|In the Air Tonight
Author: lightblue-Nymphadora PM
"The Truth Shall Make You Free" is the biggest lie Seamus has ever heard. He knows the truth about Harry, and it's keeping him trapped. Dark. Rated for mentions of violence/death. Briefly mentions Seamus/Blaise slash.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Seamus F. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,327 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-17-10 - Published: 07-12-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6135314
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LbN: Guess who's back writing HP fanfic! Hope you guys like the story :)
I can feel it, comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord
I've been waitin' for this moment, all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord?
Seamus looked out over London through his window. He loved the view. They'd been kind enough to give him a decent view of the city. He wasn't insane—he knew that for sure, even if no one else did. He knew because he could still appreciate things. The view from his window, his art, the delicious sticky toffee pudding St. Mungo's served with dinner…. For the insane, life was just one shapeless clump of endlessness. For him…he had happiness (though it was very limited as of late). He had love. And he had a shit ton of regret, and anger, and hate. He had full command of all his bodily functions and if they ever gave him a wand again, he'd have full control of that too.
Unfortunately, that hope had long passed. He sighed and continued drawing. They were going to release him to the custody of his parents soon, but never again would he have the joy of holding a wand. He had to live like a Muggle. He chuckled bitterly. Whatever. He'd be away from the world that had hurt him, and Muggle life couldn't be that bad. His father was a Muggle; he could be too.
"Seamus?" a quiet voice said.
He turned silently and smiled at his nurse, Ava. Another thing he could appreciate was kindness. Ava exuded it. Not the patronizing "I'm-not-bonkers-like-you" sort, but genuine, concerned kindness. "Good morning Ava."
"Good morning, Seamus," she said, bringing him his usual breakfast of fried eggs, tomatoes and toast. "Made your tea extra strong this morning," she told him. "The night supervisor said you've been having trouble sleeping again."
"Thank you," he said.
"You're very welcome. You have a visitor scheduled for today."
"No. Ms. Ginny Weasley called and asked to stop by around 11."
"Right," Seamus said, sipping his tea. "Very well."
She smiled at him again and left the room.
Seamus picked at his tomatoes. Ginny was coming to see him. Since she was no longer Ginny Potter, he was a bit more at ease with this. Only a bit though.
The minutes ticked by, but promptly at 11, the door to his room swung open. Seamus rose and walked to shake his former schoolmate's hand. "How are you?" he asked.
"I'm doing alright," she said.
Immediately, Seamus was at ease. She didn't seem scared, or wary of him like reporters normally were. This might be an okay interview after all…. "I'll expect you'll want an interview."
She smiled. "Not for the Prophet. This is for…my own personal use."
"What's that mean?"
She paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm writing a book on the war, Seamus," she admitted. "More like the effects of the war, actually. What happened to you…I don't like it. I think I understand it though, and I think I can help you."
"I don't understand."
"No one even tried to investigate what happened that night. They all just assumed you were cracked. It's because five years ago, Harry became the world's hero, and no one has gotten over that. The fact is, the war changed people—him most of all. I think he's capable of what you said he did. And if so, then he's not the hero people want. Everyone's in love with the idea of Harry Potter, but they don't know the person. I need to know what you know."
Seamus was quiet for a minute. He didn't really know what to think. "You're saying you believe me?"
"Yes. But I want the whole story."
"No one's ever asked me what happened before," he whispered.
"I know," she said, taking his hand. "But I want to know. I want to get you out of here and back into our world if I can."
"You mean it?"
"Alright. I have to start with the day I confronted him though. You weren't there, so the headlines will make more sense if I tell you what they were talking about…."
LbN: Hope you liked the intro! Send reviews por favor! The winner of the last poll was Ginny/Tonks, so I'll be starting that fic up soon :).