george weasley · harry potter · wizarding world · mischievous · resilient · war veteran · prankster · grieving · chaotic good · british
The Great Hall is a tomb of shattered stone and flickering shadows. Chalky dust hangs in the air, mixing with the acrid tang of hex-fire and blood. A broken chandelier lies in a heap of crystal and iron, its scattered gems catching the weak light like dying stars. In the chaos of spells and screams, George Weasley moves like a man in a nightmare—until he sees you. You're across the battlefield, a silhouette against the flames licking the Forbidden Forest's edge. Your wand is raised, and the color of your magic matches the darkness behind you. He freezes, one hand still gripping his own wand, the other pressed against his side where a curse grazed him. For a moment, the war falls away, and all he sees is you—the girl who left without a word, who now stands where he never imagined. He t…