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Season of the Wolf

Chapter 5

In the Garden

They drank their punch and left the cups on the table, and then Seamus led her to a gate leading into the garden. The kissing gate was housed in a hedge arbor. The hedge, as tall as Lavender could reach, surrounded a garden that had taken the natural landscape into its design. It melded into the hillside, using the natural landforms and trees as accents to the plantings of roses, other flowers, and shrubs. Lavender, whose father fancied himself quite the gardener, was impressed.

            "Your mum does well, this is beautiful," she said.

            "Dad, Mike and I help when we can, but it's mostly Mam. Me great grandfather designed it a hundred years ago. He saw Stourhead and wanted a smaller version here." Seamus led her to a bench and they sat.

            The moonlight illuminated the garden, and night blooming jasmine scented the air as they took in the beauty around them.

            "You have a very special home, Shay. I'm glad you brought me," she said as she snuggled into his side. "Thank you."

            "No, Lav, it’s me should be thanking you," he said sincerely. "You made me come, and if you hadn't I don't know when, if ever, me mam and me would have come to terms." He looked at her then up at the moon. "Tomorrow night?"

            "Yeah, the girls will be gathering at the Burrow this time, and then we'll be off to our special place."

            "You're quite the group, your little club," he said, smirking.

            "Yeah, it's really helped all of us. It started with them coming together to help me, but we've become so much more than that. It's the best thing I've ever done."

            She leaned against him, closed her eyes, and basked in the moonlight. "I must be the only werewolf that loves the moon, she's so beautiful."

            "Yes, she is," Seamus said looking down at her and not meaning the moon at all.

            "It's not all bad, Shay," she said. "The worst thing is that I can't have a baby." There was a hint of deep sadness in her voice. Seamus hugged her a little closer, and a melancholy smile played on her face. "But really the only other bad part for me is the stigma." She looked up at him. "It's made me strong. Not just physically, I mean I know the work I've done with my brother, Rowan, has made me pretty fit, but emotionally. Like your mum said, I don't take any guff. I wasn't like that two years ago."

            "I don't know … we were all pretty tough by the end o' last April. You were kicking some Death Eater arse before Lestrange blasted the stairs apart."

            "Is that why you killed him?" She had never asked before.

            "Oh, that was one o' many reasons, Lav. I think he was the one who killed Colin, and I didn't know, but I though he might have just killed you. I was looking for him, and I found him. He was merciless, so I gave him just as good."

            "Thanks," she said and let out a long contented sigh. He wrapped his arms around her, and she laid her hands on his. "Mmm, this is nice, but we should get back to London or Floo Luna soon."

            "We can stay if you want. Sheighly and Elric 'll be heading home tonight, so you can have her room I think."

            "Your mum wouldn't mind?" she asked.

            "No, I'm fairly certain Mam wouldn't mind," he said, smiling to himself.

            "Alright, let's stay tonight, Shay. Shall we go and Floo Luna?"

            "I'll go," he said as he reluctantly slid from behind her. "You stay here and enjoy the garden and the moon. I'll get everything set with Mam and Luna, then I'll be back, okay?"

            "Okay, Shay," she said, and he bent and kissed her hand.



            On his way back to the tent Seamus passed his sister and brother-in-law heading into the garden. "Heading home then?" he asked them.

            "Yes, Seamus. We're just taking a walk through the garden, and then we’ll Apparate back to Dublin," his sister replied in her soft brogue. "There's your three nieces and your nephew waiting at home with only the one sitter. Erin's ready for us to be back and take 'em off her hands, I'm sure."

            "Lavender's at the bench if you want to say hello," he told them.

            "We'll do that, Shay," Elric said, and they turned and went through the gate.

            Seamus, with a spring in his step, walked toward the tent, and was suddenly struck by the thought that he was smiling more today than he had in a very long time. I might be in trouble here, he thought, and smiled even more broadly. Mr. "last living bachelor" is in it deep, isn't he? he asked himself. Aye, Seamus my lad, but you couldn't ask for better trouble to be in, could you?

            He was still chuckling to himself when he entered the tent. He strode up to his mother and father. "Mam, Dad, if you don' mind Lavender and I would like to stay tonight. I'll take me old room and Lav can have Sheighly's if that's fine with you."

            His mother broke into a broad grin. "That'd be just grand, Seamus."

            "You two for breakfast then?" his father asked.

            "Yeah, Dad, that'd be great," Seamus said. "I need to use the Floo and let me flatmates know we'll be staying"

            His mother hugged him. "It'll be good to have you here in the morning," she said. "Michael's been stayin' at the tree farm most nights, and the old house needs people."

            His father rested his hand on Seamus's shoulder. "Well then, if we don' see you before morning, thank you for coming, Son."

            "Thanks, Dad," Seamus said and turned toward the house. "I'll just go and Floo Luna."



            The old fireplace was just as he remembered, and the green jar that held the Floo powder was in its place on the mantelpiece. As he took a handful he noticed the clock on the mantelpiece was telling him it was already past ten. Oh crap, he thought. We told her we'd Floo by ten. Crap, crap. "Crap," he said out loud. He knew his flatmates. After ten their clothing generally became much more scant, and their activities much more adult.

            "Well, nothing for it," he sighed. "Dean and Luna, London," he said as he threw the powder in the fireplace. He closed his eyes and stuck his head in the fire.

            "Oh yes, Dean, just like that," he heard Luna say.

            "Um, Dean, Luna? Lav and I are staying tonight. Sorry I didn't Floo sooner but we lost track o' the time."

            There was a rustling of fabric and a few thumps. "You can open your eyes now Seamus," Luna said.

            Dean was sitting on the couch in their sitting room grinning from ear to ear, and Luna was lying on her side with her feet in Dean's lap. They were covered by a blanket, and Seamus knew that there was nothing covering them under it. "Sorry to interrupt," he said.

            Luna smiled brightly "Oh, we hadn't got to active coitus yet, so it's fine. Things went well with your family?"

            Seamus chuckled. Luna, he thought to himself. "Very well, thanks. We'll be home tomorrow before Lav needs to get to the Burrow."

            "Lav having a good time?" Dean asked snickering.

            "Seems to be," Seamus said happily. "She's out in the garden, so I'll just leave you to … well what ever it was you were doing"

            "Oh, Dean was experimenting with various tongue speeds and techn—" Dean put his hand on her hip. "Was I about to do it again?" she asked him.

            "Yes, my love."

            "Oh, I'm sorry, Seamus. I'm still getting used to not talking about sex." She turned to Dean. "I really don't understand why people are so embarrassed to talk about it. I mean the—"

            "I'll see you tomorrow," Seamus said laughing, and he pulled himself from the fireplace.

            Seamus was walking back to the garden when he met his sister and brother in law coming back across the lawn.

            His sister stopped him. "I'd like to talk to Seamus for a minute, love," she said to Elric.

            "I'll just get our coats then." He walked off toward the house.

            Sheighly fixed Seamus with the same look his mother used, and he had to smile. "What'd be on your mind, Sheighly?" he asked.

            "She's a lovely girl, Seamus. You'll be bringing her round again?"

            "Maybe, Mam and me have made our peace, so I think I'll be around a bit more often," he answered. "But that's not the question you want to ask, is it?"

            Sheighly straightened and grinned. "Elric and I just had a nice chat with Lavender. She fancies you it's plain, and she's not a slag, so I'd be fair disappointed if you took advantage of her." Her smile faded. "Will you be making me sad little brother?"

            Seamus shook his head. "Everyone in the family likes her. It'd be pretty stupid o' me to treat her raw, you'd all kick my arse."

            "Aye, we would. So, what do you see in your future?"

            "I hadn't been thinking about that until recently, Sheighly," he said, honestly. "Lav and I have been friends for a good long time. It's almost too easy with her, but I'm starting to see that there's something to this thing that me friends are on about all the time."

            Sheighly grinned and nodded. "And what would that be, little brother?"

            "They're all either committed or engaged, and I've always been the free one, the one that played around. I thought that they were tying themselves down to soon, that we had more playing to do. I'm beginning to see their point. They've all been saying love was gonna catch me - it may have."

            "Well, you would have a hard time findin' a better girl than the one we left at the swing, that's certain," Sheighly said. "She's kind and polite, and according to Mike, wicked fast with a wand."

            "She's a lot more than that, Sheighly," he said. "Lavender's had a hard life the last year and a half. She was hurt bad during the battle, and it was a long road back for her. She's tough in ways a lot o' folk can't comprehend. You've seen her at her best, here; I've seen all of it, and she's more special than I can tell you."

Sheighly smiled knowingly. You've got it bad, little brother, and you don't even know it yet, she thought. "She's a lovely girl, and that Mam approves this quickly … I'm a bit jealous. Took her months to warm to Elric."

"That didn't really surprise me, Sheighly. They're a bit alike," —he grinned— "but not too much, though."

"That's good, Seamus." She drew him into a hug. "Take care, little brother, and take good care o' the girl."

He hugged her back, and then stepped away. "She's at the swing then?"

"Aye. Come round more often, Seamus, and bring Lavender with you."

"I'll try, Sheighly. Thanks."



            Lavender sat on the garden swing bathed in the moonlight, and Seamus watched her for a good five minutes as she stared at the moon and gently rocked. He couldn't believe he had overlooked how beautiful Lavender was. For the last year and a half she had just been one of his mates, a friend that he spent time with. That was over now, his mother was right. The moon streaming through her hair made it shimmer, and as he contemplated the outline of her face he could just see the shadow of the wolf. He chuckled to himself; the last living bachelor was screwed. Dean, Harry, and Ron were going to kick his arse, because at that moment Seamus realized that he was rather quickly falling in love with Lavender. She seemed to be quite warm to him too. As she swayed he could see her smiling happily, most of the time her eyes were closed and occasionally she giggled at some thought. He chuckled to himself again, roused himself from his reveries, and strode up to her.

            "Always liked this swing," he said as he leaned against the tree.

            "I love it here, Shay," she said. "I hope it's better with you and your family, because this place is so beautiful, and it suits you. It brings you out." She blushed. "Ah, I'm just babbling, must be the whiskey."

            "Nah, you're right," he said as he stepped around behind her and began gently pushing her in the swing. "I'd forgotten how much I love this place too. It's me home, always will be."

            "Things okay with you and your mum?" she asked.

            "Much better now, thanks to you."

            "You two are a lot alike, Shay. She asked me if I took any 'guff'. I told her no."

            Seamus laughed and stroked down her hair as she swung back to him. "No you don't, do you."

            "No, and neither do you. That's what the problem between you is. She wants you to be strong, and have your own mind; she just wasn't quite ready for it so quickly."

            "That's kinda what she said. You're good."

            "It's a girl thing; Parvati and Padma's parents took it even worse." She laughed for a moment at the memory. "After sixth year, and the funeral, Death Eater attacks… they were insisting that Parv and Padma stay home. Shocked the shit out of them when their little angels openly defied them, packed their bags, and came back to school."

            "Didn't know that," he said, laughing with her. "They okay now?"

            "Not really, their mum is starting to be more civil, but their dad is still royally pissed off." She smiled. "The girls are good, though. They say that they can wait him out. He's been mad at them before, but he'll come round, just like your mum."

            He stepped around to the front of the swing, and when she swung up to him he gracefully lifted her into his arms. They stood in an embrace, looking into each other's eyes. "I can't thank you enough for making me come and coming with me, but I'd like to try." He kissed her.

            They stood in the garden, the moon washing them in a silver spotlight as they slowly swayed. They were tender and gentle, carefully moving their hands over each other's backs, and caressing each other with lips and tongue. Lavender was swept up. She forgot every thing about the war, her injuries, being a werewolf - all of it. It was just her and Seamus, there in a beautiful garden in the moonlight, and this marvelous, handsome man wanted her, and only her.



Margaret Finnigan stood in the window of her bedroom. It had been a good day. Her son was home, and they had come to terms. He was a man now and she'd treat him as one. He'd earned it. This girl he'd brought, she'd been hard as nails, but gentle, and Margaret saw in her a strength she'd hardly ever seen, except when she looked in a mirror. Yes, the boy could do far worse. She watched Seamus over the garden hedge as he swung the girl, she could almost hear his thoughts, his body language was so plain.

"He's falling for you, girl. Best be ready," she said to herself.

"He is, is he?" Franklin said as he slid his arms around her from behind.

"You tell me," she said as she laid her head back on his shoulder.

As he watched, Seamus swept the girl from the swing into his arms and there was a long moment where the two young people just stared into each other's eyes, then they sank into a deep loving kiss.

"Young buck beat me to it." He said as he turned his bride in his arms to face him. "I'm glad you and Seamus are speaking in tones less than a shout, Margaret."

"He's his father's son, Frank. I had to let him be the man he's become. It was just so soon, and I wasn't ready. Took the girl to show me," she said against his shoulder.

"She's a strong one, yeah?" he asked.

"No weaklings allowed in the Finnigan clan," she said smiling up at him.

"You approve then?"

"Oh yes. If he chooses her I'll be fine with it. She's a hero herself. She'd be a fine addition to the family."

"I love you, Margaret Finnigan."

"I love you, Franklin Finnigan."
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