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Chapter Twenty: Beauty of Bonds

"Every relationship is beautiful in its own way."

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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.

"I thought I have made myself clear that everyone who remembers me must laugh," a rough imitation of Fred's voice told. "And you are freakin' crying over nothing mother of mine! The ol' lady ain't so young anymore hence her humiliations!"

"Just because she called my husband a freak doesn't mean he is and you know it, mum," Ginny spoke in her voice through the radio. Her mother's eyes widened. "You are the matriarch of the Weasleys, the strongest woman I have ever looked upon as my model, my heroine."

The projector started flickering before going off. Ginny facepalmed, nevertheless, she continued. "Keep everyone tight and happy. The family's healthy state lies with you, mum."

Dimming the headlights before completely switching it off, she looked at her mother and smiled. For, Molly Weasley had the kind of hard, determined blazing look on her beautiful face which definitely meant the start of an era of healing.

And Ginny admired her for that.

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The next morning, Ginny slept in. Which meant she had skipped breakfast.

Ron had been late to give her a visit because he, along with the rest of the Weasley men, had to take care of all the kids whilst the women went on a shopping spree.

Harry, on the other hand, had taken the Angelia which housed her, to a restaurant by name La Délicieuse for booking a long table for the night. It was supposed to be a surprise from his side for allowing his family to go along.

'Noble git,' Ginny had thought when she woke up to find him muttering all the official documents and details required by a Muggle restaurant to grant a table whilst driving. She was rather amused that he still thought himself to be really lucky to be a part of the Weasleys.

It was nearly half past noon when they reached the seaside cabin. Audrey was standing outside their cabin, arms crossed over her chest and impatiently tapping her feet.

"Oh man," Harry gulped before parking the car by the side and getting out. Ginny chuckled when he nervously and awkwardly walked over to his sister-in-law. She glared at him before speaking in a high pitched voice.

"No note and car gone! Bed empty and kids crying! What even is going through that mind of yours, Harry Potter!" she shouted. Harry winced. Audrey was quite close to Ginny and visited the Potters' very often. She considered Harry her little, immature brother mostly because he was like her younger brother, Aiden.

"I – just a drive –" Harry stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Just a drive! Yeah, just a drive takes up the whole morning!"

"I'm sorry but you'll see everything by dinner, 'Drey," he said, raising his hands in surrender. She gave him one more glare before her eyes softened.

"Come on, the Weasley women are working in kitchen and I'm sure they could use a bit of a manpower besides the clumsy Bill," she said with a twinkle in her clear hazel eyes. Harry laughed before looking at the bluish green Ford Angelia and smiling. Audrey's eyes followed his and confusion replaced the mirth in her eyes. Then, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's just that. . . this car reminds me of. . . her. Dunno, why."

It was Ginny's turn to go wide-eyed in surprise. Sure, he had mentioned it as such but she thought it was because he had felt hurt that evening by Aunt Muriel's accusations. It might have reminded him of his brutal past with the Dursleys. The only person he had spoken to about his childhood treatment was her. The fact that he really thought that was surprising. Was he really able to feel her like Ron does or was it the deeper connection which they shared?

Audrey placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled sympathetically. "She's always in your heart and will always be till you remember her."

"And I'll remember her til' my last breath."

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"Ron!"

"Oi, I'm not deaf. I heard you."

"Then tell me what you think! What if he can – he can feel me?"

"What if you both are just imagining it? Y'know, you both have always been one. . . er, I mean –"

"No, I don't think it is that. What if my hiraeth is growing really strong? What if I become able to come back to the mortal world soon enough?"

Ron's eyes lit up and a happy smile graced his features before his face fell. "Don't."

"What?"

"Don't hope, Ginny. I don't want to believe and. . . lose it all. Remember what Dumbledore told? Even using magic you cannot resurrect the passed."

Ginny looked down so Ron hugged her.

"Maybe you are right. . ."

"Yeah, but think of it this way. I don't wanna share my sister with Harry freakin' Potter!"

Ginny broke the hug and glared at him playfully, pouting and slapping his arm away.

"You! You, selfish git of a brother!"

I wanted to show more of Molly and Audrey so yeah!

I'm probably gonna end it soon enough. I'm growing less on inspiration or having a writer's block. Spoiler: I might show the climax after this tour arc.  :(

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