A/N: This chapter will cover most of the summer, and telling Seamus' parents about the soul bond. I'll be writing Seamus' accent in because it makes it fun for me.
Update: I am adding this to now and I'll post a few chapters or so a day to see how well received it is. Happy reading! Remember to judge me harshly.
Seamus awoke on the first of August covered in sweat. It was beginning to hit the hottest point of the year. He got up and walked to the communal shower shared by all of the Seventh years. He stripped off his Boxers, which he'd taken to wearing to bed after Harry returned to the dorm. He secretly enjoyed Harry in his coma just because he could sleep starkers. Every year all of the boys in their dorm had to force Seamus to wear something to bed. He heard the showers already running and walked in, taking a glance at Harry.
"Morning Seamus, you look happy." Harry said, he was a cheerful morning person.
"Mornin' 'arry" Seamus mumbled before walking under a showerhead and turning it on. He grabbed for some shampoo potion and went to squeeze it into his hand before looking at the all too familiar symbol on his hand. A shamrock. It appeared sometime after the battle, and Seamus suspected it had something to do with healing Harry.
"Hey, Harry." Seamus said, straightening his accent as he awakened further.
"Yeah Seamus?" Harry asked, sending the quizzical piece of his voice and feeling it through their growing bond.
"Do you have a, uh, a mark somewhere? From the battle?" Seamus asked.
"You mean like a scar?" Harry turned to face Seamus, and he saw it. A small Shamrock right over Harry's Heart. Seamus walked over towards Harry looking at it.
"Seamus what are you doing?" Harry was tense, you weren't supposed to approach each other in the showers.
"Look at your chest" Seamus said, and Harry looked at what he knew to be an oddly shaped scar. It hadn't felt like a scar, it was just slightly off color skin, like a birth mark.
"I have one too" Seamus said, raising his left hand to show Harry his shamrock.
"You mean that's like a birthmark we both have?" Harry asked.
"Its more like a bond mark, but yeah 'Arry" Seamus said, slightly deepening his brogue as he touched the marks together. Harry melted into the touch as their magic reacted. This happened every time they touched, warmth spreading through both as their souls interacted.
"Wow..." Harry said, breathlessly. He pulled away from the touch and the warmth stopped emanating as strongly through their bodies.
"Uh, yeah, so that's what that is I guess" Seamus said quickly, blushing as he turned to continue his shower.
"Harry, we're going to Ireland for the rest of the summer." Seamus said to lighten the tone. Harry squeezed an insane amount of shampoo potion on top of his head.
"We?!" He asked, confused.
"The bond, mate. We can't be that far away from each other for a long while. I want to see my parents and you need to get out of the school for a bit. We're leaving to go after lunch." Seamus continued, feeling Harry's slight anger through the bond.
"You're just now telling me?" Harry grumbled at Seamus. The Irishman turned off his tap and grabbed a towel.
"Aye" he said, grinning. "Surprise."
Seamus left the bathroom and waved his wand around, folding and packing his trunk. He did the same for Harry. His pillow fell off the bed to reveal a broken Elder wand. Seamus began swearing loudly in Gaelic. Harry walked in and blanched.
"What the fuck! 'Arry tha's the most powerful wand in the world an' you go an' break it?" Seamus screamed, barely managing from lapsing back into Gaelic.
"I mended my old wand and didn't want to be targeted for owning the elder wand, so I broke it." Harry shrugged. Seamus sat down in his bed, calming his breathing.
"Okay, okay its not a big deal. Let's go down for lunch." Seamus turned and headed out of the dorm.
The two walked into the great hall, and sat at the holiday table. The staff still present at the school included McGonagall, Vector, Sprout, Slughorn, Filch, and surprisingly enough, Trelawney and Lupin.
"Oh my dear boys! The mist parted this morning and I ventured into the great hall to unravel my day to see you. Oh my dear boys, you have bonded! A soul bond! This hasn't happened in centuries. Oh your auras thirst for one another! They reach and yearn!" Trelawney rambled on and on.
Seamus grinned, he enjoyed being close to Harry, but holding back his feelings for Harry. If his anger could seep into the other via the bond, he was afraid of the taller being able to feel his feelings towards him.
"Moony!" Harry ignored Trelawney and ran towards Professor Lupin.
"Harry! It's nice to see you up and about! How are you?" Lupin seemed just as cheerful as Seamus felt Harry's cheer. Seamus' grin grew wider.
"Mr. Finnigan, what has you so elated this afternoon?" McGonagall snapped Seamus out of his cheerful stupor.
"Harry's happy. I feel it through our bond." Seamus muttered, his ears reddening.
The teachers looked at him, Lupin was the most confused.
"Moony, ah, we kind of soul bonded." Harry muttered, a blush rising to his cheeks, and his embarrassment of admitting it drew a blush to Seamus' cheeks to.
"This is Harry blushing, not me." Seamus claimed, making both of them blush harder.
Seamus walked over to sit at the table next to Harry.
"I've been signed back on as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I've been planning quite the class. You'll enjoy it." Lupin said, grinning through his pale face. The full moon was coming up and his face was pale and sickly.
"How're ya feelin', professor?" Seamus asked after drinking some pumpkin juice. "It's the comin' full moon. You okay?"
Lupin stared at him, startled that the topic was breached so gently and forwardly.
"Uh, y-yeah. I'm fine. I took my wolfsbane potion all week." Lupin stammered a bit, trying to stay casual.
"Hope you get some color back in your face soon, unhealthy that is. Eat some protein or you'll get sicker." Seamus said whilst grabbing a biscuit before continuing, "I personally don't believe in the wolfsbane potion. Most werewolves take it early on and corrupt the wolf inside. It makes it more violent, mutates it. If you had never taken that potion you wouldn't be so sickly, but that can't be changed now. You have to keep taking it if you want to remain alive now." Seamus rambled on the subject.
"Not a word of that is true, Seamus, where did you learn that?" Pomfrey asked.
"Madam, I read it in a book from my studies in the restricted section. It is also completely true, most werewolves are dosed with wolfsbane right after their bite so they don't have a chance to refuse. Its an economic way to earn money from sickness. Unbridge's idea I believe. If you look at the contents of the wolfsbane potion, nearly every ingredient is poisonous to wolves." Seamus said very stiffly. Harry gaped at him.
"That being said, Professor, if you ever need I am proficient enough to brew it since you must resume taking it, I may not be qualified but it's for your health, yeah?" Seamus was now turned to Lupin, who was eyeing him with suspicion, and genuine curiosity.
"Why are you offering? People aren't that generous to someone they hardly know." Lupin had near malice in his voice, as if he were confronting Severus Snape.
"Well, sir, I do believe you're the favorite teacher of my bond mate. There's no way I'm letting you get sicker." Seamus said angrily, but whispered his next sentence. "I won't let that happen to him..."
Harry grabbed his arm, and the familiar warmth spread through them both. Seamus uttered a sigh of relief. He was almost sad when Harry took his hand away. Seamus stood up and left the Hall. Harry followed suit and ran to catch up.
When Harry caught up, Seamus was sitting on his bed looking at his palm.
"Harry, grab your trunk." Seamus said as he stood up. He waved his wand at his own
"Reducio." His trunk shrunk and he put it in his pocket. Harry did the same.
"Grab onto this." Seamus held out a gum wrapper.
"What?" Harry was confused.
"Grab the portkey, Harry" Seamus grinned.
"Oh, okay" Harry touched it.
"Well, let's go. The portkey password was, uh." Seamus scratched his chin, and remembered. "Riochd."
They both felt the tug behind their navels and spun into the air, and then hit the ground with a resounding thud.
They were inside a bedroom, it was mostly maroon with a small desk, covered in books and a small Wizard Wireless unit, the corner had a Twin sized bed with a bedside table next to it, a small green lamp next to it. The closet was closed and a door next to it showed a bathroom.
"Aye, this is my room. Our room for the summer. We only have two bedrooms and mam and da share the other." Seamus met Harry's eyes.
"Its fantastic..." Harry breathed, looking around the rather large room. Whimsy danced in his eyes.
"Aye, mate. It's a nice room. Come on, let's go downstairs!" Seamus suddenly flooded the bond with excitement.
Seamus rushed out of the room, with Harry by the hand, and down the stairs.
"Máthair? Athair?" Seamus called as they rushed down the stairs. "We're here!"
"Seamus? Who's we?" Seamus' mother called from the couch in the den.
"Máthair! Aye, we. This is 'arry." Seamus introduced his friend. His mothers eyes widened.
"Harry Potter?" She asked, her accent firmly subdued, something seamus couldn't do well.
"Aye máthair, him. Where's athair?" Seamus asked.
"David's got a job at the ministry, he's in America collecting resources for the rebuilding of diagon." Seamus' mother said. "He won't be back for 3 or 4 months."
Seamus' face dropped, but he picked it right back up.
"Máthair, I have something to tell you." Seamus was barely whispering at this point.
"You can tell me anything Shay, what is it?" His mother soothed, Harry appreciated watching the exchange but also felt very awkward.
"Máthair, 'member the story of Guinevere and Lancelot?" Seamus began, "Well, uh, Harry and I kind of..." He paused, looking to Harry.
Harry walked forward and put his hand in Seamus' forearm, chasing the rush of warmth, deepening the bond.
"We've soul bonded." Seamus finished, grinning again. His mother looked at him in Awe as he enjoyed the continued rush of warmth. He began to think about his affection towards Harry, and pulled away so keep it from slipping through the bond. He wasn't ready to tell him yet.
Harry sat at the dinner table, eating some chocolate for desert. Seamus and his mother had a very intense discussion about soul bonding, but she took the news pretty well. He went up to their room and changed into a T-shirt and boxers, he forgot his pajamas at their dorm, and went to brush his teeth.
"Harry, you can have the bed. I'll sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor, yeah?" Seamus' voice wafted into the bathroom from the bedroom.
"Okay Seamus." Harry walked out and slipped under the duvet of the bedroom, it was quite chilly in there for the summer. Probably a cooling charm.
"Night 'Arry" Seamus yawned.
"Night Seamus." Harry whispered out, and fell asleep 2 minutes later.
Seamus woke up to gasping and pained moaning. His eyes shot open and he saw Harry still asleep, but tossing and turning constantly. He grabbed his wand from under his pillow and pointed it at the door.
"Colloportus, Silencio." Seamus locked and silenced the door, got up, and walked over to Harry who was now screaming. He sat on the bed next to Harry and hugged him, cradling is neck and rubbing circles into his back. Harry quieted and started sleeping peacefully. Seamus didn't want to pull away from the warmth and stayed in bed with him, running his back until he fell asleep.
Harry awoke to the warmth of the bond, the sun was shining into the window. He looked down and saw Seamus cuddled against him, his hands next to Harry's head and on his stomach. Harry shook him a bit.
"Shay, why are you in bed with me?" Harry asked.
"Ya 'ad a nightmare. Bond stopped it. Sleep." Seamus muttered from his half-sleep state. And moved his hand down to the patch of skin between Harry's shirt and boxers. Harry took breath in sharply, but the bond comforted him, and he embraced Seamus and fell back to sleep. They slept like this every night, the bond growing deeper every time. Harry just wished he could tell if Seamus felt the same way about him that he felt about Seamus. Harry's face Nuzzled into Seamus' neck and he drifted back off to sleep.