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 Fourteen: Pointless Outbursts
"Stay calm and keep your head. Don't lose it when it is needed the most."
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The air was crisp as Harry walked past stones with names on them. This place was no foreign to him by now and it was not the most liked place on his list of favourites. Harry could blindly walk through the uneven ground and find his way to Ginny and his parents but he did not want to experiment it by removing his glasses.
When he finally reached the place, he withdrew his wand and conjured a wreath of lilies for his mother and father, placing them just below their names. He spent some time kneeling down in front of them. Then he moved to the next place, placing a conjured baby's breath, Ginny's favourite flowers besides the wild ones. Unbeknownst to him, the baby's breath was well received by the one who it was gifted to.
Harry removed something from his neck and slowly placed it in a box that he withdrew from his pocket. He looked at it one last time, closed it and placed it beside the flowers with a smile. "Take back your treasure, love."
That was all he said before he left the place to never come back again for a while.
Ginny looked at his retreating back before her eyes went back to the box. She kneeled down and picked up a single stem with the pure white flower of baby's breath and used it to decorate her hair. She chuckled to herself at her silliness then picked up the box and lifted it's lid. Inside the box lay the first gift Harry had given her after their marriage - a simple silver chain with a silver snitch. It meant more than platinum to her and she wore it until the end. She resolved herself to would do the same as she locked it around her neck.
Her eyes stared into space. She had no idea what she would do anymore or how she would even get out of this state. She had to reduce her desire to stay on earth but she did not know how to do it. She began seeing black spots - not for the first time after coming back - and she desperately hoped to see Mrs Potter when she would open her eyes again.
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Harry walked through the residential street, looking around. Some people were leaving for work as the sun's rays beautifully illuminated the whole town, giving it a distinct glow as it bounced off the roofs. The atmosphere was starting to get more bubbly as housewives came out of their houses for a morning chat with their neighbors. Harry finally came to a halt when he reached his destination. He opened the creaking gates of his old house and walked in. He stopped in his tracks as his eyes found a very familiar four wheeler of his best mate.
"Ford Angelia? Ron is here?" he wondered out loud to himself and approached the car. He tried opening the door and found that it was unlocked. He looked around for his best mate but found no presence. With a swift movement he waved his wand around at the house. "Homenum Revelio." There was no response, adding to his confusion. There was not a single person here. How did the Ford Angelia come here then? Surely James hasn't stolen his wand and did some accidental magic? Harry found such questions flashing through his mind as he looked at the greenish blue car with widened emerald eyes. This car has given him fair amount of familiarity though he had no idea why he felt as such. The green eyed wizard and the greenish car stood at the same place for a good few minutes as the sun warmed the atmosphere.
