6 years later
Seamus moaned and groaned as the sunlight streamed through his windows and lit up his room. He did not want to get out of bed because is bed was ridiculously comfy. He pulled the comforter over his head again but it was no use; he was already awake and couldn't fall back asleep. He shot the blanket to the foot of his bed and swung his feet around to the edge of his mattress. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his nightstand. Sitting there was the picture of him and Lavender at the Quidditch game, sharing their first kiss. He looked at it for a while and sighed, just like he did every morning, before kissing his first two fingers on his right hand and pressing them to Lavender's face. He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled a soft sweater over his head before heading downstairs to the kitchen. About a year and a half ago, him and Dean bought their own place in a neighborhood a couple miles away from Diagon Alley. It was mostly younger people living around them and a lot of them were Hogwarts students. Parvati and Padma were just a couple houses away, Neville and Aubrielle were through their backyard, and Ginny and Draco (who were weirdly enough perfect for each other), lived the street over. It was an ideal place for a younger person to live and being around friends was an added perk. Dean and Seamus, having both lost their loves in the war, naturally stayed with each other after moving out of their parent's houses. Dean was, for the most part, back on his feet again. Sure, he still thought about Emolly from time to time, like on her birthday or their old anniversary, but he was already dating again and really happy with Hannah Abbot. Seamus loved them together, truthfully, and while he missed Emolly as well, the couple worked so well together.
Seamus still missed Lavender on a daily basis. She was still considered a missing person, though the chances of her still being alive were slim. It had been five long years since the war and a lot of people were still recovering. Seamus was constantly baffled about her disappearance. They ran search parties for her right after the war and absolutely combed the forbidden forest and in all the outlying areas, but they found nothing. Absolutely nothing. No one had even seen her get attacked or run off. It was like she disappeared into thin air. The last person to see her was Hermione and Seamus had talked to her on many occasions. Hermione had told him that Fenrir Greyback had attacked her and Hermione blasted him off of her. She said that Madame Pomfrey took over from there. But when the wizard questioned the Healer, she said that she blacked out during the battle and couldn't remember much of anything. It was a dead end from there and that's all that is known. Seamus had concluded after about 6 months that she was never coming back into his life again.
He tried going on a few dates a couple years later, but it wasn't the same. He just couldn't find a girl that he had a strong connection with like he had had with Lavender. He just would always love her, period.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
"MUM! MUM! MUM! Look what I caught!"
A small little boy with bright amber eyes and shaggy brown hair came storming into the small cottage that was situated along a dirt road in Scotland. He was wearing a pair of lose blue jeans and a black and red flannel shirt. He had mud on his shoes and the bottoms of his pant legs. He stood on the back door rug, making sure to not track mud into the kitchen since his mother would kill him.
"MUM! COME LOOK! Oh…I think it just peed in my hand."
Lavender emerged from her bedroom and rolled her eyes at her son.
"I swear to god Thomas Finn if you brought another snake into this house-"
"IT'S NOT A SNAKE MOMMA I PROMISE!"
He was jumping up and down on the rug with a partially toothless grin on his face. One hand was cupped over the other and Lavender approached her little outdoorsman with caution.
"Okay…what did you catch?"
He peeked into his hands real quick before slowly uncovering what was in his palm. Lavender couldn't help but awe at the small creature in her son's equally small hand. There, contently sitting, was a small black toad. Thomas was beaming down at his new little friend.
"Can I keep him, mum?"
"Thomas, how many times do I have to tell you…outside animals need to stay outside or they won't be happy. You want you little toad-"
"I named him Oliver!"
"Okay…Oliver. You want Oliver to be happy, don't you?"
The toddler looked down at his find and frowned. "I guess I do momma."
"Than Oliver should stay outside."
"Okay."
He turned around and walked back out the back door to put his toad back in its natural environment.
Thomas was a little over five and a half years old and the joy in Lavender's life. He was spontaneous and energetic and she saw so much of Seamus in him, physically and personality wise. Not only did he look like a mini Seamus, but he had that same knack for adventure and getting into trouble. He constantly was digging up worms or catching random creatures in the backyard and naming them. He also loved making forts and playing make believe. Pirates was easily his favorite and Lavender couldn't help but smile every time he wanted her to light a cannon. He never failed to remind her that the cannons were his favorite part because he loved to blow things up. When Lavender burst out laughing the first time he said it, and he asked her what was so funny, she simply responded 'Nothing Thomas. Just a joke with an old friend.' He never questioned her laughing again.
Thomas was at the age where his werewolf traits were starting to come in during the full moon. He wouldn't fully transform until age ten, but small things would happen. He would grow fangs, crave raw meat, or get excessive fur. There was no pain for the time being but there would be in the future.
All werewolves had to be registered with the Ministry and official documents had to be signed. Since Thomas was Seamus's son, and if he were still in his life he would take the name Finnegan, Lavender changed her last name to Finn. There was still a part of Seamus with them, and rightfully so, but not the full name as to be questionable. They were on a Wolfsbane Welfare plan, receiving the helpful potion in large quantities a couple times a year. Thomas also had to visit a special Healer at St. Mungo's once every 4 months to keep up with his progress since he was still so young. During these visits, Lavender was cautious to keep her head down and wear something on her head as to not be recognized.
It killed her that everyone thought she was dead or still missing. She wanted so badly to simply go to Seamus and reveal herself, tell him that they had a child, and that they could live happily ever after. They couldn't do that, however, because she was a werewolf and her son would also be a full on in a little under 5 years. Seamus probably wouldn't even love them if she DID show up.
Lavender went over to the back door and yelled out for her son.
"THOMAS! DINNER SOON!"
She heard a distant, "OKAY MOMMA!" She walked back into the kitchen and flicked her wand, making the plates and silverware set the table for two.
