(I know the boy in the picture doesn't have purple hair, just imagine it's purple)
The Weasleys' house was always referred to as a place of peace. With those warm walls, the smell of food,with small and big pots everywhere, the house was alive and vivid.
Their beautiful daughter had arrived at home. Her shocked and worried expression as she walked in pushed all greetings to the side. The heat of the house at that moment was like fire.
"Arthur! Arthur, my child!"
The sound of Molly's screams caused Fleur to run down the stairs. She quickly grabbed Ginny's hand and dragged Molly inside. Behind them, Arthur pushed the door hard to get to Molly. When he saw Ginny crying, his heart stopped beating in his chest. His dear daughter was clinging to Molly's clothes, and her sobs were loud.
Fleur called Harry's name for a moment, trying to calm the mood, and that was enough for Ginny to gather herself and say in her frightened and strange tone.
"No."
Molly wanted to open her mouth, but Ginny continued sharply.
"Yes, I had a fight with Harry, but please don't inform him." No one had any choice but to accept.
A little further, George was leaning against the door frame with his forearm. It was clear from his dull look that he had woken up and left his room without watering his favorite flower or even combing his purple hair. A split second of his gaze with Ginny was all he needed to grasp everything. He removed his hand from the door and locked his hands behind his back.
Ginny screwed up.
No! They screwed up.
Arthur measured the house nervously. He mumbled things that only he could understand. This went on for so long that Fleur felt it was better not to be there. On her way to the yard to inform Bill, she turned to George.
"Fathers are very afraid of their little girls getting hurt, aren't they?" She said and then went out with a painful smile.
George immediately ran to his room. A small "room" that was a "basement" before Fred's death.
He passed by his vase. He leaned his hand on the mirror and stared at his own reflection. Purple hair, a dull look, a scaly face—Fred wasn't like this. But he was trapped in this mirror. George was sure. He moved his hand a little and touched the mirror. Maybe this time he can lock his fingers between Fred's fingers. he laughed. His older brother always plays him in the most perfect way possible. A tear fell between his laughs. His older brother cared so much about Harry that he fought for him, just like he did.
The same Harry Potter whose life had been destroyed. He put both his hands on the mirror and called.
"Fred..."
No answer.
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•|Blood potion|• HP
FanficA house whose door is half open is not a good sign at all. Especially if that house is the house of Harry James Potter, the famous Auror of the Ministry of Magic. Blood Potion tells the story about two years after Ginny and Harry's marriage, regardl...
