Hiraeth || Welsh
Deep longing for a place which can never be revisited.
He stands. . .as he watches her red hair flutter around in the air.
He sighs. . .as he realizes he is the only one who can see her.
He smiles. . .as he realizes he is the only...
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Chapter One: Everything In The Name of Love
"The more you care, the more it hurts when you lose something."
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The gentle, relaxing sound of the rustling of the trees provided a soothing effect for the county. The luscious green grass still contained drops of morning dew. Flowers were in the season of bloom. Various refreshing and lovely colours of different varieties of flowers were dancing in the breeze. The skies, however, were not a welcoming sight. They were a dull grey littered with clouds foreshadowing a thunderstorm. Despite all of that, Northampton was the perfect sight of the start of the season of blossoming flowers - spring.
However, the residents of Northampton, two in particular, were having a minor argument, if you could call it one.
"I think I will just ask them to choose someone else. Dawlish is there. He can replace me," Harry Potter said, looking tense. He was about the age of twenty seven. His jet black hair was as messy as ever and his green eyes twinkled in worry as he stood in front of his house in Northampton.
"Oh, just shut it, Harry. Go and do your work. We will be alright!" Ginny Potter, his wife, replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Harry was on a mission to protect the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A few weeks ago, the deadliest dark arts users attacked the busy Diagon Alley, causing chaos in the bustling magical alley. They were not Death Eaters. Nor were they Lord Voldemort's savage followers. They were practitioners of the dark arts who wanted the vile branch of magic to spread among the Wizarding population.
"No, love. I have a bad feeling about letting you guys alone tonight," Harry said, looking down. Ginny sighed and came closer to him.
"Since when did you start trusting your instincts, Mr Potter?" she asked, straightening his red tie.
"I always did, Gin."
"No, not always. You are just overthinking, Harry. Do you even know me?" she asked, now straightening his collar. "You don't even know to dress up, Harry."
"I-err. . . I know that you own a wand and that you can very well kick anyone's backside if they decide to touch you in a wrong way," Harry said, looking fondly at his red haired wife.
"Then believe me and go," Ginny said, drawing circles on his chest. Harry sighed in response.
"Ask Hermione or Luna to come over?" he asked, hoping that she would follow it. She smiled instead. "Take care of James and Al," he continued, knowing that he would not get the answer for his previous suggestion. He then placed a hand on her stomach. "And our new baby."
