Okay this is the first time I've written a Harry Potter story (From this account) I love Seamus and it's so sad to see how little love he get's here. I hope this story seems more real than some of the others and that everyone really enjoys it. I don't have a very set in stone plot so if any of you have idea's you would like to see worked into the story then just let me know! And this is just the prologue so it won't be long the other chapters will be!
At one point in every teenagers life they rebel against their parents wishes, the thing their parents say is bad is what they want or what they do. I had never been the child to do that… or at least I wasn't until I turned sixteen. That year I rebelled in the worst way possible.. I fell hard for the one boy I wasn't supposed to, Seamus Finnigan.
Of course it wasn't always like that, I once hated him, or disliked, as I was supposed to. The "battle" in my family and his, My great grandfather Michel Campbell and his great grandfather Joseph Finnigan had been friends and had fought together in one of the world wars. I don't recall which, my grandfather never really spoke of it. All I knew was that Joseph Finnigan betrayed my great grandfather and that the Finnigan family stated that Joseph had been the one who was betrayed.
Considering where our families lived one would think that we had little connection with each other. However not even a sea could keep our families from seeing each other. The Irish Finnigan family was in Scotland more than any other Irishmen in the entire world. I once heard my father yelling that they did it on purpose, I didn't exactly believe that. If I hated someone I didn't want to see them more than absolutely necessary. I never voiced that opinion, I was to afraid I'd be told I was sympathizing with them. So of course I naturally grew up with a set in stone loathing for anyone with the Finnigan name.
My parents thought I would have no interaction with their son Seamus, after all I was never out with my father when he would see Mark Finnigan, Seamus's father. They had no reason to think that they would move to Scotland and there was, as my father said, "No way in bloody hell will we ever go to Ireland". On my eleventh birthday there was a knock on the door. With that knock came a tall, stern, Scottish woman named Minerva McGonagall. It was then the world I lived in became much larger and much more complex. I was a witch.
I was utterly excited, magic was real and I could actually do it? My parents were a little taken back by it but they seemed to enjoy seeing me happy. Professor McGonagall gave my parents instructions on exactly what to do and where to go to get my things as well as to get to school. My mother cried, I was going to have to spend almost the entire school year away from her. Not that I would ever say this to her face but I was thrilled to be able to get out of the house. After a few days of my parents taking in everything there was about me thing's were almost back to normal, or they were as normal as they would stay for the rest of my school life.
The day we went to Diagon Alley I don't think I had ever been so excited. When we got there we were surrounded by witches and wizards from all over England, Scotland and even Ireland. I looked around in awe, I was sure everyone knew I was a muggle born. I heard a few of the older women laugh and call me cute or something. I got all of my things with my parents trying to hurry me up the best they could.
It wasn't until we reached our last destination, Olivanders that thing's went for a drastic turn for the worse. Standing outside the wand shop was none other than Mark Finnigan, Abigail Finnigan and a little boy with sandy colored hair I learned to be Seamus Finnigan.