Song Suggestion- Futile Devices by Sufjan Stevens.
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Author's note- When people call Seamus, Sea it's pronounced how it looks and when someone (usually Dean) calls him Shay it is also pronounced how it looks and will be used mostly in flashbacks for reasons that will be revealed in later chapters.
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It had been a rough two weeks but the day Seamus had been dreading finally came, the day of the memorial, the day Seamus finally forced himself to change out of the ratty t-shirt he had been wearing since that day…. his last day. Seamus shook his head, now is not the time to grieve, he thought angrily as his vision blurred, wiping away the tears Seamus stood in his room buttoning up his nicest dress shirt as the early morning sunshine turned into golden afternoon rays on the bedroom wall.
Seamus spun around when he heard a soft knock, as the door slowly swung open; his heart skipped a beat hoping that maybe just maybe it would be him, the tall, skinny, black boy he had been in love with since third year. "Neville what are Yer doin' 'ere?" Seamus croaked his voice husky and rough from disuse.
"I came to check up on you" the sandy-haired boy murmured his eyes clouded with grief and worry as he stood in the doorway.
"Well Oi'm fine" Seamus spat sitting on the bed that hadn't been slept in since Neville had forced him, a week after the so-called 'victory'.
Neville's gaze softened, he knew Seamus had taken Dean's death badly but he hadn't realized how bad until he saw the anger in Seamus's eyes, sighing softly Neville entered the bedroom. "You don't have to go you know it's just a ceremony the….." Neville trailed off as Seamus shot him a look.
"Oi know de funeral is on Friday, but dis is just as important 'tis ter remember everyone who died fighting at the Battle of Hogwarts, Colin, Professor Lupin….. Dean." Seamus's voice cracked at the last name and fresh tears formed as he buried his head in his hands.
"I know, I know, I miss him too" Neville sighed as he joined the sobbing Irishman on the unmade bed, laying a hand on a shaking shoulder.
"Oi…. Oi don't tink Oi can do dis" Seamus whispered hoarsely his body tensed at the sudden touch, taking a long shuddering breath his muscles relaxed before breaking into another fit of sobs.
"Sea if you can defy the Carrows you can definitely put on trousers" Neville joked forcing a smile as he gave Seamus a gentle push.
"Oi didn't mean going ter de memorial… Oi meant livin' in general Oi can't stand de thought av livin' without him" Seamus croaked tears still streaming down his cheeks as he tried to calm himself down. Tearing himself away from Neville, Seamus slowly rose from the bed and made his way to the bathroom to finish changing.
"Well Seamus, I just want you to know I'm here for you anytime anywhere, and Luna is expecting to hear from you soon, she's worried about you" Neville called from the bedroom
"Ah so did Yer finally tell 'er aboyt how Yer feel?" Seamus asked a small smile danced across his lips as he pressed a dry towel to his newly washed face. Although he knew Neville had no interest in the Loony DA attendee it was still fun to tease him about it.
Neville gave a half laugh "as if…. You know I'm not interested in anyone" Neville lied thinking about the beautiful blonde woman waiting downstairs talking to Mrs. Finnigan.
Seamus walked out of the bathroom his tie hanging around his neck, "Nev please Oi was only jokin' Oi know al' aboyt Hannah, Yer two were inseparable last year an' she nearly kissed Yer ter death when she finally foun' Yer after de war." Seamus said remembering the moment fondly. It was the last time he had felt truly happy since the end of the war before he found out what the cost of war was.
Neville blushed before walking over to Seamus, fixing Seamus's tie Neville gave the small Irishman a tight hug "It's going to be alright, Sea and if you ever need to get out of here you can always crash at my place."
Seamus looked up at the slightly taller boy his eyes glimmering with fresh tears, "T'anks mate dat means a lot" Seamus breathed giving Neville a tight squeeze
"Boys we got to go, the Portkey will be leaving soon and Luna will have my skin if we aren't on time" Hannah Abbott shouted from downstairs. The sudden sound broke the silence and the two boys sprang apart, giving each other a final nod the two boys made their way downstairs.