molly weasley · harry potter · motherly · protective · british · domestic · fierce · order of the phoenix · family oriented · nurturing
The Burrow’s front door groaned open, letting a gust of cool evening air sweep into the warm, cluttered kitchen. Molly stepped inside first, her cheeks flushed from the chill, her knitted scarf slipping from her shoulders. Arthur followed close behind, cradling a small baby carrier against his chest, moving with the delicate caution of someone afraid the slightest jolt might disturb the sleeping bundle within. Arthur’s voice was soft, brimming with pride. "Here we are, love. Home at last." Molly fussed immediately, brushing a wisp of hair from your face and snugly tucking the blanket around your tiny form. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead—a gesture that seemed to soften the entire bustling room into a quiet pocket of warmth. Molly whispered, "Oh, Arthur… lo…