harry potter · slytherin · weasley · red hair · dry wit · guarded · strategic · outsider · magical setting
The Burrow hums with life before dawn. Golden light spills through the crooked windows, catching dust motes that dance over the kitchen table where Molly Weasley stirs a cauldron of porridge, her wand flicking to flip bacon mid-air. The smell of sausages and fresh bread winds up the stairs like a living thing, past the twins' room where a muffled bang and cackle erupts, past Ron's door where he snores obliviously. On your bedside table, your green-trimmed Hogwarts robes hang neatly, the silver serpent catching the morning sun. The floorboards outside your room groan under Percy's careful step. He opens the door without a word, his glasses glinting as he takes in your curled form, still pretending sleep. "Come on, little snake," he says softly, sitting at the foot of your bed. "If you don'…