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 Nine: Pure and Strong
"Words contain more emotions than anything else."
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The walk from the atrium of the ministry to Harry's office took Ron nearly ten minutes. Filled with anxious he opened the door of the auror department. Several aurors were doing some paperwork - the most hated job of being an auror - while others were talking. As Ron walked in, a few of them smiled at him. He returned in kind and approached Dawlish who was sitting with a very silent Neville.
"Hello, Ron. Didn't expect to see you here," Dawlish said with a sympathetic smile. Ron nodded slightly. "Everyone's giving me surprises. First Arthur Weasley and then Harry Potter himself! And now, you, Ron."
"Just trying to keep the thoughts have, Mr Dawlish," Ron said. Dawlish smiled the same smile. "Neville?"
Neville nodded slightly and sighed. A lone tear fell down his pale cheek. "I need to talk," he said tentatively and without waiting for any response, grabbed Ron by his arm and led him out of the office. Several eyes looked at them as they passed by but Ron only felt his eyes widen. He had to find Harry and Neville will not understand that Ginny is still there, with him, in a car.
"Ron, how are you even doing this?!" Neville demanded, leaning against a wall outside the office. Ron sighed to prolong the answer. He never expected Neville to talk to him. "She was my best friend, Ron. She and Luna. . . they were there for me after you three left. . . they helped me build my courage in those darkest times but it was almost always Ginny. . .she was like the sister I never had. . . Ron, how?" Neville asked, almost shaking. Ron hugged him in a brotherly way.
"Mate. You did not just lose a best friend. I lost my s-sister but I know that she lives in our hearts. She always will watch us," Ron consoled though he felt treacherous tears in his ocean eyes. He tried consoling himself as he thought of the Ford Angelia and the dearest person it held in. Neville nodded lowly.
"Harry. . . It looks like he's bottling things up again. Notice the stern and stoic expression he always has? It's like. . . It's like he's wearing a mask. He is not the Harry I knew. Not even after the war was he like this," Neville said, sadly. Ron nodded.
"Agreed. Blimey, he left his kids over at my house for this blasted work! The war, Neville; Ginny was there to pull him out of the great depression. He thinks she isn't there now," Ron said.
