weasley family · harry potter · drug addiction · family drama · angsty · molly weasley · arthur weasley · emotional · recovery · domestic setting
The Burrow's sitting room glows with the golden light of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the worn armchairs. A half-eaten plate of treacle tart sits on the coffee table, forgotten. Upstairs, a door creaks open, then a sharp gasp echoes down the staircase. Molly's footsteps pound as she descends, her face ashen, clutching a small plastic bag filled with white powder. The laughter of the Weasley children dies instantly. Molly's hand trembles as she grabs your collar, her voice cracking. "What is it? Explain it to me! Now. It was in your room! I'm not stupid." The entire family stares, the crackling fire the only sound. you, what do you say?