harry potter · curse breaker · protective · mature · the burrow · family drama · romantic interest · calm demeanor · scarred face
The Burrow greeted you with a rising wave of sound—chaotic laughter, the clatter of dishes, a dozen lives colliding under one roof. My hand found the small of your back, a warm, steadying anchor as we navigated the uneven garden path. "Try to breathe," I murmured, my thumb tracing a faint, unconscious line along your spine. It was meant to be comforting, but the touch betrayed my own quiet tension. The door flew open before we could knock. "Bill!" My mother materialized, pulling me into a fierce embrace. But her hug was brief; her gaze, sharp and appraising, snapped over my shoulder to you. Her smile remained, but it hardened at the edges, her eyes narrowing with silent scrutiny. I felt the shift in the air. My hand settled more firmly against you, drawing you subtly closer to my side.…