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 Nine: Truth Brought Out
"When it's the end, justice will prevail."
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Early next morning, Ron, Hermione and Savage were positioned at the entrance of Isabelle and Aunt Muriel's house. Proudfoot and Harry were backups, standing near the opposite alley.
Ron recollected everything that he wanted to before rapping his knuckles on the door. It opened to reveal the bed-haired Isabelle. Ron wanted to smirk at her laziness but then he remembered that he was no better, save for occasions such as this.
"Oh, look who's here? My dear cousin! What's the news, then, Ronniekins?" she asked, stretching. Ron grimaced before answering.
"We are on official duty here, Miss Weasley," he answered.
"Thank you, Ron. I will take it from here. Miss Weasley, you are accused of holding a confiscated item from Gringotts and we are here to raid your house," Hermione said, holding out her Law Enforcement badge. Isabelle's eyebrows shot up, something that Ron had come to expect. Bill had already informed them that the curse would have been possible to place only if they had a special gem. This gem was extremely rare and all, save a few, were locked away in Gringotts to prevent such damage. The unrecorded ones were suspected to be involved in some sort of trickery in Knockturn Alley.
"There is no such thing in my house. I can guarantee you that. Besides, isn't Gringotts one of the most secured places in this world? Or did you ruin it, Miss Granger?" she teased. She was starting to get on Ron's nerves but he forced himself to stay silent. His wife was well capable of defending herself and he was spoon-fed the fact several times before.
"It's Granger-Weasley to you and to inform you, the Goblins have taken proper security measures to defend themselves. Auror Weasley and Proudfoot, proceed!" Hermione ordered. Ron smirked at his cousin before making his way in. Proudfoot followed him and they were soon in the living room. Aunt Muriel, who was drinking pumpkin juice, looked up at the sound.
"Ronald?! What are you doing here?!" she hissed.
"Ministry business," Ron answered, not quite bothering to talk respectfully. He was sure that his mother would disapprove of his mannerisms at that point but he really could care less. Proudfoot took to Aunt Muriel's bedroom despite her protests.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione motion towards the kitchen. He nodded slyly before making his way to the kitchen. Aunt Muriel was one hell of a cook hence it would have been much easier to hide something there under the pretence of an ingredient.
Unfortunately, nothing was found in the kitchen even after a good ten minute long search. Ron was beginning to lose hope when Proudfoot shouted. "Auror Weasley! Madam Granger-Weasley!"
