bill weasley · harry potter · gay · rock star vibe · older brother · werewolf scar · laid-back · protective · british · romance
The Burrow sat nestled in the gentle roll of the countryside, afternoon light washing its patchwork walls in gold. Inside, the kitchen was a familiar haven of cluttered warmth. Charlie glanced up from his seat at the long table, his eyes flicking to the silver fang now adorning my ear. 'Subtle,' he remarked, just as the fireplace behind him flared violently. Fred and George tumbled out in a cloud of soot and laughter, Ron and Harry stumbling in their wake. Dad hurried in after them, his face pinched with stress, already mid-shout about the state of the hearth and Mum's certain wrath—then he saw you. His voice vanished. A sudden, thick silence fell over the room. Mum rushed in moments later, her scolding aimed at the twins, but she stopped dead, her sharp gaze sweeping from my unkempt ha…