A/N: Seamus is plagued by visions. Takes place before the first chapter. More Seamus/Lavender in this one.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): HOPSCOTCH - (pairing) Lavender Brown/lSeamus Finnigan (pairing), (location) pub

Seamus walked among the Muggles through the busy streets of London, his eyes cast down with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He was supposed to be elsewhere, laying in a long chair while he told his therapist all the evils with haunted him since the end of the War. But he just couldn't do that tonight. No matter how many times he went, he could never get across the heaviness of the weight hanging off his heart, the screams of all the victims, her face frozen in surprise with the hole beneath her chin.

He shuddered despite the warm night, trying to rid himself of that vision. It wouldn't do well for him to have some sort of episode out here in public. Then he looked up, noticing the aged sign swinging above his head. The door on his right opened and the rowdy sounds of the pub invited him in. A drink or two could help, right?

One drink turned into two, three and four. In the rational part of his mind, he shouldn't have come inside, knowing his addictive history to the drinks, but he needed something to get the images out of his mind, to help him forget, even for a moment.

He rested his head on his crossed arms as he signalled to the barman to get him another. He needed one more, just one more-

"Seamus..."

He looked him, his drowsy eyes peering through the darkness. Where was he? What happened to all the people in the pub? But that didn't matter as much to him as what had woken him up. He heard her, her sweet voice calling his name like she used to by the Lake, the sunlight shining through her golden hair.

"Seamus!"

Then he saw her, her bright light shining in the darkness as she came towards him with her arms outstretched.

"Lavender," he cried, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes as he reached out to touch her. "Lavender, I-"

"Stop this!" she said, her eyes pleading with him. "This isn't you! You don't need this!"

He stopped, the weight returning and the hazy feeling of the alcohol slowly returning. "Yes, I do!" he cried. "I need this! I need-

"-you," his lips moved silently over the word, his body still slumped over the bar counter as his mind was plagued with thoughts and dreams of her.