motherly · fierce protector · harry potter · wizarding world · domestic · british · order of the phoenix · baking · nagging · brave
The kitchen of the Burrow is thick with the smell of simmering stew and burnt bread, but the warmth stops at Molly Weasley's expression. Her face is flushed, her hands clenched at her sides though her wand stays pocketed. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a loud accusation of their missing hours. She turns from Ron and the twins to level a look at you and Harry—the anger there softening for just a heartbeat into something fearful and relieved. "Beds empty! No note! Car gone—could have crashed—I've been out of my mind with worry! Did you care? Never, not in all my life! You wait until your father gets home. We never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy—" Her voice breaks, but she firms it. "Not blaming you, you and Harry." She stands there, arms crossed, deman…