Celtic Knots
Note: This story focuses on Harry, Draco, Seamus, and Dean. Especially the last two.
Disclaimer:: Don't Harry Potter, or Earth.
~Chapter 1~
-Seamus Finnigan's Death-
*****
Celtic knots don't end. They continue in a perfect pattern, never changing. Some of made of many strings, some are one, long, continuous string.
Seamus Finnigan designed them, Dean Thomas drew them. They had done this since their third year. Now they stopped. Dean still had the urge to draw, he always did so to relieve his emotions. But Seamus was dead. Mentally dead, not physically. When the world ended, so did Seamus, he hadn't spoken since that day. The group doubted that he would speak again.
It had been two months after the world ended, when the teachers came back. Fortunately, they came back with people. Friends, to be exact. A few of their parents, friends, and other random people. Sirius Black, the convicted murder, was amoung them. As was Remus Lupin, the werewolf. Harry was delighted to see them, both. He was thrilled that they were alive.
Dean Thomas's parents were there. Though they were muggles, the group was happy to see them. Dean most of all. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas had met Seamus a few times. They were surprised to see that Seamus did not acknowledge their presence. He didn't greet them in anyway. Dean took his parents off to the side, and explained what had happened to Seamus. Needless to say, the Thomas's were upset.
Not among the new comers, were Seamus's parents. They were both gone. Seamus knew they were. He had a gut feeling that they dead. Just like the rest. When the world ended, it still lived. Only the people died. Humans and the majority of all animals were gone. Plants thrived now, once again, ruling the Earth. Just as they had millions and millions of years ago.
Note: This story focuses on Harry, Draco, Seamus, and Dean. Especially the last two.
Disclaimer:: Don't Harry Potter, or Earth.
~Chapter 1~
-Seamus Finnigan's Death-
*****
Celtic knots don't end. They continue in a perfect pattern, never changing. Some of made of many strings, some are one, long, continuous string.
Seamus Finnigan designed them, Dean Thomas drew them. They had done this since their third year. Now they stopped. Dean still had the urge to draw, he always did so to relieve his emotions. But Seamus was dead. Mentally dead, not physically. When the world ended, so did Seamus, he hadn't spoken since that day. The group doubted that he would speak again.
It had been two months after the world ended, when the teachers came back. Fortunately, they came back with people. Friends, to be exact. A few of their parents, friends, and other random people. Sirius Black, the convicted murder, was amoung them. As was Remus Lupin, the werewolf. Harry was delighted to see them, both. He was thrilled that they were alive.
Dean Thomas's parents were there. Though they were muggles, the group was happy to see them. Dean most of all. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas had met Seamus a few times. They were surprised to see that Seamus did not acknowledge their presence. He didn't greet them in anyway. Dean took his parents off to the side, and explained what had happened to Seamus. Needless to say, the Thomas's were upset.
Not among the new comers, were Seamus's parents. They were both gone. Seamus knew they were. He had a gut feeling that they dead. Just like the rest. When the world ended, it still lived. Only the people died. Humans and the majority of all animals were gone. Plants thrived now, once again, ruling the Earth. Just as they had millions and millions of years ago.
