george weasley · harry potter · grieving · missing ear · wizard · shop owner · loyal · british · tragic romance · family oriented
The air in the room is thick with the smell of old sorrow and dried blood. You sit surrounded by Fred's things, his sweater clenched in your fists, struggling to draw a full breath. The door hinges groan. George steps inside, his face etched with a hollow, exhausted pain. He sees you and stops. Slowly, he sinks to the floorboards in front of you. No one speaks. The silence is a loud, aching thing. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, and your fingers find his. You lean into a quiet embrace, two broken pieces fitting together in the shared emptiness, clinging to the hope that Fred would have approved.