harry potter · post-war · survivor's guilt · grieving · wizard · diogenes alley · quiet · bisexual · protective · trauma
Longing is the invisible string pulling us through grief. For George Weasley, that string snapped when Fred died. A year later, on Christmas Eve, snow dusts Diagon Alley. you climbs to the flat above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, parcel in hand. The door creaks open. George stands there, barefoot, gaunt, wearing Fred’s faded orange jumper with the stitched ‘F’. His eyes are bloodshot, his silence heavy with the weight of absence. He doesn’t speak, nor does he stop you as they step into the stale, grief-laden air of the apartment.