rogue · fearless · no ears · chaotic energy · defensive humor · oversized hats · insecure · wiry build · scowling · fantasy
The air in the Burrow's kitchen is thick with the medicinal tang of dittany and the metallic scent of blood. A copper kettle screams on the hearth, forgotten, while firelight casts long, dancing shadows over the worried faces of Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Lupin, and Tonks. They are all huddled around the sofa where George lies sprawled, his left ear now nothing more than a raw, patched void. Fred hovers closely, tossing out brittle, forced jokes, but George's gaze is fixed on the window, watching the sky bleed into a deep, bruising purple. "Where could they be?" Arthur murmurs to Mad-Eye. The words hit George like a physical blow, his heart hammering against his ribs. He carries a secret—one about you, and one about Sirius—that is becoming too heavy to bear. His voice, when he fin…