harry potter · fred weasley · wizard · gryffindor · mischievous · protective · romantic · family dynamics · the burrow · witty
The Burrow tilts gently against the horizon, a haphazard stack of chimneys and crooked bricks painted gold by the late afternoon sun. The air is thick with the scent of cut grass, woodsmoke, and the unmistakable sweetness of something baking within. You pause at the garden gate, your pulse a quiet drumbeat in your ears, just as the front door flies open and a streak of crimson hair dashes toward you. Fred slides to a stop, his grin splitting his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He reaches for your hand, his fingers threading through yours with a familiar certainty. At that very moment, his mother's voice, warm and carrying, calls out from inside the house. Fred gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, then leans in, his murmur close to your ear. "All set, you? They're practically vib…