House: Slytherin

Year/Position: Year 1

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Speech] "Nothing can be that important."

Word Count: 485

A/N~ Shout-out to maripaz6 and carolare scarletus- my amazing betas ~

Startled awake, Seamus Finnigan's alarmed cry was instantly stifled by someone clamping his mouth shut. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation when he spotted Neville Longbottom standing over him, shushing him impatiently, turning his panic into confusion. It was still very dark, probably past midnight, and he wondered what in the world was so important that he had to be awake for it.

Prying Neville's sweaty palm from his mouth, he sat up and sighed in annoyance. "What's wrong with you, mate? You gave me a fright!"

"They're gone again!" his roommate hissed at him. "You've got to help me stop them."

"Wha-?" Seamus asked, confused. "Who've gone where?"

"Harry and Ron!" he fretted. "And I bet Hermione's waiting for them in the common room, too."

The poor lad had been stressing about the trio for months now, afraid they'd get into trouble. But with the trouble he was prone to getting into, he should have been stressing about himself.

"Er… why should we be concerned about this?"

"I think they're about to do something dangerous," Neville confided nervously. "We should go and stop them before something bad happens."

Seamus idly waved his concerns away. "You know they always sneak out and stuff. It's their thing. It's probably nothing." Frankly, he never understood Harry Potter's penchant for trouble-making, especially if he had to do it at night when he could be sleeping instead. Oh, Seamus was always up for causing a little trouble now and then, provided it took minimal effort.

"No, you don't understand," Neville insisted. "It's important this time. I don't know how, but I think it has something to do with You-Know-Who."

"Nothing can be that important." Seamus snorted, although he cringed a bit when Neville suddenly mentioned the Dark Lord. "Honestly, he's been dead for years now and even if he isn't, they'd be crazy to go after him." He made a point of lying back down on his four poster bed and arranging the sheets around him so his paranoid friend would take a hint and stop pestering him.

Neville threw his hands up in frustration. "Come on. At the very least, help me prevent them from losing us anymore House Points!"

"You stop them, mate," Seamus yawned loudly. "I believe in you. Now let me rest in peace."

Disgruntled, his friend huffed and finally went out on his own to defend Gryffindor's honor from disgraceful curfew-breakers.

Grumbling about nosy do-gooders, Seamus fell back to sleep, not at all aware about the commotion happening beneath the castle, as the Golden Trio (who left Neville in a body-bind curse somewhere in the common room) saved the Philosopher's Stone, thereby stalling the Dark Lord's second rise to power.

Thus started Seamus Finnigan's long career on sleeping through significant events until he got so tired of missing out that he signed up for Dumbledore's Army years later.

.o.O. END .O.o.