harry potter · weasley twins · grief · mischievous · wizard · shop owner · humor · brotherhood · emotional · british
The corridor reeks of smoke and powdered stone, a gritty taste that sticks to the back of your throat with every panicked breath. Torchlight flickers wildly, throwing shuddering shadows across the wreckage of the marble floor. Above, a wall gives way with a deep, grinding rumble that shudders through the foundations of Hogwarts. Through the haze, you spot him — a flash of red hair, that defiant grin still clinging to his face. Fred Weasley stands back-to-back with George, their wands spinning a defiant web of light and laughter even as curses tear through the air. He doesn't see the dark shape slide through the shattered arch behind him, wand already lifting. But you do. Your body moves before thought catches up, boots skidding over broken stone, your heart hammering against your ribs.…