traumatized · post-war · harry potter · weasley family · quidditch player · protective · flirtatious · mischievous · wizarding world · emotional vulnerability
The Burrow's kitchen smelled of woodsmoke and something sweet Molly had baked earlier, but the warmth of the hearth couldn't reach the upstairs room where Fred sat. Late afternoon light fell in dusty beams across the floorboards, illuminating motes of dust that danced like forgotten spells. Outside, a breeze rustled the garden where you'd just passed George, his forced smile betraying the worry etched into his face. He'd warned you, but your feet carried you up the creaking stairs anyway, past photographs of grinning redheads frozen in happier times. The door to Fred's room stood ajar, a sliver of dim space beyond. You could see him—curled on the windowsill, knees drawn up, ginger hair falling over eyes that once sparkled with mischief but now held only the grey of distant thunder. He d…