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?
Ginny walked down the hall to Seamus's room with Tonks. "So with Seamus's statement, will that be enough?"
"Enough to arrest Harry, but not enough to convict," Tonks said. "Unfortunately, while the Wizengamot will take what happened into consideration, especially with the Verification Legilimensy you did, the word of someone who's been locked up in St. Mungo's for three years isn't going to count for too much." Seeing Ginny's crestfallen face, Tonks squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry. The other incidents are pretty telling. It'll be okay."
When they got to Seamus's room, there was a crowd of nurses and Healers around it.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked.
"Seamus killed himself this morning," one of the Healers said quietly. "I believe Healer Pratchett wants to see you inside."
In shock, Ginny made her way into the room. Healer Pratchett, whom she'd met on one other occasion, was trying to console Seamus's nurse, Ava. She looked around the room. Everything was piled neatly onto the desk. Seamus's body had been removed. "What happened?" she asked softly.
"Ava found him when she brought in the breakfast tray," Healer Pratchett said as another nurse led Ava out of the room. "He hanged himself. He left this for you," he said, passing her a folded sheet of parchment.
With a deep breath, she began to read:
I'm sorry if this upsets you, but it had to be this way. When you first came to see me, I thought I would be able to go back to living the way I had. I can't. That night changed everything for me. I finally saw the Wizarding World's savior for what he was—a man who sees the world in black and white, good and bad. I can't live in a society where that man is put above the law. Know that talking to you about this has put me at peace. I leave everything I have to my parents, except my drawings and my ring. Those, I leave to you. If ever you see Harry Potter again, tell him that the pain will catch up to him one day. I wish you all the best. Goodbye.
~Seamus M. Finnigan
Ginny was shaking as she set the note on the desk. She flipped through the art book closest to her. Pictures of Blaise, of his parents, of what happened that night all stared up at her. On the last page was a drawing of the view from Seamus's window.
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