Chapter 5: The Greatest of Our Time
The four of them found themselves alone in the ward.
"Do," said Ron with his mouth full "wab'ya mala er den."
Hermione shot him a withering look. "I think she seems nice."
"I hope nothing bad happens to her..." Harry muttered.
"Why would something bad happen?" Ron asked.
"Well," said Harry "after what happened to the rest of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, it's not boding well for her."
"What?" blustered Hermione.
Harry blinked at her. "Oh. She's the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Didn't I tell you?"
"No you didn't!" exclaimed Ron. He leaned back in his seat and whistled. "Lucky Neville! She's not exactly bad looking is she? But I can't imagine McGonagall will like that robe much! Doesn't leave much to the imagination does it?!" Ron sniggered at his own joke. Then he finally noticed the hole Hermione's glare was burning into the side of his skull.
"What?"
Harry chuckled to himself as they started to bicker. It was nice having them back to their old selves.
Harry kissed Ginny's hand. "So why's Neville the lucky one?"
"Oh! I forgot. You haven't seen this yet." She picked up the Daily Prophet she had been reading when Harry had walked in. "Neville said he's already spoken to McGonagall about it."
Harry looked down at a huge picture of Professor McGonagall, standing in front of the great double doors at the front of Hogwarts. Harry felt a pang of homesickness as he read the headline.
HOGWARTS WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR THOSE WHO WANT IT!
New Headmistress McGonagall quashes rumours of school closure
Early yesterday morning, Professor McGonagall confirmed that Hogwarts would remain open with herself at the helm.
Appearing outside the school gates early yesterday morning looking fresh and strong, McGonagall explained that this academic year would finish immediately, nearly 2 months early, and that they would be opening as usual on September 1st.
Despite rumors of its closure after the devastating Battle of Hogwarts last week, during which He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named suffered his final defeat, McGonagall assured the Wizarding community that the school would continue to take students as usual. "If there is only one single child who comes to Hogwarts wishing to learn, we will continue to teach."
Inspiring words from a troubled school.
Although many in the Wizarding world have been cerebrating the downfall of the most dangerous wizard of our time, there is not a single person that has not been touched by the devastation of the war. Professor McGonagall started her speech by reading out the names of the fifty plus of the fallen, who died protecting Hogwarts, starting with former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
McGonagall went on to make a surprising announcement. "As of Monday next week, any student who feels that they would benefit from repeating the previous year is welcome to write to me and enroll. We will not turn our back on you. And that applies to those who have just finished their final year."
The Daily Prophet managed to catch a forlorn Professor Flitwick leaving the castle shortly after McGonagall's statement. We asked him if he was happy about the news.
"Happy? It's been a week of funerals. I don't think I will ever feel happy again... but if I do, it will start with the first student that walks through those doors in September. No matter how bad I feel they always think of something to cheer me up. I still smile when I see the swamp Fred and George Weasley set off... Such a tragedy."
Professor Flitwick referring to the fallen hero, and co-founder of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Fred Weasley. (To read about the ill-fated funeral of Fred Weasley, turn to page 2).
McGonagall is set to read a further statement later this week regarding the appointments of the Defence Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies Professors, positions which have been rumored to be filled already. (To read the predictions on who will fill these posts by Sybill Trelawney, Professor of Divination at Hogwarts, go to page 13)"
Harry looked up at Ginny who was watching him read. "Neville wants to go back to do his last year again, get his NEWTS. Apparently he gave McGonagall the idea."
Harry nodded quietly. The idea of going back to Hogwarts to finish his last year had briefly filled him with a warm glow inside of him. He could go back with Ginny. Fill a whole year with happy memories and catch up on some of the time he had lost with her. He thought of those sunlit hours by the lake, Ginny reading while lying across his chest. Thoughts of evenings spent in Hagrid's cabin, sneaking down to the kitchens, relaxing by the Gryffindor fire. But now as he stared down at McGonagall's stern face, he knew that his time at Hogwarts had come to an end the minute Dumbledore had fallen from the tower. The castle would not be the same now. Rather than try to cling to times lost, it would be better for Harry to savor the memories and move on.
Ginny ran a hand threw his hair and smiled gently at him, as if reading his thoughts. He took hold of her hand and held it to his cheek.
"They mentioned Fred's funeral."
"Yeah," sighed Ginny "they don't mention you though. Ron reckons Kingsley's is pressuring the Prophet to keep it quiet. All they said was that there was an explosion after the wake that injured 3 people and nearly destroyed the house."
Harry moved his chair closer to the bed and leaned in to Ginny's side. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on top of his.
They stayed like that for a while, watching Ron trying to spoon feed Hermione her breakfast. Hermione's arms were crossed and there was such a fierce scowl on her face, Harry was sure that Ron would have run for the hills if not for the glint of amusement in Hermione's eyes.
Ginny suddenly giggled to herself and released Harry, who returned to his breakfast. "I've figured out who Harte reminds me of!"
Hermione and Ron looked over at her.
Ginny smiled. "She reminds me of a mix between Harry and Sirius."
Harry choked on his sausage.
"What? Why!?" he spluttered, his eyes watering and his head pounding.
"Well she's got that powerful hero vibe like you, and obviously her brother thinks she's a renegade, like nearly everyone thought Sirius was."
Harry blinked at his girlfriend. "I have a hero vibe?"
Ginny grinned. "Why do you think I love you so much?" and she lent down to kiss him. Ron choked on the mouthful of food he had just helped himself to from Hermione's plate
Hermione smacked his back until he stopped coughing. "Do you have to do that while I'm in the room? It's disgusting."
Harry grinned at his best friend, before kissing Ginny again.
The morning rolled on without much incident. Ginny settled down to read the rest of the Prophet while Harry dozed in his chair. A young healer came into clear the plates and ended up joining teams with Hermione playing a game of wizard's chess against Ron. The two women were putting up a good fight.
At around 9oclock Bill and Fleur came in.
Fleur threw herself at Ginny, smothering her in a tight embrace. "We were so worried! Thank 'evens you are all right!"
Bill kissed Ginny on the cheek. "Mum's still asleep downstairs, but Dad's awake and cheerful. Was a bit worried about where Harry had got to though..."
Harry grinned sheepishly.
Harry looked behind Bill to see Charlie enter the room with a tall woman with dark brown hair and pale skin. Hermione looked up and shrieked, the chess bored clattering to the floor.
"Mum!"
Mrs Granger rushed forward and embrace Hermione who had been trying to get out of her bed.
"Oh Darling, thank God you're all right!"
"Mum," Hermione asked, shaking "what are you doing here?"
"Charlie, came to get me this morning. We came through a fire-place!"
Harry noticed that Mrs Granger's hair and clothes were streaked with soot. Her hand were shaking and there was a maniacal glint in her eyes.
"After you visited, a young witch on our street noticed you doing that disappearing travelling thing in our garden. She came round and started chatting to us..."
Hermione looked shocked. "Mum, that's dangerous!"
"Oh don't worry darling. We told her our names were Wilkins, and yours was Penelope, and you were off to UK for a funeral. She's a muggle born like you and her Parents were killed by Volda-thingys supporters. Poor girl has the scars to prove it..."
Hermione gripped her mother's hand tightly.
"Well, anyway. She gets the Evening Prophet in the morning, you know what the time difference is like. And she came rushing round this morning, waving the paper and asked if it was the same funeral you had gone to that was in the paper. They said an explosion had happened and people were injured. Well we then rang that nice couple we met at Kings Cross two years ago..."
"Mr and Mrs Thomas?"
"Yes, them. They said Dean had just come from the funeral and everything had been fine! But Dean insisted on going to your friend's house anyway to check..."
"And he bumped into me." Interrupted Charlie. "I was at the house with some Aurors. Dean came round, told me that your parents were trying to get hold of you. I got their address of Dean and Portkeyed to them."
Mrs Granger smiled at him.
"He did the disappearing travelling thing with me. Honestly sweetie, I don't know how you can put up with it, it's so uncomfortable! We went to the Australian ministry and took a fire-place to Romania."
"And from there we floo-ed from my office to the ministry here." Finished Charlie.
Mrs Granger squeezed her daughters hand and smiled at her. "Your fathers booking flights to come over..."
Hermione looked very distressed. "Mum, it's too dangerous! We were attacked by a Death Eater! If they knew how to find you..."
"We're travelling with the passports we already have. Your father's work thinks that my mother is sick. We're here only for a week then we'll go home. I lost you for a whole year, Hermione. I'm not going to lose you again."
Hermione's eyes welled with tears. "Mum..."
She threw her arms around her mother, who stroked her hair. "Hush now darling. I'm here now. I'm going to take care of you."
Harry looked away, ignoring the faint waves of sadness and jealousy lapping at his heart.
His brooding was interrupted as a black haired woman burst through the door.
"Have I missed it?" she gasped.
"No Cho, they haven't even started yet." smiled the other young healer.
"Cho...?"
Cho Chang turned around to see who had spoken her name. "Harry?" she smiled and blushed at the same time.
"I didn't realize you were here!"
"Erm, well yeah. Here I am." Harry cringed inwardly. Ginny squeezed his hand.
There was a moment of awkward silence as Cho seemed to be making up her mind. Hesitantly she walked over toward Harry and Ginny.
"I heard that there would be a Druid healing today in this ward. My teacher encouraged me to come observe."
Harry suddenly noticed her lime green robes. "Oh wow! Are you a healer then?"
"Not yet, trying to be though." She smiled.
"What's this druid healing thing then?" Harry asked Cho, but Ginny answered him.
"Some of Emily's druid friends are coming to take a look at me."
Cho gasped. "It was you! I assumed..." She looked towards the curtained bed.
"No, no... It was me."
"Oh Ginny that's awful! Are you feeling alright?"
Ginny never had a chance to reply.
"What's all this racket!?" Healer Holloway had stuck his head outside of the curtains. Cho and the other young healer jumped half out of their skins, rushed to stand together in the middle of the room, standing up straight.
Holloway blinked at them incredulously.
"Miss Chang? Miss Vaisey? What are you doing here?"
"Well... erm..." started Vaisey "Healer Todd told us that there would be a druid healing here and..."
"He did what!?" bellowed Holloway and both Cho and Vaisey winced. Holloway stalked forward into the room.
"I don't care what Todd said, this is a hospital not a theater, and if I am not mistaken you both have an assessment tomorrow that I stayed up all night writing. Why. Are you. Not. Studying!?"
Holloway was now so close to the girls faces that they were leaning back a little.
"Come on now, man!" Dewi had followed Holloway into the room. "You should be proud of these girls. They are showing a healthy academic interest. Turning up unasked to observe something relevant that most of their teachers have never seen? I wish I could get my students to show such commitment to their learning."
"Well..." said Holloway, haughtily observing the blushing girls. "Don't quote me on it, because I will deny everything! But they are my best students."
Cho and Vaisey exchanged incredulous looks and blushed even harder behind their huge grins.
Holloway scowled at them. "Oh don't look so pleased with yourselves! My thoughts mean nothing if you don't pass your assessments! And don't think I'm going to go easy on you just 'cos you're my favorites. I know exactly what you two are capable of and I expect nothing less than exceptional."
"Hear, hear." echoed Dewi, smiling approvingly at Holloway.
The door to the ward opened.
"...very generously donated his fortune to Hogwarts to fund a hospital wing, which is still there today. Hywel Dda may not have been a medical man but he was an intelligent one!"
"Actually it's pronounced Hywel Thah." said a strong welsh accent.
"Really?" exclaimed the short portly healer who had just backed through the door.
He was followed into the Ward by four others. They were all druids like Harte. One of the men looked so old Harry was outstanded that he could walk. He was doubled over with age and leaned heavily on a walking stick. His robe showed the same v-shaped slit as Harte's showing his wrinkled chest and the fading tattoo upon it. His long grey beard obscured the top of his tattoo.
The second and third men were obviously twins, and look about 40. Both wore mustaches, though one had his waxed into a curl, and the others drooped down either side of his mouth. The brown eyes of the one with the waxed mustache were crinkled in amusement.
Following them was a young women and Harry felt his face grow hot.
Whereas Harte's robes had consisted of a top layer which curved to protect her dignity, the young girls did not. She wore a pair of baggy white trousers, the bottom's of which tucked into her flat brown boots. On her top half she wore only the gaze like shift that Harte wore beneath her robes. Thorough it Harry could see everything. The others all wore the tattoo's of a circle and star that marked them as graduated practitioners of magic, her chest showed a faint birthmark outlining the star.
"Girls!" cried the portly healer, throwing an arm over Cho and Vaisey's shoulders. "I see you got my owl!"
The two young healers smiled indulgently at him.
"Thank you for the tip off, Healer Todd." whispered Cho.
"Novices, I take?" asked the old Druid, whose voice Harry had heard earlier.
"Indeed!" Cried Healer Todd smiling enthusiastically. Holloway scowled at him.
"And taking it upon their own initiative to come and see a demonstration of healing magic that is not on their syllabus! You girls must have gone down a treat with our Dewi."
Dewi nodded solemnly. "You would do well to note their enthusiasm, Eira."
The young girl bowed low to Dewi. "Of course, Athrawes."
She looked up and winked at Cho and Vaisey, how had just noticed her scantily clad presence, and were trying not to giggle.
"Dukey, is that you?" Harte appeared from behind the curtain screens, causing Eira to gasp and gap at her with a mixture of hero worship and embarisment. Harte was looking remarkably better after her breakfast, two spots of color on her cheeks. She was followed closely by Kingsley, who Harry guessed was blushing at the scantily clad Eira.
"Emily, my child!" Cried the old man.
Harte rushed towards the Druid and embraced him. Once they broke away from each other, he looked at her carefully with his rheumy eyes.
He sighed. "Child you look terrible. You're lucky you weren't hurt."
"Now, now, Dukey." Chastised Harte. "Dewi has already given me a good telling off."
"I should hope so too! So, where is my patient?"
Harte indicated at Ginny.
The old man smiled at her before shuffling over. The rest of his party followed quietly behind, the young girl seemingly captivated by Harte's presence.
The old man sat on the other side of the bed to Harry. Harry held Ginny's hand between both of his.
"My name is Gerald. It means ruling spear. May I ask what your name is?"
Harry blinked at the man, a mixture of confused, amused and worried.
Ginny swallowed nervously. "Ginny."
"Ah." said the old man, nodding knowingly. "Short for Ginevra. A derivative of the old Welsh name Genevieve, meaning 'Lady of the people'."
He leaned forward a little and smile conspiratorially at her. "And one of my favourite characters from the Arthurian legends."
Ginny smiled back at him, relaxing a little.
The old man smiled at harry and offered his hand. "And you are?"
Harry shook the offered hand and introduced himself. "Harry. Harry Potter."
"A pleasure." The old man replied. Harry was suddenly struck with a feeling of gratidute and couldn't place where it had come from, untill he realized that the old Druids eyes hadn't made the usual journey to the scar on his forehead. It was a small thing, but Harry thought he was actually quite fond of the old druid.
"Now," he said to Ginny "myself and my colleagues are here to give you the once over, make sure Emily didn't miss anything when she was healing you."
"Honestly," interrupted Ginny, "I feel fine. Fantastic even!"
Gerald smiled kindly at her. "A side effect of Emily's enthusiastic healing, I am afraid."
Ginny's smile fell a little.
"I told you there would be side effect of your stupidity." Snapped Dewi at his sister.
Harte retorted with something that sounded like "Vod yn dawel!"
"Ni vuthav yn dawel!" muttered Dewi.
"Plantos, dioch yn vawr." sighed Gerald, placating the siblings.
Harte and Dewi stopped arguing and glared at each other.
Gerald looked round at the smiling man with the curled moustache, and nodded him forward.
"This is Cyrliog. He is an expert in mental healing. What we would like to do is have you go into a sort of trance. Cyrliog will help you enter this trance and will stay with you while we are having a look at you. If you get uncomfortable and any time he can tell us to stop."
Ginny looked up at the smiling man. "Does it hurt?"
"Oh no!" he chuckled. "But some people do find it unnerving having their insides poked at while they are awake."
Ginny smiled. "I imagine they would."
"Okay then. So we can proceed?"
Ginny looked at Harry and squeezed his hand. Harry smiled at her.
"Oh go on then!" Ginny sighed, smiling nervously.
Gerald nodded. "On your mark then Cyrliog."
The curly moustached man nodded and moved towards the end of Ginny's bed. He laid a hand on her forehead and closed his eyes as Ginny closed hers. Slowly and gently Cyrliog pushed Ginny back onto her pillows, and the other druids moved in around them.
Cho and Vaisey leapt forward, notepads and quills appearing in their hands.
The druid girl and the other twin stepped up to Harry's side of the bed. The three druids spread their hands over Ginny's body, and a gentle light seeped from their fingers.
Unlike when Harte had healed Ginny, their light did not spread out and consumed Ginny's body. Instead it just threw a slight light on her body and did not grow.
"Okay then, starting from the head. Do we sense anything?"
The Druid girl next to Harry shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I think I can..."
"Go on child. What do you sense?"
"A... A slight bleed behind the right eye."
"She's right!" muttered the other twin. "It's tiny. I hardly would have noticed it!"
"Hmm... And what would be the side effects of an untreated bleed like this?" asked the old man.
"Minimal." Replied the girl. "In some cases a small bleed can lead to a clot, though due to the location of the bleed a stroke is unlikely. More common side effects would be headaches and perhaps impaired sight?"
"Quite right, quite right. If you would do the honours Flin?"
The light emanating from the twins fingers flared briefly, before returning to the same brightness as before.
"So moving on. Trachea in good shape, lungs excellent. Non smoker. Heart... Ah ha!"
The old man smiled to himself and nodded.
"Have a look at the heart Eira."
The girl next to Harry frowned, her eyebrows furring close to each other.
"It sounds like there are two..."
"That's just Mr Potters Heartbeat you can hear. Block him out and concentrate on the patient."
The girl scrunched her eyes in concentration.
"It's... strange... It sounds like its echoing."
The old man nodded. "A slight heart mummer. Caused by a tiny hole in the ventricle wall. In children they usually heal with time but I'm sure we can help it along."
They continued like this for another 5 minutes, muttering to themselves, every now and again the light emanating from one of their hands intensifying, the scilence inbetween inturupted only by the scratching of Cho's and Vaisey's quills. Eventually the three Druids removed their hands from above Ginny's body.
"Cyrliog, you can let her go now."
The moustached man at Ginny's head removed his hand form her brow. Ginny sighed gently and relaxed from her ridged state, her breathing slowing, as she fell asleep.
The old man smiled at Harry. "She'll sleep for a few hours now."
Harry nodded, letting go of Ginny's hand and reached to the bottom of the bed to pull the sheets over her.
"Well, that's us finished, Healer." Said Gerald, smiling up at Holloway, who towered over him. "But if your students have any questions...?"
Immediately Cho and Vaisey leapt forward and started to bombard the Druids with questions. The young Druid called Eira stepped back from the bed and left her teachers to take the lead.
Fleur stepped up to her.
"So you 're a druid, like Professor Arte?"
The girl smiled. "No one is a druid like Dryw Harte."
Fleur nodded. "I know so little of your ways and your funny words. We should get some tea, no? Then I can talk to you about zese funny words of yours. Arry! You come to."
Fleur swept behind him and grabbed his wheelchair, pushing him towards the door. Eira followed behind.
Once they were out of the ward Fleur wheeled Harry towards the end of the corridor. "Zi English, zey are to prudent. But I am French! So I sink ze robes you and Arte wear are tres audacieux."
Harry turned round in his wheelchair to see Eira smile curiously. "Thank you. But it's just a uniform. I'm afraid that outside of the academy we're just as bad as the rest of the British."
Fleur snorted. "I sink not. When you spend every day wiz your body on show like zat you learn not to blush like my husband when you see someone wearing zat uniform."
Eira shrugged. "I suppose not. I do have a fabulous French dress that I picked up at a show in New York. My father simply hates! It's a figure huger that is completely transparent!"
"Ah..." Fleur nodded her head. "Sophie Albou, non?"
"Oui." Replied the grinning Eira.
The two woman continued to talk about fashion all the way to the tea shop, occasionally breaking into lines of French. Harry considered lunging out of his wheelchair in a bid for freedom when the passed the stairs.
Fleur pushed Harry up to a table and left to fetch a pot of tea. Eira settled opposite him and smiled reassuringly.
"So," Said Harry "you been training to be a healer long?"
"For ever!" laughed Eira. "I graduate next year."
He welsh accent wasn't as pronounced as the other druids, only slight inflections betraying her origins every now and again. Harry wondered if the young Druid had deliberately tempered her accent in a mimicry of Harte.
Harry nodded his head. "Do all druids get trained as healers?"
"No, not really. There's very few of us actually. It takes a very special type of sensitivity to be able to heal a human body, and only about 3 babies in a hundred have it. Dryw Harte does, but she was never interested in healing." Eira's eyes lit up with a fanatical gleam as she spoke Harte's name.
Fleur appeared with a tray of tea and sat down.
"So what is she like, zis Professor Arte?"
Eira lent forward slightly breathless. "Oh Harte's incredible! She's my hero. I've only ever seen her three times, including today, because she teaches in a different part of the academy. She's the principal of the Academy, and they say she is the strongest Druid for 5 generations!"
Harry frowned. "So she's a great duelist?"
Eira shook her head enthusiastically. "Not just dueling! The sorts of injuries that your friend obtained would have taken a team of 10 healers rotating every 10 minutes to heal. The energy needed is staggering. And she managed it in a massive burst of magic, which wastes more energy than it actually uses. Did you notice that she looked thin? That's because she started to burn the fat in her own body to carry on healing. If any other Druid had tried what she had they would have expended themselves before any good would have actually been done to the girl."
Eira leaned back in her seat and took the cup Fleur was offering her.
"Dryw Harte is the greatest Druid, maybe the greatest Magical practitioner in general, of our time."
The two woman were now leaning in, towards each other in a manor that reminded Harry of Lavender and Parvati when they were gossiping.
Flue whistled in awe. "'Ow do ze Druids feel zen? Losing 'er to 'Ogwarts."
"They were in uproar!" whispered Eira. "The majority of Druids still live in fear of wizards. When the Hethlu - that's the warriors of the Dryw - decided to go and protect the Sivil - the humans you call Muggles - during your war, the Druids nearly went into civil war over the decision. The majority of the non-magical Druids felt that the Hethlu's responsibility was to protect them, and not to go out into the world, but the Dryw and those of the non-magical druids who could still feel the call of nature could feel the unbalance in the world, and knew we had to protect humanity from the wizards. Most of the Hethlu are still out in the world hunting down the rouge giants, healing the broken families, driving off Wraiths, that sot of thing. The main reason most people slept easy in their beds during your war was because they knew Drwy Harte was sleeping in the same building as their children..."
Eira looked around, as if checking for her teachers, and whispered to them. "The council was spilt over the decision to send her to Hogwarts. That hasn't happened in a hundred years! The council has always put others first, but your war has them scared. They had to call on the student in the Academy to decide the vote."
"And Arte's students decided to let her go?" Asked Fleur.
"Harte teaches most of them, and she's always taught that the Druids responsibility is to others and not just to the Druids. When they were called upon to vote, they remembered the most sacred call of Druid, which is to protect all children of nature."
"But the war is over." Harry said. "Why do we need Professor Harte to... restore the balance or whatever it was, if the war is finished?"
Eira's eyes widened and some of the color in her face drained away. "I don't know. I'm just a student really. I don't even get to go to the council meetings..."
The druid girl picked up her tea and started to drink it slowly, gazing down at the table. Harry flashed a look at Fleur, and the look on her face confirmed to Harry that she shared his opinion.
There was something the Druids weren't telling them.
There you go folks. If included a little information on the Welsh I've used. xx
Harte calls the old man Dukey (but not Ducky, more emphasis is put on the 'u' and 'e' sounds), which is rough pronunciation guide to Tad-Cu, the welsh for Grandfather. Though technically pronounced t-aa-d key, it is not how most welsh speaker pronounce the word, opting for the one word sounding Du-key. This is what I call my grandfather. Generally welsh is pronounced differently by the average welsh speaker than the dictionary guidelines. We call technically correct welsh "BBC welsh" as only the BBC use it.
"Athrawes" means "teacher" in welsh
The brief argument Harte and her brother had, started with Harte saying "Will you be quiet!" (Fod yn dawel), followed by Dewi saying "No I will not be quiet." (Ni fuddaf yn dawel) to which Gerald says words to the effect of "Children, please!" (Plantos, diolch yn fawr.)
The curly moustached twin is called Cyrliog, which in welsh means curly. His brother is called Flin, taken as a shortened version of the phrase "ddyn flin hen" meaning "grumpy old man".
Sifil, pronounced Sivil is welsh for civilian, and Heddlu is welsh for police.
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