Fic: Confession
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wook77Title: Confession
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wook77
Rating: PG
Character: Seamus-centric Genfic
Wordcount: 1046
Warnings: Religious Theme
Summary: Seamus was always one to hedge his bets. Sometimes, that pays off.
A/N: Day 9 of the Advent Fic Calendar. Also written becausefiona_fawkes said I should write Seamus Genfic so I thought I'd give it a try.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three years since my last confession." The words rolled off Seamus's tongue with an ease he hadn't thought he'd have. That there were no priests about, no one to hear his words, didn't matter.
Here, in the darkened room where he hid from the Death Eaters still looking for him, there was only Seamus and God. At least, Seamus hoped that God was here listening. He realised the hypocricy of his prayer to a God he'd never much held faith with, no matter what his da and family believed. He'd gone through the rituals and was thankful for it as he worked his way through the remembered verbage.
When he'd been a kid, the Confessional had scared him. He'd not known what he was supposed to confess, hadn't a clue as to what he should feel bad about. There was the time he'd cut his sister's hair when she'd been horrible to him but that was the way of younger brothers and older sisters, wasn't it? There was also the time he'd nicked a fiver from his brother's wallet but that was so that he could buy a present for his mam's birthday. Was that a sin if he'd meant it for good?
To hide his confusion, he'd rambled on about how he'd stolen loads of money and hoarded it under his mattress or that he'd watched the girls at the school down the way when they'd changed clothes though he wasn't sure that the priest believed him on that. He'd done his penance, prayed to the God he wasn't quite sure existed or if He even liked Seamus very much what with that disbelief.
But Seamus was always one to hedge his bets, make sure that, just in case, he'd have something to fall back on. So, he'd kept up with his da and the Church, made his Confirmation though he was a Wizard and the Church wasn't too keen on magic. He'd kneeled when required and stood for the Profession of Faith, he'd raised his hands in benediction and sang the Lord's Prayer with the rest of the congregation.
The whole time, he stared at the small gold box in the corner where God or Jesus or whomever, was supposed to rest. Even as he pledged his faith in One God, he wondered about what his friends were doing on their hols or if they were stuck in a church with old people that smelled like too much talc and perfume.
The memory of Church had distracted Seamus, taken up too much time of what little he had. His hand felt about the ground, searching for the wand he'd lost an hour previous. If he'd had his wand, he wouldn't be crouched here hiding behind boxes and regulating his breathing.
He wouldn't be confessing his sins to a God that probably wouldn't hear them.
"I've killed a man, God, killed him with full knowledge that if there's a hell, it would send me there. He wasn't a good man, though, so that's got to count for something, right? I'm not sorry for the killing though it's sorry I am that I'm not." There was a sound near the front of the building, just outside the room where he crouched and Seamus slowed his breathing and prepared. Bellatrix and her cohorts were searching for him ever since he'd killed one of their hooded brethren. He'd been fully aware that when he'd uttered the words Avada Kedavra, that he'd be killing another human being.
"I know that I'm supposed to do something to prove how sorry I am but I'm not quite sure what you're wanting so if you could give me a bit of a sign, I'll do it." As he muttered, his hand clasped and unclasped, longing for the wand that could protect him or at least get him out of this ramshackle building.
"Ickle boy," Bellatrix sang out, drawing the word 'boy' longer than anyone should, "Come out and play with us."
He could hear her moving around, her shoes tapping across the wooden floors as she headed in the other direction from his hiding spot. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the tapping picked up speed as it came closer.
"Anytime, God…" he mumbled.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" Her high pitched singsong demands grated on his nerves. He resisted the urge to crawl further back into the room as she entered.
"Where oh where could the ickle boy be? Where oh where…" As she sang, the crate in front of him shuddered with the force of her kick.
He held his breath, afraid that even that amount of noise could give away his position as she continued to search the room and sing out her demands. The demands for oxygen had his lungs clenching while he bit his lip to keep from acceding.
The front door crashing open had sound ricocheting throughout the room. Bellatrix stopped her singing as she hurried out of the room.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Was that Neville's voice? Seamus wasn't much sure but he knew that it wasn't Bellatrix's voice. He stayed where he was at, keeping his breath shallow though all he wanted to do was gulp in air to make up for the minutes without.
"Seamus? You in here?" That sounded like Ginny so Seamus crawled out from behind the crate. Her face broke into a smile and Seamus wanted to forget all the horrible things he'd thought about her in Sixth Year.
"We found your wand and feared the worst but when we heard this one," Ginny gestured out towards the hallway with her wand, "singing, we hoped that you were in here. Try not to drop it again, yeah?"
The sight of his wand in her hand had his hands shaking in relief. This wasn't quite the sign he'd been hoping for but maybe, just maybe, God had forgiven him his sins so that he could continue the mission. Or maybe it was that he just had amazing friends.
To show his gratitude to whichever option it was, Seamus resisted the urge to give the petrified witch a kick as he passed. Perhaps that was enough penance for now.
Author:
wook77Rating: PG
Character: Seamus-centric Genfic
Wordcount: 1046
Warnings: Religious Theme
Summary: Seamus was always one to hedge his bets. Sometimes, that pays off.
A/N: Day 9 of the Advent Fic Calendar. Also written because
fiona_fawkes said I should write Seamus Genfic so I thought I'd give it a try."Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three years since my last confession." The words rolled off Seamus's tongue with an ease he hadn't thought he'd have. That there were no priests about, no one to hear his words, didn't matter.
Here, in the darkened room where he hid from the Death Eaters still looking for him, there was only Seamus and God. At least, Seamus hoped that God was here listening. He realised the hypocricy of his prayer to a God he'd never much held faith with, no matter what his da and family believed. He'd gone through the rituals and was thankful for it as he worked his way through the remembered verbage.
When he'd been a kid, the Confessional had scared him. He'd not known what he was supposed to confess, hadn't a clue as to what he should feel bad about. There was the time he'd cut his sister's hair when she'd been horrible to him but that was the way of younger brothers and older sisters, wasn't it? There was also the time he'd nicked a fiver from his brother's wallet but that was so that he could buy a present for his mam's birthday. Was that a sin if he'd meant it for good?
To hide his confusion, he'd rambled on about how he'd stolen loads of money and hoarded it under his mattress or that he'd watched the girls at the school down the way when they'd changed clothes though he wasn't sure that the priest believed him on that. He'd done his penance, prayed to the God he wasn't quite sure existed or if He even liked Seamus very much what with that disbelief.
But Seamus was always one to hedge his bets, make sure that, just in case, he'd have something to fall back on. So, he'd kept up with his da and the Church, made his Confirmation though he was a Wizard and the Church wasn't too keen on magic. He'd kneeled when required and stood for the Profession of Faith, he'd raised his hands in benediction and sang the Lord's Prayer with the rest of the congregation.
The whole time, he stared at the small gold box in the corner where God or Jesus or whomever, was supposed to rest. Even as he pledged his faith in One God, he wondered about what his friends were doing on their hols or if they were stuck in a church with old people that smelled like too much talc and perfume.
The memory of Church had distracted Seamus, taken up too much time of what little he had. His hand felt about the ground, searching for the wand he'd lost an hour previous. If he'd had his wand, he wouldn't be crouched here hiding behind boxes and regulating his breathing.
He wouldn't be confessing his sins to a God that probably wouldn't hear them.
"I've killed a man, God, killed him with full knowledge that if there's a hell, it would send me there. He wasn't a good man, though, so that's got to count for something, right? I'm not sorry for the killing though it's sorry I am that I'm not." There was a sound near the front of the building, just outside the room where he crouched and Seamus slowed his breathing and prepared. Bellatrix and her cohorts were searching for him ever since he'd killed one of their hooded brethren. He'd been fully aware that when he'd uttered the words Avada Kedavra, that he'd be killing another human being.
"I know that I'm supposed to do something to prove how sorry I am but I'm not quite sure what you're wanting so if you could give me a bit of a sign, I'll do it." As he muttered, his hand clasped and unclasped, longing for the wand that could protect him or at least get him out of this ramshackle building.
"Ickle boy," Bellatrix sang out, drawing the word 'boy' longer than anyone should, "Come out and play with us."
He could hear her moving around, her shoes tapping across the wooden floors as she headed in the other direction from his hiding spot. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the tapping picked up speed as it came closer.
"Anytime, God…" he mumbled.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" Her high pitched singsong demands grated on his nerves. He resisted the urge to crawl further back into the room as she entered.
"Where oh where could the ickle boy be? Where oh where…" As she sang, the crate in front of him shuddered with the force of her kick.
He held his breath, afraid that even that amount of noise could give away his position as she continued to search the room and sing out her demands. The demands for oxygen had his lungs clenching while he bit his lip to keep from acceding.
The front door crashing open had sound ricocheting throughout the room. Bellatrix stopped her singing as she hurried out of the room.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Was that Neville's voice? Seamus wasn't much sure but he knew that it wasn't Bellatrix's voice. He stayed where he was at, keeping his breath shallow though all he wanted to do was gulp in air to make up for the minutes without.
"Seamus? You in here?" That sounded like Ginny so Seamus crawled out from behind the crate. Her face broke into a smile and Seamus wanted to forget all the horrible things he'd thought about her in Sixth Year.
"We found your wand and feared the worst but when we heard this one," Ginny gestured out towards the hallway with her wand, "singing, we hoped that you were in here. Try not to drop it again, yeah?"
The sight of his wand in her hand had his hands shaking in relief. This wasn't quite the sign he'd been hoping for but maybe, just maybe, God had forgiven him his sins so that he could continue the mission. Or maybe it was that he just had amazing friends.
To show his gratitude to whichever option it was, Seamus resisted the urge to give the petrified witch a kick as he passed. Perhaps that was enough penance for now.
