A/N: Here's chapter three guys. I know this story is kind of dramatic, but sometimes you have to think of dramatic things. What if this happened in the books? Please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.

Lavender Brown.

I was in love with him. I had known this for a long time, and I remember the feelings he gave me. I remember the odd fluttering feeling my heart took on every time he looked at me, and I remember ever so clearly how I became so hot when he kissed me. I was determined he was my soul mate.

I was standing there, in the Entrance Hall when Harry Potter dragged his body in. It took me a few moments to understand what was happening and what had occurred. My mind refused to believe what my eyes already told me.

Seamus was dead.

How could it be? It couldn't be! I wouldn't believe it! But even as my raging mind screamed this to me, my brain wouldn't listen and tears began to form under my eyelids. Sobs were coming from me, as I shoved through the crowd to see Seamus and Harry. What had happened, I wanted to know. What had happened to my boyfriend?

Silence fell over the Entrance Hall. I saw the outline of Dean Thomas crouching over Seamus's limp form. How could this happen? Why did this happen! Why was the Lord so unforgiving of him?

I didn't move as Dean leaned over Seamus. I saw Seamus's best friend fall to the floor next to him, and I knew my worst fear was confirmed. He was gone...he was dead.

I was never faced with death in reality. I had had my pet rabbit get eaten, and it wasn't the same. I felt this awful dread come over me. I felt at that moment, seeing Dean sob, as if I would never ever be happy again.

When Dean had been sobbing for a little while, I shoved my way through the crowd to see Seamus. He was lying there, limp and lifeless. His face didn't look scared like I thought it would be. It looked happier than I thought, and I only cried harder seeing it that way. It was not the way I would have died. Seamus is a braver human than any I had ever known.

I kneeled down, crying loudly, and picked up his hand. It was cold. I pushed it against my hot face, barely seeing anything with the furious tears building and dropping from me. I bent over on the floor and kissed Seamus on the mouth. It was the last kiss my lover would ever receive from me and I cried all the harder to think of it.

I recall when I first began liking Seamus. He was different from other boys. He treated girls with respect and manners. He won me over in our second year. It wasn't long before I was thinking about him all the time. In our fourth year, he asked me to the Yule Ball. I accepted. I fell in love with him then.

Now it was gone. All that happiness I had was crush like glass in front of my very eyes. This boy, who had been so wonderful to so many people and to me, was gone. Evil forces killed him. The evil of war and hatred killed my lover.

As I touched Seamus's hand in those first few moments, I remember so many things at once. I remembered our first dance, and how he put his hands on me to spin me around. I remembered our first kiss, how warm and loving it had been. I remembered all the fun times we shared and all the times we spent kissing in empty classrooms like the silly school children we were. I loved him, and he loved me. I remembered when he told me he loved me. My heart soared so high... I thought I'd never be sad again.

But then death crushed my heart so mercilessly. Seamus shouldn't have died that night. There were so many people I knew who had been willing to give up life for their beliefs, and Seamus was one of them. He was the kind of person, who would fight for what he believed in, and never give up.

Through the darkness of those moments, I felt pride. I was proud to be the girl he loved. I was proud to be someone he chose to love and honor.

Later that night, Harry told me and Dean about how Seamus died. Harry reached out and took my hand. I felt a flood of gratitude towards Harry Potter at the second that I had never felt before.

Dean told me about the smile Seamus wore through death.

"If he died smiling, Lavender," Dean said to me, taking my hand in his. "It was because he was in love with you."

After that, I let Dean embrace me and hold me. We must have sat there, rocking back and forth for hours and hours, each of us thinking of the times we had with Seamus. I let my tears soak Dean, and I let him comfort me, as I comforted him in return. One had lost a friend, one had lost a lover.

Seamus had held my hand right before he left that night. I think he almost knew that he wouldn't come back alive. He would only come back to me in my mind, night after night, after night.

Seamus leaned down and kissed me. "I love you, Lavender," He'd said to me, and touched my cheek.

I had to literally drag myself up to my dorm room that night. I felt like taking my ripped heart and throwing it out the window. I fell into bed and cried.

In a minute, a soft hand reached out and touched my cheeks. I sat up, and was grateful to see Hermione Granger. I felt a sudden burst of unexplainable friendship and love towards Hermione that I never had before, when I saw the silent tears falling from her eyes. She whipped her eyes and mine. We weren't alone in our love for Seamus.

I couldn't sleep. It was so late at night, and I stayed awake thinking about Seamus. I thought about his love for me, and my love for him. I thought about his birth, his death, and the way he lived his life. I thought about how he treated me so well, and how he treated his family and friends. Seamus was a good person, and to have death fall upon him was tragic; Seamus looked death in the eye and grinned at it. He wasn't afraid of dying. He wasn't afraid, because he knew, back home, people loved him. I loved him.

He was my friend for years. He was the man I would have spent all my life with. He was my passionate lover. He was my life, and he was my love.

He was Seamus Finnigan.

TBC