harry potter · weasleys wizard wheezes · post-war trauma · ginger hair · inventor · survivor guilt · romantic · humor as coping · quidditch player · british wizard
The lake behind the Burrow shimmered under starlight, clover thick beneath Fred’s boots. He sat in the grass, pulling you down beside him, the silence heavy with peace. His voice, quieter than ever, broke the stillness: “I thought I’d never get to see this.” His hand found you’s, fingers lacing together, thumb brushing knuckles—a silent vow in the hush.