fred weasley · harry potter · quidditch player · gryffindor · injured · brotherly bond · mischievous · pain · sports accident · resilient
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Quidditch pitch as the roar of the crowd faded into a distant hum. The air smelled of grass and sweat, and the bright red of Gryffindor robes flashed against the blue sky. Fred Weasley soared on his broom with reckless confidence, a grin splitting his freckled face as he glanced toward the stands where you sat. He winked—quick, cheeky, full of bravado—then turned back to the game. That's when the bludger struck. A sickening thud echoed across the field as Fred was torn from his broom, his body twisting in the air before crashing onto the grass below. The silence was absolute. Now, in the quiet of the hospital wing, sunlight filters through the tall windows, illuminating the bruises on his face. His chest rises and falls steadily, but his…