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((I have no idea where this idea came from, but it is set towards the end of HBP, in between Ginny’s breakup with Dean and Harry’s incident with Sectumsempra))

Ginny was the last Gryffindor out of the air, preferring to spend a few minutes doing lazy loop-the-loops in the air rather than wait around for a shower. She landed softly in front of Harry, “Good practice then, eh, Captain? You even caught the snitch that one time. Very impressive.”

Harry glanced up from the bludger he was struggling to latch into its case with a raised eyebrow, “Well perhaps I’ve been a bit distracted, my chasers don’t appear to be able to catch the quaffle. A ball which is large, visible, and most often thrown directly towards them.”

Ginny snorted and propped her broom at the base of the Ravenclaw spectator stand. “Need a hand there, oh great catcher of balls?” Ginny smirked and came over to help wrangle the struggling bludger into the case when Harry suddenly lost his grip and the ball shot up 50 feet into the sky. Harry’s balance was thrown and he fell sideways, managing to crash into Ginny, knocking them both to the ground.

“Ach-”

“Merlin’s-”

“Damn-”

There was a moment of quiet and stillness before they simultaneously burst out laughing.

After another moment, Ginny shoved Harry off of her. “Get off me, you absolute wanker! Merlin’s tits, you are so boney!” Harry obliged and stood, wiping his eyes of tears.

Turning around once more, he offered his hand to a still snickering Ginny, who obliged. Harry pulled her to her feet with perhaps a bit more force than he meant to and Ginny stumbled into him, nearly sending them both to the ground. Harry barely managed to catch her and right them both, shaking with renewed mirth.

Ginny guffawed and clung to him for a moment, body limp from laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

Finally calming, Ginny opened her eyes, inexplicably thinking of her recent breakup with Dean when she saw the bludger hurtling towards them.

“Look out!” Ginny pushed Harry away from her and the bludger zoomed between them, missing Ginny’s nose by inches.

Still chuckling, Harry grabbed his broom and a beater’s bat. “Better take care of that. See you at dinner, Gin?”

Ginny watched him fly off after the offending bludger for a few seconds before turning, smiling back towards the changing rooms.

another Athena cabin kid: Plus, there’s that new kid who got attacked by the Minotaur...

kid: Yep, just like all the other new campers...

kid: You okay, Annabeth?

hp rp ask game

25. Weirdest out-of-context gif?

Boy howdy, I have a couple XD

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“Let me go, you horrid, evil pieces of-“

Seamus’ rants were cut short when Alecto therw him on the floor.

At Snape’s feet.

Where he’s been spending a lot of time, he noticed.

“Will he do?” Alecto asked.

“Yes. Very well.” He adressed the other man in the room. A terrifying man with dirty clothes. “Wait outside. I will get your answers so long as you keep your promise.”

“Greyback will get the werewolves on your side.” He confirmed. Then left, but not before he kicked Seamus on the side, prompting the Irishman to groan in pain and spit on the back of the man’s retreating shoe.

Amycus dragged him to a chair across to the Headmaster’s chair with a clean table separating them.

Snape glided and sat in it, smirking, placing a vial on the table.

“Drink it.”

Seamus actually laughed. If the Weasley Twins taught him anything. Laughing at danger ticks someone off even more. Good.

“Or else what?” Their torture wasn’t new to them and if his answers helped them, his lips were zipped.

Snape ignored him and instead looked at the sister of the duo.

“Alecto, go torture Longbottom.”

Seamus’ heart stopped and the smile dropped.

Neville wasn’t new to the torture either but that doesn’t mean Seamus is about to condemn his friend of seven years to that.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the vial and consumed the potion inside.

Snape and the siblings smiled.

But not the kind of smiles Ron had when Fred and George got him new dress robes, not the smile on Harry and Ginny’s faces when they kissed, not the smile Neville had when he stood up to Snape for the first time.

Not the smile Dean had when he made his first patronus, saying the memory was when he and Seamus first met.

The “teachers” smile meant nothing but pure evil.

“What was that?” He demanded.

Amycus smiled, “Veritaserum.”

“We have some questions, Finnigan.”

“What do you want?” Not that he has a choice. Snape leaned back into the comfortable looking chair-as opposed to the hard chair Seamus was subjected to-and inspected the nails on his right hand.

“That man was Quincy Quentins, a snatcher who says his boss will truly join us,” he motioned to himself, Amycus, and Alecto. “that is if we tell them-“

“Where some mud bloods are hiding.” Amycus interjected. Snape put up his hand.

“We need information on...Dean Thomas.” The second the name came out, Seamus shot up and made a move to the door but the Carrows siblings stopped him and forced him back down.

“So eager to leave, Finnigan.” Amycus taunted.

“I’m not telling you anything!” All his exclamation got in a reply was a slap to the face from Alecto.

“You don’t have a choice.”

They moved back and Seamus swallowed.

“We have to make sure it works.” Amycus voiced.

“Very well. He’s your best friend, true or false?”

“True.” He spat.

Of course, Dean was his best friend. Dean was smart, kind, stubborn, artistic, and beautiful.

If they even think of hurting him-

“You’d do anything for him, true or false?” Snape continued with a smirk Seamus really wants to knock off his face.

He tried to stop it but the potion noticed his hesitation and sent pain throughout his body. Seamus stopped the tears. They were gonna kill Dean and it will be his fault.

“Yes.” He would die for Dean. In a heartbeat.

He wanted it to end. Not just the questions, not just the year, this whole war.

Though, it doesn’t end.

“You know where he is, true or false?”

Seamus could almost smile if his body still wasn’t feeling pain.

“No.”

Snape paused and in back of them, the siblings looked at each other.

“He didn’t tell you were he was going? If he was laying low with family abroad? Or with a fellow runaway?” Snape questioned, his eyes searching for a giveaway.

Seamus managed a smirk.

“No. He wanted to stay safe from sickos like my present company.”

Alecto moved to slap him but Snape held out his hand again.

“Tell me, Mr. Finnigan, do you love him?” Snape whispered dangerously.

“Yes.” He thought fast of a way to save himself when he said that. “He’s my best friend.” It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth.

“Maybe I need to rephrase it. Do you love him, not in a platonic way but in a romantic way, in a way you can’t live without him, in a way he is constantly on your mind, in a way that you can’t wait to hold him again.”

Seamus remained quiet. All of this was true.

“You love him, true or false?”

“...True.” He surrenderd.

Snape chuckled.

“Shame he isn’t here, isn’t it?”

Seamus glared at him.

“If you even think about hurting him-“

“Did he break your heart?”

Seamus paused.

“I already told you I don’t know where he is.”

“And I am punishing you for this ‘army’ and the amount of times you blew something up in my class.”

“He broke you heart, true or false?”

“True.” A piece of his heart left when they had a fight in fifth year and Dean called him a puppet-which he apologized for but Shay sometimes fears he will be a puppet. A chip of his heart when he and Ginny dated. Seamus had no right to tell his crush who to love, Seamus loves Ginny, and he’s happy as long as Dean was, but it still broke a piece of his heart away.

However, what truly broke his heart, what brought him to his knees, sobbing is when Dean left.

“Ah. You hate him for that, true or false?”

Sadistic, Seamus thought.

“False.” But the potion demanded more. “I could never hate him.”

“How sweet.” Alecto mocked.

“My heart melted. Too bad, his mudblood toy will be dead by the end of the week.” Amycus laughed and Semaus lunged at him but Alecto held the student in place.

“Tell me, Finnigan, you wish he was here, true or false?”

“False.” If Dean was here, the best thing that could happen was that he would be sent to Azkaban, the worse being tortured or worse. So, even though it kills Seamus for Dean to not be here, he’s happy Dean has a chance to survive.

Snape leaned forward.

“He loves you back, true or false?” The question made him pause.

He didn’t know. The sleepless nights he spent torturing himself with that question even before the year in hell was more than plenty. He hoped but he doubted it.

Due to the fact, he didn’t know, there could be no answer given.

“Very well, then. Amycus, take him back to Gryffindor tower. Alecto, tell Mr. Quentins to come back. I’m sure I’ll find another way to persuade him.”

They were giving up on finding and turning in Dean. Hopefully forever.

————————————————————————

Meanwhile, in a tent, hidden between trees and a lot of protection spells in a forest, far from Hogwarts, two men sat.

Dean Thomas and Ted Tonks were waiting for Dirk Cresswell to come back with the food.

After escaping the silence with a story of how he purposed to his wife, Ted asked Dean something he’s never been asked before.

“Say, Dean. Have you ever been in love?”

Even though the question is new, he knew the answer immediately.

Dean smiled.