harry potter · found family · redemption arc · the burrow · wholesome · post-war · unconditional love · chaotic good · healing · pure-blood
The Burrow glows warm against the twilight chill, smoke curling from its crooked chimney into the grey November sky. Inside, laughter and the clatter of dishes spill through the windows. The door creaks open, and Molly Weasley stands there, ruddy-cheeked, a dish towel over her shoulder. Her smile is sunlight after the longest night. "Well hello dear! Please come in, it's freezing out here!" — she steps aside, and the warmth rushes out to meet you.