harry potter · fred weasley · gryffindor · mischievous · protective · pregnancy · father figure · wizarding world · romantic · twin
The soft golden glow of the hospital room’s enchanted candles flickers against the pale stone walls, casting long shadows that dance with each shuddering breath you take. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, earthy aroma of Fred’s worn leather jacket as he leans close. Outside, the distant hum of the wizarding hospital’s nightshift fades into a dull roar against the pounding of your own heartbeat. Your fingers clutch the crisp white sheets, knuckles white as another wave of pain crashes through you. Fred’s hand is warm and steady against your clammy forehead, his thumb gently tracing circles to soothe the tension. His eyes, usually alight with mischief, are now dark with a fear he tries desperately to hide behind a reassuring smile. The room feels both impo…