Wars, Letters, and Remembrance - Deamus - Harry Potter

Wars, Letters, and Remembrance

 Disclaimer: I'm shit at writing for Seamus. I just had this wonderful idea for a Deamus fanfiction (my all-time Harry Potter OTP) and I needed to write it. I really don't know how he talks, or what type of slang he uses, so bear with me. I'm trying very hard (in other words, I looked up some crap and none of it made its way into the actual story. I apologize). Nevertheless, enjoy. :)

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"Hey, mate?" Seamus asked.

He was accompanied by his best friend, Dean Thomas, who he had met at the beginning of the year.

"We've been friends for forever, haven't we?"

"I wouldn't say forever, Shay." Chuckled Dean. "Less than a year. We're only first years."

"Yeah, but for a while." Seamus reasoned.

"I guess you could say that." Dean said with a shrug.

"What do long-time friends do?" Wondered the Irish.

Dean had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. His best friend was absolutely ridiculous, but he loved him regardless. Not in the icky way, but, you know, as a friend. "I dunno, is there anything we're supposed to do?"

"Not for wizards, at least that I know of. What about Muggles?" Seamus asked him.

Dean thought about it for a minute. "Well, they keep in touch, hang out, send each other letters, really nothing too important."

"That's what we'll do! We'll write letters to each other!" Shouted the blonde haired so suddenly that Dean flinched and his hand stabbed across the page of what he had been drawing.

"Oops, sorry, mate. Gives you more time to write now, though, doesn't it?" Seamus said.

Dean looked down at another one of his failed artworks (ninety nine percent of the time they were screwed up because of his best friend), and he can't stay mad at him for long.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. We'll both start writing now and give it to each other after."

"Nah, Dean, that's too easy." Seamus snorted. "It has to be fun... How about we write letters to each other each year."

Dean had to almost stop himself from frowning. Though Seamus didn't always show it, he was rather brilliant. He was a little jealous he hadn't beaten the Irish to that idea. "Then when are we gonna read them?"

"When we decide the time is right." Seamus said decidedly.

The other boy thought about whining about reading them earlier, but Seamus was incredibly stubborn. Once his mind was made up, there was no changing it. Now was one of those times.

"All right, fine. Let's just get started. Always at the end of each year." Dean agreed.