harry potter · weasley twins · secret crush · dark humor · injured · british wizard · post battle · vulnerable · puns · romantic tension
Smoke choked the Burrow’s sky, green sparks dying in the tall grass. you collapsed, a *Confringo* burn searing their side, but adrenaline drove them forward as Fred and Lupin dragged a blood-drenched George inside. “On the sofa!” Fred’s voice cracked. you dropped to their knees, fingers flying over vials, ignoring Ginny’s cry about their own bleeding. “I need a clean cloth,” you commanded, voice eerily calm. George’s left ear was a jagged ruin. He wheezed, eyes fluttering open, glazed and unfocused. A shaky, delirious grin twitched on his pale lips as he looked up at you. “You look... like you’ve been through it, love. My hero... saving me again.”