I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

Cassie Horan

A/N: Inspiration and some ideas from this chapter come from my friend Cassie, who at lunch today gave me some ideas so I could update. And they're amazing ideas. And I've decided to add her in as a thank you.  So be ready for awesomeness.

P.S., don't forget that Emma's outfit is always in the external link, unless she's supposed to be wearing her uniform. :)

I went with Seamus to Ireland that summer. My parents thought I would be safer there. Of course I was pissed off that I couldn't stay with the order.

"Oh, Emma!" Mrs. Finnigan exclaimed and pulled me into a tight hug as soon as we entered Seamus' cottage. "You gave your life for Seamus. For my boy. I don't know whether to thank you or scold you but you're the bravest person I've ever known."

"Thanks, Mrs. Finnigan. I couldn't live knowing I could've done something."

Mrs. Finnigan didn't say anything, but finally released the hug.

"It's nice to see you again, Emma." Mr. Finnigan said.

"You too. I've never been to Ireland before. Although I've always wanted to see it."

"Maybe I could show you around the village, then." Seamus suggested.

I nodded, "That'd be great."

"After you two eat something." Mrs. Finnigan added.

After we ate a delicious meal Mrs. Finnigan cooked, Seamus showed me around the village.

"They're mostly muggles. But there are some witches and wizards, too." He said, then pointed to a house? "For example, over there is where the Horan's live. They have two children. Niall and Cassandra -- Although she prefers to be called Cassie -- and they're both witches and wizards. Niall has just graduated Ireland Acadamy for Gifted Wizards this year. And Cassie's transfering to Hogwarts next year. She'll be in our year."

"Cool!" I said. "We should go meet her."

"Good idea. Come on." He said. He led me up the path to the Horan's house and knocked on the door.

A boy with blond hair answered, and said, "Seamus! You're back for the summer! Who's this?"

"Oh, this is my girlfriend Emma."

"You mean the one you never shut up about?" he teased.

Seamus glared and him though he blushed.

I smiled, "We heard your sister Cassie is transfering to Hogwarts next year and wanted to know if she wanted to walk with us amd we could talk about Hogwarts."

He nodded, "I'm sure she'd love that!"

He turned around and shouted, "Hey Cassie! Seamus is back for the summer and he brought Emma!"

I heard footsteps, and a girl appeared at the door. "Hi! I'm Cassie." she said.

"Emma Torret." I replied.

"They wanted to know if you would like to go for a walk with them and talk about Hogwarts." Niall informed her.

She nodded.

We took off down the path and Seamus talked about his childhood memories. I asked Cassie about her and her brother and she said, "Niall's actually in a world famous muggle band called One Direction."

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded "They're all wizards as well."

"Cool. What about you?"

"Nothing much. I'm not very intresting."

"Of course you are! What school did you go to?"

"Well I'm currently going to Ireland Acadamy for Gifted Witches. I'm tired of being such a conformative school. What's Hogwarts like?"

Seamus and I told her all about the teachers, and the four houses, and gave her a run down of all the big things that have happened.

"Wait. Harry Potter goes to your school?"

Seamus and I nodded. "He's our friend. He doesn't really like the attention, though."

"I wonder what house I'll be sorted in." she said.

"Don't worry about Slytherin it's not all bad. I mean, Draco Malfoy might have been a bit bad at first, but he's changed. I know a few cool Slytherins, too."

"I can't wait to go to Hogwarts."

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I was sitting in the guest room looking at the sphere with my prophecy in it. It was so odd -- I mean -- I'm just me. Why would I have such an important prophecy? Or a prophecy at all? Especially one that could change so much?

There was a knock on the door and I quickly put the sphere back in my bag.

"Me mam made dinner," Seamus said.

"Alright," I replied, and got up. I made sure to slide the bag under the bed before walking out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen.