Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK does, I just own this really strange freaky idea that's been playimng around in my head since I saw 'Don't Say A Word' on tv.

Like A Child

Chapter Three, Tears

A year had passed since Seamus had been institutionalised and Harry Ron and Hermione visited him as much as possible. Dean refused to see Seamus in this state, as did Neville. Today they were helping Seamus tape more pictures to the walls of his room.

"Hey look," Hermione said quietly, showing harry one of the pictures. On it were six people, one had a lightning scar on their forehead and over the top glasses, another had really frizzy hair and another was really tall and with spiky red hair.

"It's us," Harry said, not understanding.

"But look who the others are," Hermione persisted. Harry did look and then he understood. One had dark skin, another was chubby and carrying a green blob and the last had long red hair. "Ginny's only visited once and Dean and Neville never have. That means he must have dreamed them."

"Seamus? Who are these other people?" Harry asked. Seamus blinked before answering.

"They always in the dreams in the nice place, the nice-colour one is always drawing something, the girl always laughing and the other boy always tripping up. Is that bad?" Seamus asked innocently.

"No it's good, very good," Hermione said quickly.

Neville peered through the window for first time the day after the trio's visit. He hadn't been able to stand seeing seamus until now, not with the fact that his parents were also insane and his Grand-Mother on her death bed.

Seamus was on the windowsill, humming to himself and stroking the glass. He seemed to sense someone was at the door and turned to look at Neville.

Neville flinched at Seamus's appearance, so like his parents, thin, pale, bags under his eyes. Seamus waved at him shyly and Neville having been brought up that not returning a wave was impolite waved back.

Seamus smiled innocently and indicated for Neville to come in. Neville shook his head slowly, but paused when he saw the tears well up in Seamus's eyes. Suddenly the Irish boy-no he was a man now flung himself down on the bed crying.

Neville, extremely worried forgot the sadness in his heart, opened the door and rushed to Seamus's side. Seamus's was sobbing incoherantly about scaring the nice man from his dream away.

"No Seamus, I'm here, you didn't scare me away," Neville said quietly, putting his hand on Seamus's shoulder. Seamus continued to wail loudly and Neville started to shake, this was how his mum got when she got upset. "Please Seamus, stop crying." Seamus sniffled and wiped his cheeks, gazing at Neville with his lips trembling.

"Want a hug," Seamus mumbled childishly. Neville froze, he hadn't hugged anyone since he was four, when his parents...when they...yes. Taking a deep breath he pulled Seamus into his amrs and rubbed his back as he remembered his mum doing when he was upset. Seamus pressed his face into Neville's shoulder and sobbed, not for any real reason, just because it felt good to sob.

And Neville shocked himself by crying withhis Irish friends, vrying for his parents , for his gran, for his friends and for himself. Especially for himself.

A/N There we go. Aw poor Seamus, don't you wanna give him a hug too?