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The Dark Side of Seamus Finnigan.
Prologue
They were gone, dead. He's seen them ripped apart by bullet's, he's watched as their bodies crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Later he's watched them lowered into the ground where they would rest ever more. He was alone now, his mum, his dad, his brother, his sisters-all gone.
And now? Now 16 year old Seamus Alan Finnigan had to put up with all his friends, so cheerful about their families and their perfect lives. Only Harry could possibly understand what he was going through but he couldn't burden Harry with that, he had enough on his own plate. So Seamus suffered alone. All alone...
A/N Sorry this is incredibly short but it's the prologue, a sort of teaser of what is to come (very depressed Seamus with knives, cigarettes and alcohol). Review any ideas you have and flame as much as you like cos my toes are rather cold and could do with warming up!
