#thbp

harry, taking out his wand:

but we don’t really know that for sure yet.

if the War for the Dawn had happened at the end of the season, as opposed to in the middle, we would never actually get to see what a post-WftD world looks like. we wouldn’t ever get to see the post-WftD characters or the post-WftD political and social climate.

but because the sequence happened this way, there’s the chance that we will.

i mean lbr, there’s also the chance that it will just be like “HOKAY! this parts over so just ~SHAKE IT OFF~ we’re moving right along like it NEVER EVEN HAPPENED!”

but there is a possibility that we will get to see the consequences and reverberations and ripples caused by the Long Night and what happened during it.

Ask:

Also, I'm like dying for some really cute Seamus Finnigan stuff. I was wondering if you could write one where they're in sixth year, and Seamus manages to blow up their potion, and the reader was told by Slughorn to help clean Seamus up. While she's doing that, she fails to notice him staring at her, until he kisses her. I love your stuff, btw ❤❤

A/N: I was originally going to put the reader in Slytherin because ya girl loves Slytherin/Gryffindor pairings but decided to just not mention the readers house as I don’t know the house of the girl who requested it and it makes it easier for the audience to picture themselves you feel me?. Also I got locked out of this account for ages and forgot about it but I’m back and better than ever 

Seamus Finnigan. Y/N’s crush since he tried to turn water to rum in their first year. And now the partner assigned to y/n in potions for the remainder of the year, since their best friend used a product from Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes to feign ailment in the first and most important class of the year. Whilst y/n was usually a fairly confident and outgoing person around friends, it seemed they had lost their voice upon being paired up with Seamus, despite his best efforts to crack jokes and make light hearted conversation.

“Did you see Snape’s hair today Y/N? Maybe in celebration of becoming the DADA teacher he had himself a bath!”

Y/N laughed along a little, trying to focus on brewing the Draught of Living Death Potion, chopping the Valerian root carefully. Perhaps if they were the most successful pair, Y/n could take the Felix Felicis and have enough luck to ask Seamus out successfully.

Seamus tried to continue, “I can imagine Snape acting scary while teaching but secretly having a rubber duck and a bubble bath in his own time. The prince of self care” he laughed to himself. Staring at y/n as they smirked at him yet still avoided eye contact.

Seamus groaned internally, his jokes were weak and y/n probably hated that they were paired together.

“Hey, even Snape deserves to indulge in himself every once in a while. You’re probably jealous because if you tried to take a bubble bath, you’d somehow blow up the whole bathroom” Y/n joked, feeling slightly more at ease now that they had something to laugh at.

Yet just like the potion before them, Y/N’s nerves still brewed just beneath the surface.

The small talk and occasional jokes continued until y/n somehow spilt the entire beaker of water onto them, the beaker shattering, and shattering the quiet of the classroom with it. Causing a few peers around them to look over. Whilst this was something y/n could usually laugh off, the event happening right next to Seamus made their stomach drop and heat rise to their cheeks.

“It’s no big deal y/n, just grab another one and we can fix the broken beaker with a simple spell later”! Seamus tried to comfort y/n noticing the growing agitation in his partner.

Y/N nodded at Seamus, approaching Professor Slughorn to grab a new beaker, and certain that they now had a very little chance of winning the potion of luck.

Meanwhile, Seamus who had done very little to help with brewing up the sleeping potion decided to add in a few more ingredients whilst Y/N was gone. He may not be very good at potions but surely he could do one thing. The potion had currently resembled a smooth blackcurrant-coloured liquid, meaning Y/N must have just placed in the Valerian roots. The liquid slowly turned into a deep purple as he poured in the entire bowl of Sopophorous bean juice into the cauldron. A smile broke out onto Seamus' face and his confidence grew as he realised he must have done it right. He was sure now that within no time at all Slughorn will give them the Felix Felicis and he will have enough luck to ask Y/N out.

Continuing, as to speed up the process, he poured all seventeen drops of Valerian root into the cauldron as Y/N approached with the new beaker in hand… Wait seventeen? That couldn’t be right. The potion which had turned from its most recent deep purple to a tar back started to steam, and he looked back to the instructions. Seven.

The state of the potion and the look of panic on Seamus’ face caught Y/Ns attention, “What did you-”

An explosion sounded before y/n could finish. Seamus, along with their lab desk and belongings, was lilac from head to toe

“Seamus, the potion was meant to be lilac, not you” Y/n laughed upon assessing that no one was hurt and no serious damage was done.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” A shocked Slughorn sounded alarmed as he ran to where the two sixth years were standing.

“Too much, um…” Seamus blinked slowly, drowsiness taking over him. “Too much valerian root” he managed to expel from his mouth.

Slughorn peered into the cauldron, eyeing the last remnants of the Draught of Living Death. “Whilst the potion seems to be in excellent form, Mr. Potter achieved the same results without nearly blowing up my classroom,” he began, pointing at Harry, who was trying to hold off laughter directed towards his friends purple face, and nodding seriously as Slughorn looked at him.

“Finnigan. Y/L/N. You can both stay back after class to clean both yourselves and my classroom up. Harry, as you are the only one who has successfully gotten to the half-way point in the potion, you will be rewarded the Felix Felicis. And as for the rest of the class, you are all dismissed”.

The class piled out of the potions room slowly, Harry being the last one as Slughorn had to explain to him the risks of taking Felix Felicis. Finally Slughorn turned to Seamus and y/n who stood staring at their mess. “He will be fine once all of it is cleaned off of his body, but until then do not let him fall asleep.” Slughorn addressed Y/N before leaving. Y/N grabbed some cleaning supplies and with that Seamus began to clean the table in a lethargic nature.

“Hold still.” Y/n whispered, as they began to wipe away the remnants of the potion that lingered on Seamus’ skin.

Y/N’s stomach was doing somersaults, being so close to their long term crush. And noticing every little detail. The pairs faces mere inches apart; Seamus’ exhales became y/n’s inhales as they shared a single breath. Y/N could not make eye contact out of fear that their love for Seamus would become utterly obvious.

However, unbeknownst to y/n who had taken extreme interest in wiping Seamus’ face with a cloth, he looked at them with stars in his eyes. Overwhelmed and heart beating like a car alarm.

Slowly he took his hands to their face, wiping away the single drop that had landed on Y/N’s cheek. Seamus didn’t know what was coming over him, perhaps his Gryffindor nature was shining through because suddenly he felt an overwhelming sense of bravery. Y/n  looked up at him and simultaneously the pair leaned in, closing the space between them. Y/N was seeing stars, ecstatic that this was actually happening. The kiss lasted what seemed like an eternity as their lips intertwined, but every moment was pure bliss. Seamus certainly wasn’t going to fall asleep after this. When they pulled apart, both parties were gasping for air and grinning from ear to ear.