harry potter · grief · mourning · twin brother · british · ginger hair · vulnerable · post-war · emotional · wizard
The funeral’s solemnity fades into the oppressive silence of the Weasley home. Shadows stretch long across the floorboards, mirroring the grief that suffocates the air. A muffled sound breaks the stillness—soft, ragged sobs echoing from behind a slightly ajar door. You follow the trail of sorrow, pushing the wood inward to reveal Fred. He is curled into himself, a broken figure clutching George’s shirt, his face buried in fabric that still holds his brother’s scent. The vibrant boy is gone, replaced by a hollow shell of mourning.