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 Twelve: Midnight Farewell
"Hardest part in a true relationship is letting go for good."
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The sun bid farewell to the beautiful country, filled with magical and non-magical folk. It's orange streaks illuminated the topsy turvy house known as the Burrow. The moon was slowly beginning to appear from beneath the white wisps of clouds.
The wind that blew, rustling the reddening leaves reminded Harry of the previous autumn when his wife was all well. He was reminded of a promise. A promise that he made to her during autumn. Due to being an auror, he had several paperwork. Staying up late at night came along with his workload. This caused not only his sleep pattern's disturbance but Ginny's too. She would stay awake along with him, reading a book or planning Quidditch tactics. No matter how hard Harry tried to convince her to sleep, she would not listen. This ultimately led to him promising her that he would never stay up late at night unless it was an emergency. Harry smiled bitterly. That promise was long broken.
A scream brought him out of his reverie. The evening was supposed to be a joyful one. The world crashed on Bill when he tried to convince his family to move on. Harry didn't blame him. The eldest Weasley brother had tried everything in his power to help his family. Alas, it was, or rather is a tough task. Harry himself could not bear to see his surrogate family, who were now his in-laws, so out of their usual bubbly and cheerful personality.
If Harry had the power, he would resurrect each and every victim of the war. Each and everyone who died a hero but it was not meant to be. He often pondered the use of being a 'Chosen One' when he could not even protect his family. A tear rolled down his cheek. He was so used to losing his loved ones that nowadays it seemed more like a routine to him.
An assuring hand held his shoulder. Harry bit his lip - a trait he copied from Ginny.
"Harry?"
Harry turned to face his bravest brother-in-law. He nodded and turned his gaze to the yon trees, blinking his eyes rapidly so as to not let more tears fall down.
"You need to let it out, you know," Bill said gently.
"I did," Harry replied bluntly.
"Physically yes. Emotionally no."
"I don't think I need any help, thanks Bill," Harry retorted. As much as he sympathized with Bill for his attempts, he did not want to be lectured on about bottling his emotions. "My heart is rock solid. It won't break."
"I do know, for a fact that rocks weather by rain and I believe I just witnessed you shed a rain drop of tear. Surely that will melt that so-called heart of rock."
