Neville had been spending yet another fruitless early morning in the greenhouses, trying focus on projects that failed to occupy his mind the way they usually would. He was tired after a weekend walking through the area around Hogsmeade with various others, looking for Seamus. He wasn't going to give up. But with every day that went by his hope shrivelled up and died until it seemed like a hopeless endeavour.
He had just given up and was about to go to his first class - no, breakfast, he had to eat something - when he saw the bloody figure stumbling up the steps towards the big double doors. It fell down. It started to scream. He broke into a run, faster than he'd ever run before, and took the steps two at a time until he reached his friend.
"Seamus!" he gasped, staring in shock and gritting his teeth against the constant screaming. Was he in pain? Had to be, he was covered in blood... but he couldn't see any one wound that would be causing him to yell his head off like that. Not wanting to hurt him but not seeing any other way, he quickly pushed some of his friend's tattered clothes aside, looking for a source.
"It's all right," he said, doing his best to be heard over the screaming. "Seamus, you're safe, you're all right... where does it hurt?" Tears filled his own eyes, tears of panic and relief and terror all at once. Seamus was alive. But Seamus was hurt. Seamus needed him to help and he couldn't even see what was wrong. "Talk to me mate, please..."