Dean Thomas had always known he was different, so when Minerva McGonagall showed up at his door, he wasn't too surprised.
Within his first week at Hogwarts, he learned how to make a simple potion, float a feather into thin air, and make friends with complete strangers. Dean had never moved, so all of his friends had always been the same, for the most part. They grew up on the same street, went to the same school, and went to the same playground after school. It was a relief that kids at Hogwarts, too, generally liked him. Sure, there were kids like Draco Malfoy, but he found an instant best friend in Seamus Finnegan, and soon after, Lavender Brown and the Patil twins.
Relieved, Dean expected nothing more than a world of grandeur to unfold. He'd become a great wizard, fighting the Dark Arts.
He hadn't expected You-Know-Who to come back. He hadn't expected to mess up his relationship with Ginny Weasley so badly. He hadn't expected to have to lie to his own family. He hadn't expected to sit helplessly at a table in the Great Hall, watching Parvati, Padma, and Seamus being led away by their mothers.
Dean most certainly had not expected the only man You-Know-Who feared to lay dead on the ground.
The funeral was over, but many hadn't left; people spoke softly in small circles, or otherwise looked onto Dumbledore's grave.
Dean walked back towards the castle, bumping into someone with red hair.
"I'm so sorry," Dean told Ginny.
There was an awkward silence as Dean and Ginny's eyes met. They had not spoken since their break up.
Ginny's eyes were different; they were bloodshot, and her face was pale.
At the corner of Dean's eye, he saw Ron, Harry and Hermione having what appeared to be a tense conversation.
She was alone. The people she needed the most were, for whatever reason, occupied with their own mission. A mission that didn't involve her.
"I'm sorry," Dean said again, but this time, he was sorry about things other than bumping into her. He was sorry that he hadn't made things work between them. He was even sorrier that she was in pain.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Ginny asked.
They walked, talking about simple things, like pets and music and the silly habits of their parents. Things that didn't really matter, especially not now, but that they had to focus on for the sake of their own sanity.
Dean never expected the person he would turn to, in a horrible time like this, would be his ex girlfriend.
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Expectations
Date: 2009-07-17 06:45 pm (UTC)Within his first week at Hogwarts, he learned how to make a simple potion, float a feather into thin air, and make friends with complete strangers. Dean had never moved, so all of his friends had always been the same, for the most part. They grew up on the same street, went to the same school, and went to the same playground after school. It was a relief that kids at Hogwarts, too, generally liked him. Sure, there were kids like Draco Malfoy, but he found an instant best friend in Seamus Finnegan, and soon after, Lavender Brown and the Patil twins.
Relieved, Dean expected nothing more than a world of grandeur to unfold. He'd become a great wizard, fighting the Dark Arts.
He hadn't expected You-Know-Who to come back. He hadn't expected to mess up his relationship with Ginny Weasley so badly. He hadn't expected to have to lie to his own family. He hadn't expected to sit helplessly at a table in the Great Hall, watching Parvati, Padma, and Seamus being led away by their mothers.
Dean most certainly had not expected the only man You-Know-Who feared to lay dead on the ground.
The funeral was over, but many hadn't left; people spoke softly in small circles, or otherwise looked onto Dumbledore's grave.
Dean walked back towards the castle, bumping into someone with red hair.
"I'm so sorry," Dean told Ginny.
There was an awkward silence as Dean and Ginny's eyes met. They had not spoken since their break up.
Ginny's eyes were different; they were bloodshot, and her face was pale.
At the corner of Dean's eye, he saw Ron, Harry and Hermione having what appeared to be a tense conversation.
She was alone. The people she needed the most were, for whatever reason, occupied with their own mission. A mission that didn't involve her.
"I'm sorry," Dean said again, but this time, he was sorry about things other than bumping into her. He was sorry that he hadn't made things work between them. He was even sorrier that she was in pain.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Ginny asked.
They walked, talking about simple things, like pets and music and the silly habits of their parents. Things that didn't really matter, especially not now, but that they had to focus on for the sake of their own sanity.
Dean never expected the person he would turn to, in a horrible time like this, would be his ex girlfriend.