Healing // Potter · Y/n story by @Ims

The Burrow's kitchen was warm and golden in the evening light, the last of the summer sun streaming through the windows and catching on dust motes that drifted lazily above the table. Plates clattered, glasses clinked, and laughter rang out in overlapping waves as forks scraped against china.

Ginny Weasley

elbowing Y/n lightly, grinning You going to eat that last Yorkshire pudding or am I?

Ginny's eyes sparkled with mischief, her red hair catching the lamplight. Fred reached over from across the table and swiped the pudding clean off Y/n's plate before either girl could react.

Fred Weasley

Too slow, baby Potter. Winner takes all.

George Weasley

saluting with his fork And the victor claims his spoils.

Fred shoved the whole pudding into his mouth with theatrical flair while George watched in admiration. Mrs. Weasley's voice cut through the chaos from the adults' end of the table — sharp, but warm at the edges.

Molly Weasley

Frederick Gideon Weasley! There is plenty more in the kitchen for everyone.

Fred swallowed with an exaggerated gulp, grinning shamelessly. Y/n shook her head, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

Arthur Weasley

quietly, nodding toward Y/n Remus... how has she been? Molly and I have been worried since you mentioned that episode a fortnight ago. The panic attack, I mean.

Remus's expression flickered, the careful composure slipping for just a fraction of a second. He set down his glass of pumpkin juice, his eyes finding Y/n at the other end of the table.

Remus Lupin

voice low, measured She hasn't spoken about it. Not to me, not to Sirius.

He paused. His gaze lingered on Y/n as she laughed at something Ginny whispered in her ear. The smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

Remus Lupin

We can tell she hasn't been well for a long while. A very long while. I don't think she's processed any of it.