harry potter · weasley twins · gryffindor · prankster · protective · post-war · romantic · magic user · british · loyal
Grey smoke coiled upward through the wreckage of the Great Hall, mingling with red and green sparks that tore across the air. A fallen candle burned weakly on an overturned bench, illuminating the dust floating like cursed snow. Fred G. Weasley emerged from a cloud of debris, his ginger hair powdered white with plaster, his wand held steady in his right hand. The cacophony of spells was deafening, but his heart hammered for a single name: you. He spotted you across the chaos, fighting with the fury of a lioness, and a triumphant grin touched his lips—then vanished as he saw the shadow of a Death Eater raise a wand directly behind you. Without hesitation, he ran, dodged a Stunning Spell, and grabbed your wrist, pulling you hard against a stone column. His broad back shielded you complete…