I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

Not Over

You know when I said when they were sending their kids off to Hogwarts I knew they lived? Because I was there. And I was alive. Let me tell you how it happened.

Third Person P.O.V.

Seamus Finnigan was kneeling beside Emma after the Battle of Hogwarts was over. He pulled something out of his pocket. Crying, he flipped it open. It was a box. And in it was a ring.

"I never got to ask you." he whispered, holding her cold hand. "You said your destiny was to save everyone. But you didn't save me. You saved me every day just by being there. Alive. I know your destiny was great and wonderful, but I didn't think it'd hurt me so much. I know I sound selfish. It's just that -- I thought seeing everyone reunited with those who they love would make me feel better. But it didn't. I guess I really didn't deserve you, did I? You are -- were a wonderful person. It kills me to speak about you in past tense. And you were brave. What am I? Nothing. I don't understand why whoever told that prophecy hates me so much --" he let out a half-hearted laugh. "But if I ever see them they're getting a good punch in the face. If only the necklace still worked. But it broke when you had to use it."

He looked down at the ring again. "Stupid war. You'll never get to see it. I know, if whoever controls these prophecies can hear me, I want to tell them that you can save so many more people. It's what you were born to do. It's what you died for. But I know that if you were alive you'd find a way to keep doing it. I know this is going to sound stupid. I mean, I've said it so many times, but -- Please wake up."

A twitch of the hand. Her hand twitched.

"Emma?" he asked. "Emma!"

Her hand got warmer. "Emma! She's moving!" he shouted. People crowded around her.

"Emma, Emma please wake up, come on." Emma's mother said.

Madam Pomfrey bustled forward and put an ear to her heart. "It's -- I don't believe it -- it's starting! Her heart beat is speeding up to it's normal pace. How is this even possible, I --"

An intake of breath. Emma shot up. "Seamus."

It was the first thing she said.

"Emma!" he cried and hugged her tightly. "God, I thought -- I just kept asking you to wake up hopelessly and you -- you did!"

"Seamus, what did you say?" she asked.

"I -- I said that you never did finish your destiny. Because you save me everyday. And that I knew you'd find a way to save so many more lives."

"Seamus, you spoke directly to the prophecy. Do you know what that takes?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"A gift, Seamus. It's very rare. Maybe that's why we were drawn to each other. It was another unwritten part of the prophecy."

"Emma, I -- was going to ask you after the battle was over. Which I guess it is now, but --"

He handed her the box, and she looked inside it. Looking back up at him she smiled, and kissed him.

"So. . I take that as a yes?"

She nodded and laughed.

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Emma's P.O.V.

We didn't get married until three years after that.

"Elizabeth, say hello to Uncle Neville for us!" Seamus called after our daughter.

She walked over to me. "Mum'll do it for me, Dad. She works at Hogwarts, too."

I was the Proffesor of Astronomy, and Neville was the Herbology Proffesor.

"Alright. You're still coming home every weekend?" he asked me, and I nodded. "I can't let you take care of Ella by yourself."

"I want to go to Hogwarts now!" Ella complained.

"One more year, Ella." Seamus said.

The train whistle blew, and Cassie said next to me, "You and Rose are so adorable, Scorpius."

He blushed red, "Shut up, Mum. Bye Uncle Niall. Bye Dad. Bye Mum."

Draco laughed at his son and Niall and Cassie smiled.

The kids all borded the train and we all stood waving at them. Riley and George, Fred and Angelina, Seamus and I, Cassie and Draco, Harry and Ginny, Remus and Tonks, and everyone else.

Then there's also Harry (Styles), Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Louis who were all honorary god fathers of Elizabeth and Ella. Harry was the only one actually written down legally as their God Father though.

We all smiled after the second generation and knew,

All was well.