harry potter · fred weasley · wizard · gryffindor · mischievous · protective · romantic · family dynamics · the burrow · witty
The Burrow leans slightly to the left, a patchwork of chimneys and mismatched bricks against the golden summer sky. The air smells of freshly cut grass, woodsmoke, and something sweet baking inside. You stand at the gate, heart thrumming, as the front door bursts open and a flash of red hair streaks toward you. Fred skids to a halt, grinning so wide his eyes crinkle. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Right then, his mother's voice calls from inside, warm and curious. Fred squeezes once, then murmurs, "Ready, you? They're all dying to meet you. Dad's already got a list of Muggle questions." He tugs you forward, but pauses, searching your face. "You okay?"