more, this time sobered and was able to sit up without grunting. The Hospital wing was empty. The sun was filtering through the windows, golden light splaying against every surface and filtering through the curtain around Harry's bed. He felt odd, different, hollow. He stood up out of bed and got dressed in his Muggle clothing nearby. He stumbled out of the Hospital wing, making his way to great hall. When he arrived it seemed to be the only part of the school not repaired. He grabbed the elder wand, the only wand he had that was not broken during the battle, and Scowled at it. He waved it at the empty hall in a sort of upside down triangle movement.
"Reparo Maxima." Harry watched the great hall rapidly fly and stitch itself back together, the only magic not weaving back into the room is the ceilings view of the sky. Harry sighed and leaned into the wall.
"I'm obviously not ready to do magic again. That was exhausting." He put the wand up his jacket sleeve and attempted to catch his breath. After a moment he realized the hollow feeling in his chest was beginning to lessen. Harry sat against the wall and enjoyed the warmth filling his chest. Harry listened carefully. He heard footsteps running into the great hall.
"Harry! Why did you leave the hospi-" Seamus' voice didn't carry on talking after that when he saw the repaired Hall.
"How did you..." Seamus began.
"Elder wand." Harry said, resonating in the warmth in his chest.
Seamus looked at Harry, eyes widened.
"Blimey Harry, that must've taken a lot out of ya." The Irishman's brogue deepened as he walked closer to Harry.
"Can I hold the wand?" Seamus asked, Harry flinched at hearing this. He was nervous of anyone who knew he had the wand, but he trusted Seamus. He, reluctantly, handed the wand to him. Seamus took the wand with great care and sat down next to Harry, and pulled a snapped wand out of his pocket.
"Is that your...?" Harry began, but Seamus cut him off. He pointed the elder wand at his wand and firmly incanted a spell.
"Reparo" Harry watched in wonder as the hair holding it together straightened out, the wood began to weld itself where it splintered, and it weaved itself back together.
"Here ya are, Harry." Seamus held the wand out to Harry, who took it back. Seamus picked up his familiar wand and sighed as the magic began to flow through him, itching to be released.
Seamus stood up and pulled Harry to his feet.
"Harry, I've been tending your wounds. Pomfrey's been busy. You're awake now, trust me to continue, yeah?" Seamus asked Harry, suddenly very serious.
"Yeah. Go on." Harry replied, no sooner Seamus began muttering and casting diagnostic spells.
"Don't light me on fire now, Seamus." Harry prodded at Seamus and his tendency, but also genuinely concerned.
"Shut up you wanker." Seamus grumbled in between spells, but said in a joking tone. Harry laughed.
"You managed to fracture your ribs when you sat in the ground." Seamus stated, his voice laced with worry. He pointed his wand at his ribs.
"Episkey." Harry's ribs snapped back into alignment, eliciting a pained groan.
"You've been through worse. Sorry. Don't bite your tongue at this next one." Seamus said, and then waved his wand again towards his ribs.
"Ferula." Harry felt his bones stitch themselves back together, almost as if they were being burned back together by a flame. He bit his lip and drew blood. Seamus noticed and sighed, and pointed his wand at Harry's face.
"Tergeo. Episkey." Seamus cleaned the blood and knitted his split lip back together.
"I'm done now, Harry. Please be more careful." Seamus said, embracing Harry in a hug. It was comfortable, warming, exhilarating. It was also extremely awkward.
"Seamus where is everyone?" Harry asked, pushing out of the hug.
"They all went home for the summer. I'm living here to study under Madam Pomfrey." The Irishman stated, putting his wand back in its wand holster, which was cuffed to his forearm.
"The summer? I've been asleep for 2 weeks?" Harry nearly shouted these questions at Seamus, who winced.
"Aye" Seamus said, biting his lip before speaking again. "We need to go to McGonagall."
Before Harry had a chance to argue, Seamus walked out of the hall and towards the Headmaster office. Harry had no other option than to really follow.
They arrived at the door after a short walk, roughly only two minutes, and Seamus spoke the password.
"Meow"
The Gargoyle grinned, and jumped to the side. They both got in the staircase and up to the door.
"Meow?" Harry asked, laughing. "Really? That's the password now?"
Seamus' ears reddened, "She is a cat animagus," he muttered.
Harry was about to poke more fun, but they reached an open door.
"Professor McGonagall," Seamus began, "Harry's awake."
The elderly woman dropped her cup, rose from her desk, and walked over to them.
"Potter, good morning. Let's get you caught up on recent matters."
"Professor its nearly 3 in the afternoon, whaddya mean good mornin' now?" Seamus joked, his Irish accent thickening.
"Finnigan, this may concern you too. I have an Aura reader who wishes to see you. He witnessed you healing Mr. Potter during the battle. He needed to speak to both of you." McGonagall said, tensely but strangely relaxed. "I'll go call him"
She returned a second later from the Floo with Blaise Zabini.
"Finnigan, Potter." He nodded curtly.
"Zabini." Harry scowled, not bothering to nod. Seamus didn't even say his name.
"I'll get straight to the news." He said, looking backs and forth at them. "It appears you two have bonded."
"Aye, we're mates, shared a dorm for seven years. That'll do it." Seamus interjected.
"No, not a friendship bond. Your auras are reaching towards each other. You're connected. I believe you've entered a Soul Bond." Zabini's voice grew rather serious throughout the statement. Seamus gasped.
Harry looked over at Seamus to ask what a soul bond was. Seamus' face blanched. His eyes wide.
"Ya mean, like Guinevere and Lancelot in the stories?" Seamus' voice was barely a whisper. Blaise responded like so.
"Yes."
Harry and Seamus' eyes met, confused.
"I'll be getting back home now. I'll see you when term starts Headmaster." Blaise left.
Harry and Seamus were back in the common room. They were the only 2 students left at Hogwarts, along with some professors.
"Aye, Harry, time to get you caught up on what the new ministry has put into place." The Irishman took a deep breath. "All students are required to retake the entire year last year and if ya were involved in the battle, counseling with Healer Smythe. He's a nice enough bloke. He's already helped me out. The ministry has also moved for an additional 2 years at Hogwarts. 8th years and 9th years. People who've already graduated can go pick up qualifications to learn the new subjects at home, but we have to stay to do them here. There are only 2 new subjects though and only one is mandatory. Everything else is taken to a higher level and we have to sit a new tests called W.O. but I've no clue what they teach you to take them. I have no idea what the new classes even are." Seamus finished his long winded but short explanation.
"What's a Soul Bond, Seamus?" Harry had been waiting to ask this question.
"Aye, saw that coming. Its a bond between our souls Harry, we can't ever get rid of it. We've been marked by each other at a moment that we both needed it, and our souls became one. Like, imagine we both had a bottle of fire whiskey. Let's say my bottle was full but yours was almost empty and you couldn't get a refill until the tap, or your energy, was regained. Now imagine a straw leading from my cup, to your cup, sharing mine. That's kind of like what it is. Our bodies are the cups, but our souls are the fire whiskey." Seamus attempted to elaborate.
"We're destined to be friends forever" Seamus added, and thought 'at least' as he gulped. Seamus had always been attracted to Harry, and now he couldn't hide it and avoid Harry.
"So basically you could say we're soul mates" Harry grinned at his play on words. And then was hit by a book.
"Read that. It explains soul bonds better. I'm goin' to sleep. Night 'Arry." Seamus said, lapsing back into his deeper Irish brogue.
"Night Seamus" Harry said as he opened the book. He read until he dosed off.
Hope you enjoyed my first chapter. This is my first fan fiction so it isn't the best but I think it'll get better as I write on. Thanks for reading. The very beginning is meant to be like Seamus' thoughts. Disconnect and confusing, they were in the middle of a battle after all.