The death of one will cripple many. The life of one will strengthen few. Why is it that we don't appreciate the ones we have? I wrote this as I was playing the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 video game, when Seamus is setting the explosives. And I wondered to myself 'What if…'
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No.
The boy in his arms can't be dying.
No.
Because Seamus loves him like his own flesh and blood; his own courageous brother.
No.
Neville Longbottom shouldn't have been on that bridge.
No.
Seamus shouldn't have touched that pile of old sticks.
No.
Everything near him turns to ash.
No.
He cannot save him.
No.
Explosions.
No.
That's all Seamus is.
No.
And now Neville is, too.
No.
"Please"
No.
"Bye, Shay. It's been great."
No.
"No Neville please no. Don't you die; don't you become another one of my messes"
No.
But then Neville Longbottom has escaped this world.
No.
And in the distance, a war rages on.
No.
And here, Seamus Finnigan weeps.
No.