He just couldn't sit normal. Professor McGonagall had already taken points
away so that Gryffindor was now in the minus.
It was just that the wounds on his back were hurting so bad that he could cry.
But Seamus would never cry. It only made matters worse. That was a lesson he
learned very early, from his father.
When the same man who he loved unconditionally came one night to him to tell
him that he was worthless and only of use for one thing.
Then he beat him up pretty good as he cried out and screamed his father knocked
him out but Seamus had seen his mother entering the room. All would be better
now. He was only eight at the time.
But that wasn't the case. As he woke up he saw his mother looking down on him
telling her father that "it is awake". The words cut him deep and
he didn't really understand them.
"Teach him a lesson, honey. That Brat should learn to be quite!" then
she left the room and everything ended for Seamus.
"Finnigan!" Seamus came out of his thoughts rather violently. McGonagall
was standing in front of him and shouting for him to wake up.
Suddenly the walls seemed to close in on him and he stood up so fast that his
chair fell. He stumbled out with the cries of his classmates following him.
*I can't breath! Why can't I breath???* Were the only thoughts he had.
As he stumbled on he didn't notice that he was in the dungeons till he ran straight into someone and fell down. The only thing he could see was blond hair. The oxygen in his lungs ran out and he couldn't concentrate anymore.
Suddenly someone struck him across the face. That was enough to send him into unconsciousness.
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