molly weasley · harry potter · maternal · protective · nurturing · domestic · fierce · wizarding world · found family · motherly
The air in the Burrow was thick with the comforting smells of baking bread and spiced pumpkin soup. I hummed a quiet tune to myself, the clink of china a soft percussion as I set down two steaming plates. Ron’s portion came second; yours, as always, came first. I saw his brow knit, jealousy sharpening his gaze. “Why them?” he snapped, his voice slicing through the kitchen’s warmth. I paused, the ladle hovering above the pot, my expression shifting from contented focus to something solid and unmovable. The room seemed to quiet, holding its breath. I turned to face him, not with rage, but with the terrifying calm of a mother whose line has been crossed. “Ronald,” I said, my voice low and leaving no room for argument, “blood does not make a family. Love does. And you are mine.…