It was never easy to find Hermione, she could be deep into the farthest corners of the Ministry at any point in time, frequently disappearing into any Department that asked for her, once even appearing from the depths of the Department of Mysteries while Seamus ran around like a headless chizpurfle looking for her to fix his exploding briefcase from an extension charm gone very wrong (Merlin knew what the Unspeakables needed help with). And so he was intimately aware that her ubiquitous presence across various departments made tracking her down akin to chasing a shadow - elusive, unpredictable, and endlessly confounding.

However, Seamus was nothing if not determined, and after running around the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for a while and using his sharp auror wits to gather appropriate clues, Seamus finally caught her.

In an entirely random corridor of the Ministry Hermione stood at the epicentre of animated discourse, her enthusiasm palpable as she delved into yet another topic with fervour. Surrounding her were a motley crew, each bearing the telltale signs of fatigue but striving to match her pace.

A junior witch and wizard furiously scribbled notes, their pens struggling to keep up with Hermione's rapid speech. Their expressions oscillated between determination and bewilderment as they attempted to capture every word she uttered.

Next to her was a house-no- a Free elf nodding vigorously in agreement with her every assertion and a little aways, leaning against the wall stood Hermiones visibly exhausted partner, Sean, struggling and failing to stifle his yawns as he awaited a break in Hermione's torrent of enthusiasm. It was a testament to Hermione's magnetic energy and the unwavering commitment of those who surrounded her that no one even suggested a break.

Seamus felt a pang of pity for them, borne at least halfway out of a sense of camaraderie from having been at the receiving end of Hermione's righteous energy many times, especially for Sean the poor man on the verge of nodding off on his feet.

Well, glad to know I'll be hitting two Nifflers with one stone today.

Seamus approached the gathering.

While the younger wizard and witch continued their fervent scribbling, the elf and wizard acknowledged him with polite nods. Seamus briefly considered waiting for Hermione to finish , but knowing her relentless focus on her tasks, knew it would be a pointless endeavour (not to mention incredibly dull).

"We have to make sure that the rights of all magica-"

He cleared his throat.

The young witch and wizard startled, finally noticing him, eyes dazed, their minds evidently still on their quills.

"And it is positively imperative that the-"

He cleared his throat again, loudly.

"Oh-Seamus," Hermione turned to him, suspiciously unsurprised to see him standing there "Did you need something?"

Seamus knew hat he could declare the Ministry was being besieged by a swarm of pixies, and Hermione would still prioritise finishing her work before addressing the issue, even thoughtshe would undoubtedly resolve it when she did. Seamus was very not inclined to wait. Moreover, the matter he needed to discuss with her was urgent. Thus, in the most expedient manner he knew, he raised an eyebrow and silently mouthed, "Harry."

The impact was instantaneous; Hermione's eyes widened, and with a swift glance around and a hasty apology to the magical folk surrounding her, she began striding purposefully toward the Office of the Aurors.

Seamus blinked, hurrying to catch up.

A familiar expression of panic was settling upon Hermione's face and Seamus winced.

While he had intended to capture her attention, he hadn't anticipated triggering past trauma as well. He took a breath and reached out, cautiously grabbing her hand that was swinging beside her ," Hey- Hey Hermione. Relax, it's nothing serious."

Hermione immediately turned to face him, face tense, "What do you mean?"

Seamus sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, still keeping his hold on Hermiones wand arm, albeit now for self defence rather than comfort.

"Umm, uh-well..Harrylookslikeastraydogthat'sbeenkicked."

Hermione stilled.

You could hear a pin drop in this silence, thought Seamus nervously.

And then.

"What?"came Hermiones voice, dangerously low, her eyes narrowing.

Seamus's tightened his grip on Hermiones wrist as her hand flexed.

"Hermioneee," he whined," I can't keep seeing him like this, alright? Harry looks like a werewolf on his 1000th moon, his hair's going to be sweeping the floor soon.I mean really, someone might actually die tripping over it. Do you want Harry, the man who defeated the Darkest wizard of all time, to end up in Azkaban for indirect wizard slaughter just because he can't deal with a broken heart?"

Hermione's hands had clenched into tight fists, and her hair crackled with energy, a sure sign that her temper was rapidly escalating. Seamus couldn't help but note that this phenomenon seemed to occur particularly often around him.

Huh, figure that.

"Oh look! It's Harry!",he said relieved, pointing behind Hermione.

Hermione whirled around.

And Harry it was.

He was trudging across the hall, shoulders slumped and briefcase held so loosely in his grip there seemed to be at least some form of magic keeping it off the ground.

Hermione's face immediately softened.

"Bingo, " thought Seamus, taking the opportunity to carefully edge away, knowing his transgressions were all but forgotten, at least for the moment.

Seamus looked on as Hermione approached Harry, her touch gentle as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry, who had been walking with his gaze fixed downward in dejection, looked up at her with a lost expression in his eyes. Seamus watched with an ear-splitting grin as the first genuine smile he had seen in days slowly formed on Harry's face in response to something Hermione muttered to him softly.

"And…my work here is done," thought Seamus.

Even though Seamus wasn't sure when it had happened and wasn't going to question how, he knew it as surely as he knew his Hogs tea could knock out a troll, if there was anyone in the world that could get Harry out of a funk, it was Hermione.

And seeing the way Harry was now sheepishly grinning as Hermione poked at his day old robes with utter disgust on her face, Seamus's post-war heightened Irishman-senses were telling him Harry..was going to be okay.

"He might even brush his hair tomorrow," Seamus thought happily, sticking his hands in his pockets as he headed home, whistling a merry tune.

For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow, and so say all of us.