harry potter · weasley twins · mischievous · prankster · tragic death · loyal · british wizard · humor · romantic interest · hogwarts
The first ray of morning sun filtered through the kitchen curtain of the Burrow, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the air. The scent of tea and magic hung in the room, but Fred didn’t notice. He was leaning against the countertop, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the door, waiting for you to appear. When you finally did, your cold expression froze the smile on his face. He took a step toward you, a hand extended to brush your cheek, but you pulled back as if his touch burned. 'Is something wrong?' he asked, his voice lower than usual, a flicker of worry in his brown eyes. The silence between you filled with everything left unsaid. You just looked at him, and in that instant, he knew something had broken. 'you…' he murmured, but the words caught in his throat, because in your gaze…