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 Six: Disappointing Discoveries
"Fnding something new gives us happiness and we marvel about it. What if it turned out to be the reason for doom?"
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The next morning, Ron found himself very fresh as he woke up. However, Hermione was quite the opposite of him. He found her, sitting in the study and scribbling something furiously on a piece of parchment. Her hair was disheveled and heavily bushy. Her eyes were red and there were bags under it. Her face was drenched with sweat or tears, Ron did not know.
When asked what she was doing, she simply answered that she was trying to find out who the murderers were. Ron had to prepare the breakfast. He made an excuse of needing fresh air and took some toast along with him to the car where his sister sat, admiring the morning view from the window of the driver's seat.
"Good morning, Ginny," Ron greeted. Ginny smiled and opened the door for him. He took a seat beside her.
"Good morning, Ron."
"I have brought you some toast. I hope you don't mind. That was all I could smuggle when Hermione is there, watching me with those concerned eyes," Ron said, handing over the plate of toast to his smiling sister. She took it with a nod of thanks and began chewing it slowly.
"You can eat?" Ron asked. Truthfully, he did not know if she could eat. Turned out she could.
"So it seems," she replied, now looking at the toast in her hand.
"Er. . . Do you need jam or butter?" Ron asked. Ginny shook her head. "Not hungry?"
"I'm worried. . . I sense that Harry has not had his breakfast and is in his office though he is on leave. My babies are here. . ."
"You can sense all that?" Ron asked, looking astonished and ignoring the fact that his brother-in-law was in the Ministry, working, despite being given a recovery leave by Minister Shacklebolt himself. Ginny nodded. "Blimey!"
"I cannot read minds though, do not worry," Ginny joked. Ron let out a snort and she laughed.
"Ginny, do you know. . .or rather, did you sense the way Harry was, yesterday?" Ron asked. Ginny turned away from him and sighed.
"I did. I am worried about a particular emotion that came from him. Otherwise, I am more worried about Jamie," she said, looking out of the window.
"And what was that particular emotion?" Ron pressed.
"The emotion to take revenge. . .to torture. . .to kill," she whispered the last part. Ron's eyes widened.
