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 One: Astounding Revelations
"Sometimes betrayal arises within the family."
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The fire crackled merrily in front of him as he sat in amusement, observing his loved ones.
His best mate, being the modest guy he was, arranged for a bonfire dinner night in a fancy restaurant and pretending that the arrangement was done by the ministry of France.
Of course no one believed him.
"Oi, Ron!" Ron looked up to meet the eyes of his sister. She was grinning. "Not hungry for the first time in your life?"
Ron glared playfully at her. If he talked out loud, his family would think he's got a nut or two loose in his brain. Ginny's grin grew wider knowing all too well about his predicament.
"Wait, what?"
Ron turned away from the mischievous entity of the sister of his to look at where Angelina was pointing. A red haired woman wearing a dress was walking towards them, a smile on her face. Harry stood up and the kids yelped.
"Hey there!" she said brightly, flashing a perfect smile at everyone before sitting down at Harry's place. Ron observed his best mate looking very contemplative. . . or was it confusion?
"You are. . . " Bill stuttered, trying to find the best words.
"Isabelle Weasley, yes. Judging by the looks on your faces, especially yours Potter, I suppose I must have reminded you of a certain somebody," she replied, casually taking a sausage from Albus's plate and popping it into her mouth. The kid started to cry but she seemed the least affected. Hermione picked Albus up and consoles him, shooting glares at the newly arrived. Harry shook his head and walked past her to retrieve Albus from Hermione.
"Ah – Isabelle. How are you doing?" his mother asked. She snorted.
"How do you think I'd be doing?" she mumbled under her breath but both Ron and Hermione caught her words and exchanged glances. "I am doing quite good, thank you, Molly. How is it going for your family?"
"All good," Fleur replied instead.
"Good."
There was an awkward tension around and Harry shifted uncomfortably. This caught Isabelle's eye.
"Potter!"
He winced.
"Aunt Muriel told me about you guys holidaying here so I thought to pay you a visit but Merlin, how fast do you drive Charlie? It was a hard time catching up with you but here I am."
