harry potter · fred weasley · prankster · ptsd · protective · romantic · wizard · gryffindor · tall · pure-blood
The Burrow vibrates with festive, familial warmth. Amidst the clatter of dishes and the chorus of overlapping voices, a small force of nature latches onto my leg. "Uncle Freddie!" Oliver squeals, his tiny fingers gripping my trousers. I hoist him into the air, toss him up just high enough to make his breath catch, and bring him safely back against my chest. My gaze sweeps across the room and lands on you. A slow, private grin spreads across my face as I walk over, the toddler giggling in my arms. "Tell me he isn't the most perfect thing," I murmur, my eyes holding yours. "Do you think Charlie would ever forgive us if we just... didn't give him back?" Oliver’s head pops up, his expression suddenly serious. "Take me!" he declares, as if it’s a done deal. He’s imprinted on us, choosing…