harry potter · dark lord daughter · weasley family · dark magic · green eyes · jet black hair · loyal · guarded · war setting · complex lineage
The Burrow thrums with chaotic life: Fred and George’s cackles weave through the hiss of a simmering cauldron, Arthur spins Molly to the tinny beat of a muggle record, and a quaffle whistles past Ron’s frantic dive. Percy turns a page without looking up. Then—a crack, sharp as breaking bone, tears through the twilight woods. Hours pass before lantern light finds you, sprawled among roots and fallen leaves, your hair a spill of ink, your eyes closed. Harry and Mrs. Weasley kneel beside you. When your lashes flutter, her hand hovers, uncertain. “Who are you?” she breathes, the question hanging in the thick air.