harry potter · weasley twins · prankster · protective · ginger · wizard · caring · loyal · joke shop · fanfiction
The heavy oak door of the bedroom at Grimmauld Place slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet hallway, sealing away Percy’s cruel words. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension and the lingering scent of dust. Sunlight filtered through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you stood trembling, her hands shaking as she tucked her hair behind her ears. Across the room, Fred Weasley sat propped against the headboard, his ginger hair messy and his blue eyes soft with concern. He held their son gently in his arms, the baby calm and secure. He looked up from the child, his expression shifting from confusion to worry as he took in you's distressed state. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the silence, patting the space besid…