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 Twenty: Beauty of Bonds
"Every relationship is beautiful in its ownway."
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The moonlit night was slowly passing with wisps of apathetic clouds floated along the coastline, giving a rich oceanic feel to the resident of a Ford Angelia.
Ginny yawned loudly and stretched her arms.
The night had been, to be honest, pretty eventful. When the Weasleys returned to cabin, there was a lot of noise that she had to apply silencing charms in order to not alert the muggles camping nearby.
Everyone had just settled in the cabins and ten minutes had passed as she waited for Ron to come and talk to her.
Another five minutes passed and instead of Ron's rebellious voice, a shaky shriek of 'no!' was heard.
Ginny slowly steered the car to Ron's cabin so as to not wake Oreo up. She poked her head out of the window and looked up to see only one of the numerous rooms in the second floor lit up.
Gently airlifting the car with her steely determination, she made it to the roof from where she left the car and climbed into the open window.
It was her parents' room. Cozy and warm, as they were, the room provided her a feel of home.
However, her comfort was ephemeral. Her mother was shaking wildly, as if she was seeing nightmares. Tears streaked down her chubby cheeks and Ginny rushed to her side.
"Mum. . .mum!" she exclaimed and tried to wake her but her hands went right through her mother's shaking figure. Feeling desperately helpless, she looked around. The lights of the car flashed for a second, catching her eye and giving her an idea. Immediately she rushed over to Ron's and Hermione's room.
Ten minutes later, the redhead climbed back into the room with a box with a circular hole and a pair of Harry's old glasses. Her mother was wide awake now, breathing hard and Ginny took the opportunity. She placed the glasses into the box and kept the box in such a way that the light from the headlights passed through it.
She then placed a photo of hers and Fred's, which she found in George's room, in front of the homemade projector and forced the radio of the Angelia on.
"Dear mum."
Her mother looked up sharply before looking around for the source of the voice. Her eyes rested at the moving picture of her two passed children and she looked nowhere else. Ginny was glad of it: she couldn't possibly get Ron to explain how the car was floating in the sky of its own accord at nearly midnight.
