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 Seven: Mother's Music
"Try to always stay positive, even at the darkest of times because your optimistic attitude impacts several people."
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"Ron! RON!" the familiar voice of Ron's wife stopped the burst of laughter he was sharing with his sister. He put a finger to his lips and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Only you can hear me, silly!" She chided as Ron glared at her before standing up. Hermione was approaching him, looking frantic.
"Is everything okay?" Ron asked.
"Normally, I would not have asked for your help but I need it now, Ron. Harry dropped James and Albus home as he is going to the Ministry. I am currently working on some important notes and Al is crying since forever! I tried everything I can! I checked his nappy, tried feeding him, tried lulling him to sleep but nothing worked! I am quite surprised that you did not hear him. James is asleep since Harry dropped him and Rose starts crying if she sees her cousin cry! Can you take care of one of them, Ron?" Hermione spoke So quickly that she was breathing hard when she asked the question. Ron nodded vigorously. He looked at Ginny.
"Al, please?" Ginny said. He looked back at Hermione who had just asked him something.
"Pardon, Hermione?"
"I asked if you want to take care of Rose."
"Oh, I think I will just take care of Albus since he is err disturbing you, yeah?" Ron asked. Ginny beamed at him and he did his best to avoid her eyes. Hermione nodded and led him inside. He picked his crying nephew in his arms and chanced a look at his godson. James lay on the couch, looking worn out. His eyebrows were furrowed together and Ron could see faded tear stains on his cheek. Ron slowly walked over to the couch and ruffled James' hair slightly, so as to not wake him up. He then proceeded to walk out to the car. Hermione shot him a questioning look. He answered it with a shrug and walked out, carrying his wailing nephew. Ginny was anxiously looking through the window. Ron approached the car and she hastily opened the door, allowing him to sit inside. As soon as he was was seated, she extended her arms towards him. Ron was no stuck in a dilemma. What if Albus passes right through Ginny's hands and falls?
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, trying to hold his flailing nephew. Ginny nodded. He lowered Baby Albus so that he was barely an inch away from the cushion of the seat. Ginny positioned her hands below his and Ron gently tried to pass Albus. However, as he had suspected, Albus passed right though Ginny's awaiting hands and hit the soft cushion with a small thud. This caused even louder uproars from the baby. Sweat drenched Ron's face as he thought of ways to console both the mother and the son.
