The young woman wrapped her arms around Seamus and drew him in a hug, he pushed away.
'Why did you come here? You said I could stay!' Seamus cried
'For the memorial, that was all. We miss you, both of us.' The woman said
'Mum! I'm not going home.Never. You tried to take me away from my school, my education...My friends.' Seamus cried, his voice soften.
'You don't have any friends here!' Mrs.Finnigan snapped
'That's where you're wrong, Ma! I got so many good friends here. Just try to open your eyes and see what I see. For once, try to see my world. Not yours! Mine!' Seamus shouted
'So, where's the Thomas boy?' Mrs.Finnigan asked after a brief pause
'He died four weeks ago. He was stabbed by a Deatheater...' Seamus explained tearfully
'What about the Potter lad?' Mrs.Finnigan asked stubbornly, not offering any words of comfort to her son.
'He's hurt really bad, he's had a rough fever. It went away for awhile, but it's come back...Ma, it's coming back hard. He can't move anything, he's numbed. He can hardly eat, he sleeps all the time, he's in pain. I've been helping him since the battle but-'
'You've been helping HIM?' Mrs.Finnigan asked firmly
'He's needed me, Ma. He is too sick to be alone, Ron & Hermione need to stay in class. I'm the only one who can take care of him for the time being.' Seamus argued
'What about that...Malfoy boy. He seems well adjusted.' Mrs.Finnigan rudefully suggested
'Well-adjusted? Saints perserve! Well-adjusted?! He's the reason Harry is in that godforsaken place!' Seamus yelled
'At least Malfoy has some brains...my new article in the Prophet states-' before Mrs.Finnigan could finish, Seamus removed The Daily Prophet from the chair and tore it up; throwing it into the fire.
'I can't stand gossip anymore! If you want a fact for once to report in that...tabloid of yours, here is one...There is dying boy up there, and he's got to be the best friend that I could ever have. And he's probably the closest to a family that I'll ever get.You can print that.' Seamus remarked
Mrs.Finnigan said nothing, just sat down in her chair completely aghast by her son's behavior. Seamus ran his fingers distressfully through his brown locks and then approached her from the side of the chair.
'Mom, I know you loathe him. I know you want to take the thickest dagger and stab him...but a question. If I was Harry, would you kill me?' Seamus asked
There was no response, Seamus stood to his feet.
'I thought so.' Seamus whispered, he headed up the stairs.
A few hours went by, Seamus was asleep by Harry's bed holding his hand. He woke up to the sound of creaking, it was coming from outside the window. Through the rain stained windowpane he saw his mother hopping in her car, she looked up to the window and frowned. She drove away into the stormy mist.