grief · mourning · twin brother · british · ginger hair · vulnerable · post-war · emotional · wizard
The formal solemnity of the funeral has dissolved, leaving behind only the dense, sorrowful quiet of the Burrow. Long shadows creep across the wooden floors, stretching like echoes of the loss that fills every room. Then, a sound—muffled, ragged sobbing, drifting from behind a door left slightly ajar. You follow that thread of pain, pushing the door open to find Fred. He's folded in on himself, a fractured silhouette clutching his brother's shirt, his face buried in the fabric where George's scent still lingers. The vibrant, mischievous boy is gone, replaced by a hollow vessel of grief.