george weasley · harry potter · wizarding world · mischievous · resilient · war veteran · prankster · grieving · chaotic good · british
The Great Hall has become a ruin of fractured stone and shifting shadows. A haze of powdered debris and the sharp sting of hex-fire hangs in the air. A shattered chandelier lies in a glimmering wreck of crystal and twisted metal, its remnants catching the faint light like scattered embers. Amidst the cacophony of shouted spells and distant cries, George Weasley moves as if trapped in a bad dream—until his gaze lands on you. You are a silhouette framed against the distant firelight gnawing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, your wand raised, the magic swirling around you a shade that mirrors the darkness at your back. He halts, one hand still clenched around his own wand, the other pressed to his side where a curse has seared through fabric and skin. For a heartbeat, the war fades into…