In his life, especially in his scolarity in the wizarding school, Seamus saw a lot of fires - he was, actually, the cause of it the most of the time.
But seeing Hogwarts consumed by the flames, even if it was for the good cause, tore something in the very inside of him. Hogwarts had been his house for years, the place where he met all his closest friends and a lot of persons he admired. The place where he met Dean. He had very many good memories here.
Dean and Seamus met on their first year, in the Hogwarts Express. Seamus had arrived at the last minute, so there was only one compartment that was not completely full. There was, actually, only one student in the compartment number 17 : a boy who looked as friendly as stressed.
Seamus thought it was great ; himself was a bit anxious at the idea of meet all these persons.
- Hey ! Can I sit down with you ? He asked.
- Hi ! Yes, you can come here.
They both smiled timidely at each other, before starting a conversation. Since this day, they never separated.
And today ? Today, the both of them were engaged in a magic war against the Dark Lord himself. How could it all have gone so wrong ?
Dean had been in run for months. These same months during which Seamus stayed at Hogwarts, being tortured, seeing the most horrible things he saw in his seventeen-years existence, an unending worrying about his best friend consuming his heart day and night.
So when the tall boy returned to Hogwarts, Seamus couldn't help but runing into his arms. He shoved his head in Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeats. He was alive, and it was the only important thing. Then, the two of them began to fight the Dark Lord's army, next to all their friends.
At least, those who remained. An important count of people, students like adults, found the dead since the start of the battle. Seamus prayed every day that Dean will never be one of them.
Too tired to fight, Seamus decided to take care of injuried people. A lot of bodies were lying on the ground, distorted for the most of them.
Too busy trying to put a compress back in place, the Irish boy didn't noticed immediatly the newcomer in the hall. But when he turned around, hearing a familiar voice moaning in pain, he started to tremble.
- Dean !
Seamus ran to his bestfriend, supported by Neville and Ron so he could walk.
- We entrust him to you, Neville said, we have to go back to fight.
- O-okay...
Seamus really tried to keep his calm. Really. But Dean was hurt. A large gash was runing across his left hip, hes knees were bloody, and he needed stitches at various spots on his head.
Seamus' hands were shaking. He didn't know where to begin.
- Okay, uh... first, you must sit down... Oh my god, Dean...
He helped his best friend to sit on the ground, then he began to check if he wasn't injuried at any other places, stuttering words and sentences that didn't made any sense.
- My god Dean... How... It can't- It cant be... I swear that if... Oh Dean...
Seamus began the care on the hip first, bandaging the wound. He couldn't help but panick, kneeling next to the person he loved the most bleeding in pain.
- Calm down, Shay, said Dean difficultly but yet smiling.
Seamus' thoughts were going all over the place.
- Dean, I- I can't, you're hurt, oh god...
- Seamus, look at me.
Seamus did, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Dean smiled weakly again, reaching a hand on Seamus' cheek.
- You're beautiful.
- No no no no no no no, I strictly forbid you to talk like that.
- Like what ?
- As if you were going to die.
- Seamus, there's other people with better chances to survive who need your help...
- No no no, for the moment it's you I take care of. And stop talking like that. You will survive. I swear.
Dean stopped talking, only grimacing when Seamus was a little too abrupt.
- Sorry...
- It's alright, don't worry. You do your best.
- I hope it won't become infected...
Seamus was still shaking.
- Whatever happens, Shay, keep that in mind : it's not your fault. I would never blame you for anything, and I'd like you to do the same.
- Please, Dean. Please stop.
- Seamus...
- Okay.
He stopped all care. He talked again :
- Now listen to me. Look at me.
- I always did...
- I know...
The Irish boy put a hand on his bestfriend's cheek.
- Listen. When all of this will be over, I swear I will take you on a date, and then I will make you so fucking happy that you will be grateful you didn't die here today, okay ?
Dean opened the mouth in shock.
- Seamus, you...
The smaller one continued the care.
- Yes, Dean. I love you since 3 years. That's why I won't let you die right now, but for that you have to help me. I didn't planned to loose the guy I'm in love with since 4th year, and it's not today that it will change. So, I fucking beg you, let me take care of you.
Seamus' voice cracked on the last sentence. A single tear rolled along his cheek.
Dean slightly smiled.
- Okay.
Then he tried to straighten, in vain. Seamus whispered :
- Dean, what are you trying to do ? Please, don't move.
- I want to kiss you.
Seamus suspended his gestures.
- You do ?
- I'm into you since, like, 5th year.
And then, without any hesitation Seamus kissed his bestfriend.
And the both of them knew that it was gonna be alright.
The place was still in fire, so was Seamus' heart.
But for once, it wasn't his fault.