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 Three: Melancholy
"A beautiful word with a beautiful meaning. The ones who find otherwise are the ones who need support."
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Hermione was startled awake by a loud thud in her room. She had been researching about the attack in Diagon Alley when she fell asleep. Her two year old baby Rose was cuddled in her crib, sleeping soundly. Hermione opened her brown eyes, her wand immediately was in her hand and pointing forward to face any danger. She rushed over to the crib. Rose was still asleep. She sighed in relief, thinking that she was hallucinating when she heard the sound but she was proven wrong almost immediately as she heard a very familiar loud wail of cry.
"Mumma!" came the voice. She gasped and slowly walked out of her study and down the stairs to the sitting room where she found a blob of black hair.
"Jamie? What happened? Where is Ginny? Al? Oh my God!" James Sirius Potter was standing there, holding his little brother Albus Severus Potter, who was crying as well. Albus held onto a brown teddy as he flailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. Hermione rushed over to her godson and nephew, immediately checking them for any possible injuries. There might be only one reason why Ginny would portkey her children to her house at the dead of the night and this immensely scared the bushy haired witch. "Where is mum, Jamie?" Hermione asked gently as she helped them to the sofa.
"T-th-theives! T-they. . . t-they-" he stuttered, looking anxiously around him. His hands were tightly around his little brother's small frame. Hermione sighed. She had to check on Ginny. She nodded with a reassuring smile and got up. She strode over to the floo and dropped some floo powder into it. The flames turned a brilliant green as she put her head in. She was now viewing the sitting room of The Burrow.
"MRS WEASLEY?!?!?!" Hermione shouted with every ounce of energy. Shuffling of feet could be heard and Mrs Weasley hustled down and into the sitting room of the huge house.
"Hermione! What happened, dear?" She asked in an anxious voice. Tears threatened to leak out of Hermione's eyes but she rapidly blinked them back.
"Emergency. James and Al are in my house along with Rose. I have to check on Ginny. Please take care of them, Mrs Weasley and alert her brothers. Quick!" Hermione exclaimed and withdrew her head without seeing Mrs Weasley's reaction. She knew that it would be hard to console the Weasley matriarch. Seconds later, the flames erupted in green as Mrs Weasley stepped out of it and into the mantle of Hermione's house. As soon as she saw her teary grandchildren, she rushed over to them and hugged them tightly. Hermione, after witnessing this event, tried to apparate on spot to the Potter Manor. She couldn't! That was surprising, given that Harry had given permission for his closest friends and family to visit his house anytime. Panicking, Hermione withdrew a long breath and tried apparating to the alley near the Manor. She found that she could do it and did just that.
Droplets of rain hit her bushy brown hair as she ran across the alley. The cold wind blew on her face, freezing her but she did not care. The thunder rumbled above her head, causing white lightning bolts to dance in the cloudy wet skies as she ran.
She ran and ran and finally found the destination she was looking for. She immediately made her way, on the cobbled path to the door. A gasp sounded from her as she found the state of the main door. It was blasted apart. Hermione cautiously walked in. Wooden pieces of the door were scattered throughout the marble floor. The glass of the photo frames were cracked, some were broken and others had holes in them as if burned. The sofa set lay upside down, the cushions were scattered. In all, the whole place was a mess. Normally, Hermione would have complained but considering the fact that thieves, or worse, insane murderers were in the house, she walked in without a word. The staircase too were damaged with huge cracks but Hermione made her way above some how.
Her eyes widened in horror as she saw wood scattered everywhere. Wood of Harry and Ginny's master bedroom's door. She walked in and what she found next made her slump down on the floor heavily. She did not care that the wooden pieces were now pricking her skin for the sight in front of her was so tragic, so miserable that she found it a miracle to be breathing.
Ginny Potter lay on the soft bed, her beautiful brown eyes now still, stared into nothingness. Her hand was off to the side, her wedding ring gleaming in the night lamp's light. Red blood trickled down her nose. Her chest was not rising and falling. This alone caused Hermione to scream in agony. Her best friend laid dead in front of her own brown eyes. How was she going to even speak? How was she even going to answer Harry and his children? Hermione should have known. She should have seen this coming. She should have invited Ginny over when she had a thought of doing so. Crystal tears of sadness rolled down her pale cheek as she cried, loudly. She could hear more footsteps but she did not care. For all she knew, it could be the same murderers but Hermione could not even move. She seemed to be paralyzed.
Another gasp sounded, followed by a loud scream of 'No!' and Hermione knew that it was George, Ginny's brother. She felt him brush past her but she could not bring herself to lift her head and see her favourite sister-in-law lying lifeless on the bed. She swallowed tears as she helped a miserable looking George carry Ginny's body to The Burrow.
Hermione had no idea if James and Albus had witnessed this. In fact, she did not even know who caused this. Why would thieves kill Ginny? Sure, they would want all the wealth but it didn't seem like they were in need of wealth. It seemed as if it was a well plotted murder. Plotted to kill Ginny when she was helpless, when Harry was away. Hermione picked up Ginny's wand, knowing that Harry would want to keep it. With one last look of forlorn at the messy room, she turned away and made her way to The Burrow, tears never stopping their path down her face.
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The next day was once again, the hardest in Hermione's life. She had left Rose with her parents. James and Albus looked barely healthy, the former of which, was adamant about not leaving their mother. They wanted to sleep by her. Albus thought her to be asleep but Hermione knew, deep down, that her godson James knew about his mother's death but was hesitant to accept it. He was only a child! He did not have to face such tragedies at such a tender age! Teddy too was called from Hogwarts. He looked as sombre as Harry did after he learnt of the news.
As for Harry, he and Ron were called in from their mission to attend Ginny's funeral. Hermione could not even chance a look at Harry.
When Harry arrived, he was definitely in for a sad ride. He was not told the news. He was just sent home. He and Ron had arrived with confusion evident on their faces and when Bill Weasley, the eldest and bravest of all the Weasley sons, informed Harry about his wife's murder, Hermione could not stand it. She wanted to leave. She wanted to leave The Burrow and the world it self! Harry did not scream. He thought it to be a joke, in fact and laughed. Ron too joined him but it quickly turned into tears as soon as they saw the proof - Ginny's body. The scream that erupted from Harry's throat seemed to kill everyone in the room. It was so hoarse, ear piercing, heart wrecking and filled with melancholy and despair that Hermione simply could not withstand standing there by Mrs Weasley. It was the most vulnerable Harry she had ever seen. . .
Okay, that's where I end it. The next chapter will show the continuation of this chapter.
I hope you liked this chapter! I am really trying my best to keep the chapters a little bit light hearted but I think I would turn out to be a tragedy writer. That's what I am literally writing! Should I laugh at it? Haha.
Should I really continue this story? Please answer...
