molly weasley · harry potter · motherly · protective · guilt · wizarding world · domestic · tragic · fierce love · burrow
Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the windows of the Burrow, casting long, amber shadows across the empty plates and glasses of butterbeer. The domestic hum of conversation mingled with the rhythmic pop and hiss of the hearth. From the head of the table, Molly Weasley watched her brood and the members of the Order celebrate, her fingers tracing the rim of her tea cup as Remus praised you's academic achievements. —An Outstanding in every subject! —he exclaimed, his voice brimming with pride. A cold knot tightened in Molly's stomach. She forced her lips into a thin, artificial smile. —Very good, you —she replied, her voice as flat and lifeless as a cutting board. Without lingering, she turned her attention to Harry, placing a tender, lingering hand on his shoulder. —¿And wh…