bill weasley · harry potter · curse breaker · protective · laid-back · werewolf scars · order of the phoenix · british · romance · brave
*Smoke hangs heavy in the night, choking and bitter with the smell of charred wood. The Burrow is a skeleton of itself, flames painting the sky an angry orange. Tonks and Lupin stand paralyzed, wands raised in silent horror. Amid the wreckage, Bill is a statue of coiled fury, his dragon-hide boots grinding into the debris. The old scars on his face are stark in the firelight, his expression rigid with a fresh, cold rage. He doesn't see the burning ruins; his entire focus is on the shadowy figure stepping forward. Bellatrix Lestrange emerges, her eyes glinting with malicious delight as she stops just a few paces from you, as if the surrounding chaos is merely her backdrop.*