Death Eater; Just Another Name for Dumb-Ass

Death eater and stupid pretty much go together, why else would they follow the whims of a Lunatic Megalomaniac like Voldemort? Or believe all that 'Pure Blood' crap? So I am writing an entertaining collection of one shots of why Death Eater is just another name for Dumb-Ass.

Dean Thomas & Seamus Finnigan Vs Scabier & Death Eater.

Battle of Hogwarts. Mission: Get Dean A Wand.

Seamus Finnigan's P.O.V.

The battle was raging all around us, Dean and I were dodging spells and falling debris as we ran. Somehow we had to get Dean a wand. I was trying to shield us as best I could, but I would feel better when Dean had a wand in his hand. Rounding a bend we see two Death Eaters backing two scared looking girls into a corner. Both girls had been disarmed and were standing against the unyielding stone wall of the corridor. I recognised the scared face of one of our own Gryffindor girls. I saw the look of terror in her eyes and I saw red. The rage I felt at them all, at Voldermort, at the Death Eaters, the ministry, and the Snatchers, it all welled up within me and I looked at Dean, I saw the same enraged fire in eyes, the same Gryffindor courage and anger at injustice. I spun my wand in my hand, aiming carefully between the shoulder blades of the first Death Eater. My "Expelliarmus!" hit him directly between the shoulders... and his wand soared out the nearby window. Damn. Suddenly Dean pelted past me. He sunk his fist into the shorter Death Eater's stomach. The guy folded in on himself, clutching his stomach. His wand clattered onto the stone and Dean scooped it up. He glared down at the hooded man before pulling off the ugly, twisted mask. I threw the girls their wands and they ran for it.

"I knew it. Seamus, This is Scabier! he's the Snatcher working with Greyback... He helped kill Dirk and Ted.. they were good men." Dean glared down at the man. as he rolled up his sleeves. I think these two need a lesson in how we 'Mud-Bloods' and 'Muggle Borns' dish out street justice."

I grinned back at him evil "Sounds like fun." and I quickly divested myself of my robes. Dean and I stowed our things safely in an urn, then dragged the two Death Eaters to their feet. We stripped them of their robes and searched them for weapons. They had nothing but their wands.. fools. The once we were all ready I gave Dean a full Irish grin. "Let's do this" and we approached the two Death Eaters. They both straightened up, obviously thinking their superior age and weight would help them. I knew it wouldn't. One of the things Me and Dean had really bonded over was boxing. I grew up on the Irish side of town, we scrapped for places on the pecking order from the time we were first on the play ground and I had spent every vacation hanging out and watching one or another of my uncles or cousins boxing at O'Rourke's Gym.

We circled around one another for awhile, as they weighed us up. Then Dean landed a solid punch right to the face of Scabier. I heard the satisfactory 'crunch' as his nose broke and blood poured down his lips and chin. After that fortifying site I suddenly had my hands full. My 'opponent' charged at me and I had to sidestep to avoid what would have been a painful tackle. My foot shot out, prankster style and tripped him, sending him sprawling and I leapt on him and unloaded, landing several solid punches. He struggled and even landed a few decent punches to my ribs and head, My ear rang after he connected solidly with it, making me angry. With some satisfaction I felt the guys nose break and his right cheek before his eyes rolled shut and I dropped him. It never was fun, beating on someone unconscious. I grunted in disgust as I got up. Wizard's were useless in fight, they relied to much on their magic and had no idea how to throw down. Turning I saw Dean, beating the life out of an unconscious Scabier. his body racked with sobs. I dragged him off the motionless man, knowing Dean had lost control. He was crying, and wasn't even hitting the guy hard any more. He dropped him and I put my arm around him. He leaned against me. "Ted.. Dirk... they were OK guys." and I understood. On the run they would have been all Dean had had.

"Well, I reckon they would have enjoyed that show.." and we laughed. Grabbing up our things, arming ourselves with our wands, we put an arm about each other's shoulders and headed back towards the chaos, leaving two broken bloody men on the hallway floor.