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 Thirteen: TheSurprise That Came After
"Two people are shocked. A third joins and this goes on. That's called a surprise. You don't know what it's about."
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Molly Weasley awoke to the serene atmosphere of chirping birds and fresh wind blowing through the window. She yawned and stretched. It seemed like she had never gotten a much better sleep since years. The last night was still a blur to her. After dinner she had retreated to her bedroom and fell asleep beside an already asleep Arthur. As the night processed, she witnessed Ginny visiting her and speaking to her. It seemed very strange as it seemed as if everything was real. Fred never appeared in her dreams to talk to her. Molly shook away all the thoughts and got up to start her day.
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The sound of vessels comforted Molly as she cooked breakfast for the whole family besides her Weasley grandchildren. On her way to the kitchen she saw Ron's Ford Angelia parked right outside the window of the sitting room. She had seen the car under a tree the last night and wondered how it changed places. Perhaps Ron had shifted the place. Shrugging away thoughts about the car, she continued cooking the stew. She heard the sound of shuffling chairs and was greeted by Hermione.
"Good morning, Mrs Weasley," Hermione greeted cheerfully. Mrs Weasley turned to her with a smile.
"Good morning, Hermione dear. Had a good sleep?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs Weasley but I witnessed a bizarre dream," Hermione replied as she made herself a cup of coffee. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please dear," Mrs Weasley replied. Hermione nodded with a smile and made another cup. Percy entered the kitchen too.
"Good morning, mum, Hermione," Percy greeted and sat down on one of the chairs. Hermione passed him a cup of coffee. "Thank you."
"So, Hermione dear, what was the bizarre dream?" Molly asked, hoping not to intrude her privacy. "You can answer if you feel comfortable, dear."
"Of course I do, Mrs Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed, picking her cup of coffee and sitting down. Molly nodded and stirred the stew. "I dreamt of Ginny talking to me."
Percy spat out a bit of coffee on himself just as Hermione finished her sentence. Molly left the spoon and looked her youngest daughter-in-law. Hermione looked between Percy and Molly.
"Um. . . Did I say anything wrong?" she asked. Percy's eyes met Molly's.
"Would you believe it if I were to say that Ginny came in my dream as well?" Percy asked, twirling his wand to clean up the table and his dress.
