Seamus Finnigan had been wounded in the final battle, at least...emotionally wounded. He lost his best friend Dean Thomas to a Deatheater and had no idea if he was alive, Seamus couldn't think about one person as he saw all the people who needed his help. Seamus crossed pass the beds in the grand hall, many of the students just had cuts and brusies; some were bleeding, and couldn't stop. Seamus finally took notice of one student, one special student, Harry Potter. He was bleeding an awful lot and hadn't been bandaged! Seamus thought quickly and dressed the wound with a clean dishrag, the bandages were somewhere else; obviously being used for someone less needed.
'Harry, didn't Snape see to this?' Seamus asked quietly
'No, he..He was tending to Neville.' Harry stifled
'No person in their mind would take a shot at you, expect me own dad...Being a muggle and all...Do you remember who did this?' Seamus asked after a distractive beat
'Pettigrew, or maybe Crab...I was sort of having one of my spells. It just got worse...It's never been this bad. It felt like someone had took a bullet to my head' Harry explained the pain to Seamus, who was busy addressing the injury
'You're a giddy, Potter. A right down giddy' Seamus said with a smile
'What's a giddy?' Harry didn't understand Seamus' use of Irish sayings
'It means well-used, or very brave...Haven't been to Ireland since I was three' Seamus said with a sincere smirk
'How?' Harry asked after awhile
'How what?' Seamus asked as he finished cleaning the wound
'How do you love a family who you barely see?' Harry asked sincerely in between his painful winces
'Because they love me...Love is genuine, Potter. That's all it is' Seamus said with a smile, not on his face but in his eyes
'How bad is it?' Harry said while not looking down at the wound
'I got the bleeding to stop...Dressed the wound meself. You should be able to at least rest for the night...I'll tell McGonall.' Seamus was about to get up, Harry grabbed him by the arm.
'If you wouldn't mind...and I know I'm going to come off as an ass. But...Coud you stay with me?' Harry asked nervously
'Tomorrow night in the dorms, but McGonall really needs to see to the wound' Seamus said persistently, suddenly a grip came to his sleeve..a grip that Seamus had never seen amongst the ill-fated.
'That isn't just a wound, is it? It's been there longer, hasn't it?' Seamus asked firmly
'Only five days...I dressed it myself' Harry said weakly, Seamus immetdiately took action when he saw just how feverish Harry really was.
'Harry, why didn't you tell anyone?' Seamus asked in a firm tone
'I thought it was a scratch' Harry said weakly
Seamus shook his head worringly and turned his head to the left, his hand still over the infected wound.
'CAN I GET SOME HELP PLEASE?' Seamus demmanded, Professor Minerva McGonall was there in an insant.
'Potter, how did you manage to hide this from us?' McGonall asked, she could already tell that the wound was infected and hadn't been treated till today.
'I used my Time-Turner, that way I didn't have to go to the classes until I said. I was so exhausted' Harry explained
'Mr.Finnigan, I'm afraid your medical services are needed elsewhere...We found Mr.Thomas, unharmed but scratched up. He's probably asking for you' McGonall explained
Seamus couldn't believe it, his best friend was alive and alert; but then he looked at Harry, another close friend...Bleeding and weak. How can you chose a friend over the other? Seamus turned and saw Hermione Granger was tending to Dean, he smiled gratefully.
'McGonall, I want to stay with Potter!' Seamus stated in a determined voice, Harry offered up a smile.
Seamus smiled comfortingly and kneeled next to Harry, both of their smiles were short-lived when McGonall began casting spells on the wound in order to heal it. Seamus saw Harry digging his fingers into the warm blanket, he unhinged his grip he had on the blanket and placed his hand in his. Holding his hand in a firm grip, Seamus took notice that his thumb was beginning to turn an awful shade of purple, he ignored his circulation and put a comforting hand on Harry's forehead. His hand suddenly fell limp and dropped to his side, Seamus rubbed Harry's arm; assuring that he was still by his side.
'What did you do?' Seamus snapped, finally remembering McGonall was still a professor and his teacher.
'It's a Nevera spell, one that Professor Dumbelorde taught me last month...I numbed his whole body, that way I can at least see what happened' McGonall explained
Seamus wiped the sweat off Harry's brow with his hand and pulled the covers over his body, gripping his shoulder gently.
'How long will he be like this?' Seamus asked out of concern.
'Three hours...you might want to be with him when the spell is broken. It's going to be a triful time for Mr.Potter, and let's not hope...a fatal time.' McGonall said as she rose to her feet and went to tend to the other students.