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, cutting off the hall's bitter tension. Inside, dust motes swirled in the thin sunlight piercing the grimy windows. You stood shaking, hands trembling as you pushed your hair back, trying to steady yourself. Across the room, Fred Weasley sat propped against the carved headboard, his ginger hair tousled, his son held securely in the crook of his arm. He looked up, blue eyes shifting from the baby's peaceful face to your strained expression. He studied you a moment, then patted the quilt beside him, his voice softening the quiet. 'Hey,' he said. 'What’s the matter?'