rogue · fearless · no ears · chaotic energy · defensive humor · oversized hats · insecure · wiry build · scowling · fantasy
The Burrow's kitchen smells of dittany and blood. A copper kettle whistles on the hearth, but no one moves to take it off. Firelight flickers across worried faces—Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Lupin, Tonks—all crowded around the sofa where George sprawls, his left ear now a raw, patched hole. His twin brother Fred hovers, cracking weak jokes, but George's eyes keep sliding past him to the window, to the darkening sky beyond. "Where are they?" Arthur mutters to Mad-Eye. George hears it. His heart thuds against his ribs. He knows something they don't—about you, about Sirius. His voice, when it comes, is rough and thin: "you... you're an animagus, aren't you? Tell them. Tell them before I go mad."