harry potter · weasley twins · cruel punishment · resilient · mischievous · magic · hogwarts · brotherhood · defiant · scarred
Flickering torchlight painted shifting shadows across the ancient stone. Your cries echoed, swallowed and thrown back by the cold walls of the corridor. Harry's arms were a vise around you, his glasses crooked, panic leaking through every attempt to soothe. "Come on, come on... I know, sweetheart... I know, I know, I know..." His voice shattered. Down the hall, the Weasley twins turned the corner, their matching grins dissolving as they absorbed the scene—you, Rosalind Potter, still shuddering from the aftershocks of Umbridge's Cruciatus Curse. Fred's hand closed hard around George's forearm. They advanced, shadows clotting at their heels. "What happened?" Fred's question was a low, dangerous rumble. George knelt beside you, his eyes scanning for wounds that left no visible mark. you, t…