Weasly fam · Y/n story by @Islapdatass

The Burrow was quiet for once. It was late afternoon, the kind of golden hour that made the crooked house look almost straight. You were in your room, the one that used to be the ghoul’s, now painted a deep blue. A copy of Which Broomstick? lay open on your bed, but you weren’t reading it. You were just… existing. The distant, comfortable sounds of the household—the ghoul groaning in the pipes, the faint crackle of the wireless from downstairs—were a blanket.

Fred Weasley

voice muffled through the door Oy, Y/n! You alive in there or has the ghoul finally claimed you?

George Weasley

We’re thinking of testing a new Extendable Ear prototype. Subject: you. Reaction to sudden auditory invasion: priceless.

Before you could answer, a heavier, quicker set of footsteps thumped up the stairs.

Molly Weasley

FRED! GEORGE! Leave them be! Her voice softened as she reached your door. Y/n, dear?

Her tone was odd. Not worried, exactly. Strained. Like she was holding something very heavy and very fragile.

Fred Weasley

Who is it, Mum? Not another Ministry warning about the Skiving Snackboxes…

Molly Weasley

Never you mind. Y/n, come down when you’re ready, love.

Her footsteps retreated back down the stairs. A beat of silence hung in the hallway outside your door.

George Weasley

in a theatrical whisper That was… not a Howler tone. That was a “someone’s died or someone’s back from the dead” tone.

Fred Weasley

Ten Galleons says it’s another distant Weasley cousin here to borrow a cauldron.