In case everyone doesn't know it, I have recently taken the idea in my head to revise this story. Basically, what I have done is combining smaller chapter together based on subject. For example, the chapters involving Harry's shopping trip in Diagon Alley are now all together. I have added in a small amount of dialogue, so if you have time, go back and reread what I have changed. Also, I have deleted all of the chapters that no longer apply, as someone (in a panic) informed me of recently. Don't worry, the entire story is here!
Chapter Nineteen
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry heard the curse mere moments in time to dive out of the way.
"What the?" he asked himself. Harry was completely confused, who could be cursing him now? All of the Death Eaters were rounded up when he defeated Voldemort a fortnight ago. None of them escaped that he knew of.
"Come now Potter," spat the voice of Lucius Malfoy. "You can do better than that."
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Why to kill you of course. I would have thought the killing curse was quite obvious as to what my intentions are Potter. Or has the one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds you spent in Azkaban addled your blood traitor mind?"
"Better a blood traitor than an inbred dimwit without the brains to know that his master wasn't a pureblood to begin with," Harry taunted back.
Moments later Harry felt another curse whiz past the top of his left ear. It wasn't the killing curse this time, but one almost as bad. This was a dark spell that would liquefy your internal organs slowly making you literally drown in your own body. Harry had seen it before and it was not a pleasant way to go.
"Just my luck to be stuck in an Abraxan moment," Harry muttered as he moved again. Harry moved as fast as he could, but was almost instantly caught in a cross fire and before he knew it he was literally stuck between a dark wizard and a hard place.
"Now I have you Potter," spat the elder Malfoy and once again cast the liquefying curse at him.
"NO!"
From out of nowhere Seamus ran up and placed himself between Harry and Lucius Malfoy and took the curse right in the middle of his chest.
"Seamus!" yelled Harry and ran to his friend who had fallen to the ground in a puddle. Cradling his friend in his arms, Harry cried, "Why Seamus? Why? That was meant for me not for you."
"Because … I … I don't … want to … see … to see you … hurt anymore."
"Don't talk Seamus; the spell is turning you into a melted mess. I'll get you back to the castle and we'll get you fixed right up," pleaded Harry frantically.
"I … love you … Ha…"
Seamus said no more as his entire body let loose its cohesion and melted into Harry Potter's arms as the Boy-Who-Lived sat there helplessly.
Suddenly Harry sat upright in his bed panting and covered in a fine film of sweat.
Feeling around his own bed, thinking Seamus was going to be there, as he usually was, he found that he was alone in the bed. Then grabbing his glasses and throwing open the curtains of his four poster bed, Harry jumped out of it and ran across the room to Seamus' bed. He had to know if he was alright. Was he dead? Was he melted? Flinging open Seamus' curtains Harry saw that his bed was empty also. Harry's faced went white and he began to feel around the bed looking for the wet spot. Not that kind of wet spot, get your dirty minds out of the gutter.
"Harry? Is something wrong mate?" Dean asked.
"Seamus?" breathed Harry in worry. "Where's Seamus?"
"He went to take a shower a couple of minutes ago. You just missed him," the dark skinned Gryffindor replied. "Is something wrong?"
"Maybe."
x-x-x-x-x
Standing under the spray of the hot water, Seamus Finnigan, was relaxing under the feeling of the heat against his naked body. Really, you could have figured that out, how else does one shower other than naked.
"Seamus?"
Harry watched as Seamus opened his eyes and looked at him. Relief washed over him as he entered the shower stall and grabbed a hold of the Irishman's shoulders to make sure he wasn't turning into liquid.
"Harry?" asked Seamus concerned as Harry rarely jumped into the shower wearing his clothes. "What's wrong?"
Still grabbing Seamus in various places, no, not there, to make sure he was indeed as solid as he looked. Harry said, "Sorry. Had a bad dream. Malfoy cursed me, but you took it instead."
"It's okay. I should have slept with you last night. I knew you weren't feeling very well last night."
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about mate."
"No," Harry said hesitantly. "I mean I'm sorry about last night. I had no right to treat you like that. It wasn't your fault that I'm completely mental and it was uncalled for."
Smiling Seamus said, "I've been expecting it you know."
"What?"
"You've got a lot of bad things in you that you need to get out. I knew that before you returned to us."
"Oh," replied Harry, both relieved that Seamus would forgive him and guilty because he thought he didn't deserve it. However, he had little time to think about his confused feelings as Seamus pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it out of the shower cubicle.
"Seamus, what are you doing?"
"You're soaking wet and you'll catch your death if you don't get out of those wet things and warm up," Seamus replied as he pushed Harry's lounge pants down.
Harry's eyes were about to pop out of his head as Seamus guided him under the hot water.
"Don't worry about it, we're just going to have a little Darkmoore moment and that'll be that."
"Are you going to perform oral sex on me?" asked Harry not sure to be scared or not.
"Not planning on it."
"Oh, well then this isn't a Darkmoore moment; it's more of a Myr moment."
"Whichever."
x-x-x-x-x
Sometime later, Neville, Dean, Seamus and Harry entered the Great Hall to have breakfast at the Gryffindor table with their housemates.
"Good morning," Harry said cheerfully. He had felt better ever since his morning shower.
"Morning Harry," said Luna dreamily. "How are you this morning?"
"I feel much better."
Ginny snorted on the other side of the Ravenclaw student.
"Ginny," Harry began, "I am sorry about what happened to your mother, I had no idea that the goblins were going to press charges against her as well for the theft of my gold."
"Bill could loose his job you know," she said huffily.
"I know, and I will talk to them about it when I get to Diagon Alley. I promise."
Ginny relaxed as Luna gave her hand a squeeze. "You see Ginny, I told you he wasn't as bad as he pretends to be."
Harry frowned at the comment. He was too as bad as he pretended to be. Wait, that wasn't right.
"Potter," Snape interrupted this thought as he approached the Gryffindor table with yet another steaming goblet of nutrition potion. "Make sure you drink this before it cools."
Taking the goblet, Harry nods and pinching his nose shut, he gulps down the horrid concoction.
"Also," sneered the potions master holding out a parchment, "Here is that reading list you asked for. I assume that you are capable to of reading these books. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if you had that thrice damned little elf read them out load to you."
"Ah, how nice," Harry said to the Head of Slytherin House. "This is so Marietsy of you. I'm sure Eppy is going to miss you too."
"Impertinent brat!"
"Greasy git."
Looking pained at what he was about to say, Snape said, "You know Potter, with the Headmaster and those two incompetents you once called friends removed from the castle, there is really no reason that you couldn't stay on and continue your education."
Harry looked at him incredulously; well actually everyone who heard him say that did as well. "Are you under the imperious curse?"
"No Potter, but I think that the Headmaster was correct when he thought you needed to finish your education and become a part of wizarding society."
"Is someone black mailing you into saying this?"
"No, Potter," growled Snape impatiently.
"But you hate me and everyone who bears my family name. Why would you want me to stay here?"
"Of course I hate you. You are an identical reproduction of your arrogant father. But as long as you stayed well away from my dungeons I couldn't honestly care less where you stay. However, you may need to know some of the things the teachers here have to impart on you in order to survive in our world."
"I'm rich, I own the Daily Prophet and after I buy a house for myself, I plan to put it under the Fidelius Charm, so as I see it, they have to find me first in order to mess with me."
"What?" Seamus exclaimed.
"How remarkably brave of you Potter," said Snape and stalked off.
"Is that what your going to do Harry? Go off and hide somewhere for the rest of your life? Will we even get the chance to ever see you again?"
"Seamus, I was just winding him up."
Seamus and the others looked skeptical.
x-x-x-x-x
After breakfast is over with, Harry leaves the Great Hall to return to Gryffindor tower in order to make sure everything is packed and ready to go on the train. He knew Eppy and Dobby would make sure all of his possessions were safe and secure, but he wanted to see for himself.
"Potter."
Harry turned to see Professor McGonagall, the acting Headmistress, standing in the entry way.
"Yes, Professor, did you want something?"
"Actually, I have that reading list you asked for," she said handing him a roll of parchment. "Also, I wanted to talk to you about not leaving the school."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Did Snape tell you to try after his attempt failed?"
"Attempt? What are you talking about Potter?"
"Snape also asked me to stay at school instead of leaving it. Didn't you know?"
"Severus asked you to stay?" whispered the acting Headmistress. "No, I didn't know. He never once mentioned that he wanted you to stay."
"I was rather shocked myself," Harry said. "However, I am leaving, as I need to attend those trials and I am looking to buy myself a house to live in. So I am leaving."
"And there is nothing stopping you from returning after the Christmas holiday is over."
"True, but I don't want to return."
"Potter … Harry, I cannot impress upon you the need for you to finish your education."
"Professor, where was this sentimentality when I was being railroaded into Azkaban? I don't remember you doing anything to help me that day. Or any other day after. I spent one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds in that dirty little cell in Azkaban and not once did anyone ever do a damned thing to help me. So why bother now?"
Minerva McGonagall stood there stunned.
"That's what I thought," Harry said and then turned and returned to his trek up to Gryffindor tower.
x-x-x-x-x
A couple of hours later, Harry was coming back down to the entrance hall with his trunk and house elves with him.
"Master Harry?"
"Yes Eppy?"
"Is we's being leaving the castle for good now?"
"Yes Eppy we are. Are you okay with that?"
"I's is thinking that I's is having no one to being whipping now that we are leaving. Eppy is going to be missing that."
"Me too."
Harry, Eppy and Dobby were soon joined by the other Gryffindor seventh year boys as well as Professor Amanda Langtree, the Muggle Studies teacher.
"Harry?"
"Yes, Professor Langtree."
"I have something here for you," she said pleasantly. Then she handed him a scroll of parchment and a package covered in brown paper and tied up in string.
"What's this?" asked Harry curiously.
"This is your reading list of books that will help you survive in the Muggle world and this is a little something I put together for you when you enter the Muggle world to stay," she explained to him. "But don't open it now; I want it to be a surprise."
"Don't worry, I won't."
"Good. Now I was talking to Minerva and she tells me you still plan on not returning to the school. Is that true?"
"No, I'm not coming back here ever again."
"Are you sure?"
Laughing Harry stated, "Yes, I am sure."
"You know I'd be pleased if you came back, even just for a visit. I just love watching all of the pranks you pull on the staff. I found them highly entertaining."
"Yeah, well, everyone needs a hobby."
"It's been a pleasure knowing you Harry Potter," she said giving him a hug.
"It was a pleasure meeting you too Professor."
"And you're sure you're not ever coming back?"
"I'm sure."
"Well, what the hell then," she said and then grabbed a hold of Harry's face and gave a large wet kiss, causing Harry's eyes to bug out comically and him to hold his hands out in the universal gesture that he wasn't instigating this.
Neville and Dean had to hold Seamus back when the Muggles Studies teacher kissed Harry.
Releasing the stunned boy, Professor Langtree said, "Well, I'll be seeing you then." Turning on her heels, she walks back up to her quarters.
"Um, ah, wah," sputtered Harry.
"Bitch," Seamus muttered under his breath as Dean and Neville released him.
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
Apparently I was vague in last chapter when I described the two beasts in Harry's emotions or rather his stomach. The masculine macho one with the muscles and the hairy chest was meant to symbolize Harry's heterosexuality and the child Harry was meant to symbolize his emerging attraction towards Seamus. Also we know from chapter 17 that the two are in conflict with one another. Please tell me you understand this. They each want what they want. Thus is putting Harry into more conflict emotionally after the Pam Ewing dream sequence. (Pam Ewing was a character on the night time Muggle drama called 'Dallas' in case you didn't know.) I also know chapter 18 was angsty at the end, but in how many Azkaban stories does Harry actually get to have an emotional response to being locked in with Dementors for that long? Usually it's all about everyone begging Harry's forgiveness and finally at the end he grants it, but never does he deal with his emotions of that horrible episode of his life. I mean Sirius was a total bastard for most of Book 3 when he escaped.
Abraxan wrote two stories here at F F dot net, the first was Harry Potter and the Refiner's Fire and then its sequel, Harry Potter and the Time of Destiny. Both are good stories and I have enjoyed them very much even though he killed Seamus Finnigan off with that melting internal organ curse. Eppy cried for days!
Once again as I've mentioned, Darkmoore wrote a story (an incomplete story I might add) called Harry potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away, in which Harry and Seamus have a shower together. Actually, Seamus gives Harry a blowjob, but that's not the point.
Myr on the other hand wrote a story called Harry Potter and The Parliament of Dreams which is a Harry/Draco story but before they got together Harry and Seamus had a very interesting shower together.
Marietsy wrote a story called Flames of Betrayal and in the last chapter Severus Snape and Dobby become friendly and miss each other's company. I highly recommend this story to be read if you aren't already reading it that is.