Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK does, I just own this really strange freaky idea that's been playimng around in my head since I saw 'Don't Say A Word' on tv.
Like A Child
Chapter Two, Drawing
When Harry next visited he brought Ron and hermione and some felt tips and a drawing pad, all authorised by the doctors. Seamus was actually under the bed when they arrived, shouting at the nurse to leave him alone.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Mr Finnigan refuses to take his anger management medicines," the nurse said, sounding as if she'd been trying to get him to for a long time.
"We'll get him to take them," Hermione offered. The nurse shoved the pot into Hermione's hand before fleeing from the room.
"Seamus? It's me, Harry. Your friend," Harry said quietly to seamus.
"Harry?" Seamus's voice was quiet and small.
"Yes, do you remember? I promised to bring you things to draw with and I did," Harry said.
"You did?" Seamus asked, his head poking out from under the bed.
"Yes I did, but I'm not aloud to give them to you until you take you medicine," Harry said.
"Nasty medicine makes me feel sleepy," Seamus said unhappily.
"Does it, well, I'll have a word with your doctors about it but to give you the drawing stuff I need you to take it just this once," Harry said, holding out his hand to Seamus.
"You promise I get drawing stuff?" Seamus asked.
"Yes," Harry said. Seamus put his pale and thin hand into Harry's and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Hermione and Ron smiled at him, if a little worriedly at his state.
He was thin and pale, his eyes dull, his hair too long and dirty. There were dark shadows under his eyes and he was trembling. He wore a light blue t-shirt and thin trousers, no shoes.
"Who they?" Seamus asked as Hermione handed Harry the pot of medication.
"They're your friends too, Ron and Hermione," Ron and Hermione nodded. Ron was holding the drawing stuff for Harry and Seamus stared at it.
"Now take these Seamus," Harry said. Seamus grudgingly took the pot looking like a sulky child and put all of the tablets in his mouth at once and dry swallowed them.
"Draw?" he asked afterwords. Harry nodded and Ron held out the stuff which seamus snatched from him and sat in the corner of the room. "What colour should i use? Green? Yes I'll used green it's pretty," Seamus muttured to himself as he pulledo ut the pens, dropping most of them on the floor and then he opened the pad and began to to draw.
"What are you drawing?" Hermione asked.
"Dream," Seamus answered shortly, not looking up. "Go away now, drawing."
"But we came a long way to see you," Ron said sadly.
"How long?" Seamus asked, slightly interested.
"A 2 hour journey," Ron said.
"Do you know who this is?" Seamus suddenly turned his picture to them. On it was a tall cloked man with a skeletal face.
"Is this what you dream of?" Harry asked.
"Sometimes, he's always mean," Seamus said. "He points a stick at me and then i hurt in my head and then all over. I don't like those dreams." A few stray tears fell down Seamus's cheeks, he didn't even wipe them away.
"What else do you dream of?" Hermione asked.
"Um, red," Seamus decided, picking up the red pen he started to draw as cheerfully as if he hadn't drawn Voldermort. "I see this lots and lots." He showed them the picture and all of them smiled, it was a crude drawing of Hogwarts. "I like this dream better than the other one," He yawned widely. "Sleepy, going to bed." With that he crawled onto the bed, dropping the drawing stuff on the floor and went to sleep.
"We might as well go," Hermione said. The two others nodded and the three left together, leaving a childlike Seamus sleeping soundly.
A/N He dreams his memories, hhhmmmmm, helpful.