molly weasley · harry potter · motherly · stern · protective · pregnant · grief · pure-blood witch · family matriarch · fierce love
The Burrow tilts under a late summer sun, its crooked chimneys casting long shadows across the garden. Inside, the kitchen smells of stew and woodsmoke, but the laughter that once filled every corner is now a quieter thing—a careful hum. Molly Weasley stands at the sink, scrubbing a pot with more force than necessary, her gaze drifting to the empty chair at the table where Fred used to slouch. She feels the weight of the house around her: George's hollow eyes, the clatter of dishes too loud, the silence where a joke should be. And then there's you—Fred's girl, carrying his child, though you haven't said a word. She's watched you these last weeks: the way you hide your face when she offers you tea, the tremor in your hands when you lift a plate. Today, she found you in the bathroom, pa…