𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖 | 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

it had been months that you were gone. 6, to be exact. 6 months and 15 days, not that seamus was counting. in his defence, the days felt twice as lot without you. searching for horcruxes seemed about as dangerous as it could get. why he’d let you go was beyond him.

seamus sat in the room of requirement, eerily silent despite the sheer number of students surrounding him, his legs curled beneath him. his face was bruised, lip bleeding, shirt untucked and almost grey with dirt. snape was on patrol tonight, he could feel it.

but the eery silence was broke as neville swung the painting open, the passageway they’d seen so many times now filled with a smiling neville (which was oh so rare these days), and harry, and ron, and hermione, but somehow most shocking but most importantly, you.

he leapt to his feet, not stopping to brush the dirt and blood from his clothes as he pushed past other students, shoving them out of his way as he barrelled towards you.