Dean Thomas sat down on the steps leading up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He felt broken and just wanted to be alone for a while. His best friend still found him.
Seamus plopped down next to him wordlessly. His blue eyes stared blankly at the wreckage in front of him. All of Hogwarts was in ruins after the terrible war that was happening.
Soundlessly, Seamus leaned on Dean. His mouth tried to say something, but no sound came out.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked Seamus, wrapping his arm around his best friend. He was practically the world to him and he'd been overjoyed to see Seamus again.
"Nothin'" Seamus' voice was barely audible event though the entire castle seemed silent. He straightened his back again, rubbing his eyes lightly.
Dean gave Seamus a quick squeeze. "Don't tell me it's nothing. I can tell. You're my best friend." Dean turned his head to examine Seamus with his artist eyes. Seamus' face was battered and purple and blue everywhere. You could barely even tell it was him anymore underneath all the bruises.
"It's fine." Seamus exhaled, turning to face Dean as well. "I guess I'm just tired from the war. I just want it all to end and to have me best friend back."
"I'll always be here for you." Dean gave a slight smile.
"You sure?" Seamus' face flooded with worry. Dean couldn't help but notice how innocent his best friend looked like that with his eyebrows turned downward slightly.
"Definitely." Dean said. He felt better after talking with Seamus. Like he was whole again.
Silently, the two best friends got up and headed back down to the Great Hall where almost everyone was, either tending to the injured or mourning the dead.