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 Two: New Places and Hallucinations
"When you start seeing things, it doesn't mean you are going insane. It means that you're seeing the world for what it truly is."
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/N: This chapter starts a little while earlier than the last and continues simultaneously as the previous chapter goes on.
It seemed just like any other ordinary day in the west of Ottery St.Catchpole. People were bustling about, chatting the day off. Some were buying things from the local grocers and some were enjoying the start of spring.
On the outskirts of the West of Ottery St.Catchpole stood a decent looking two-storey house. It was painted white with tints of red splattered here and there. The door was oak and a cobbled stone path led to it. It had a small driveway and a garage. The lawn was covered with fresh and lush green grass. Bushes of red roses were on either side of the cobbled path. A small umbrella stood, providing a shade to a coffee table and two seats. It was most probably used for outdoor caffeine time. The house was really beautiful and was inhabited by two magical folk. A witch and a wizard. Currently, the wizard, who happened to be an auror, the magical version of a muggle policeman, stood facing his worried wife.
"I will be fine, Hermione," Ronald Weasley reassured his wife. He was currently going to Mexico on an auror mission and his wife was worried sick. It was certainly not his first auror mission but then it was his first time leaving the country on a mission. To top that, Mexico was far enough that Ron was sure to face a timelag.
"Don't go there and fall asleep!" Hermione Granger-Weasley chided. Ron nodded. "Stay awake till it is night time there. Then sleep or else you will face the consequences of timelag! Make sure Harry does the same too!"
Indeed, Harry Potter was going along as well. Ron, along with three more aurors and his best mate, Harry were going to Mexico. The recent attack on Diagon Alley made one thing clear. They were targeting the most known wizards of the Light. The reason for them going to Mexico was for the protection of the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall. The aged headmistress was visiting a Wizarding school in the North American country for five days and Ron's group of aurors were assigned to protect her.
"Okay, Hermione. You know, I have to tell you something," Ron said.
"Hungry?" Hermione asked almost immediately.
"No, not yet," Ron answered.
"Then?"
"I am buying a flying Ford Angelia in Mexico. Heard that those blokes are making some old modelled ones. Harry is putting his share in too. For dad, y'know. We messed up his old one so we thought, why not buy him this? What do you reckon?" He asked. Hermione looked thoughtful for a minute then smiled and nodded.
