Snow blanketed the rolling hills surrounding the Burrow, the warm glow of lights from the windows casting a soft golden hue against the early evening sky. You stood just outside the front door, bundled up in your coat, your fingers gripping the sleeves nervously as you stole a glance at Ron. He gave you a reassuring smile, his large hand wrapping around yours, giving it a squeeze.

“They’re going to love you,” he murmured, as if reading your mind.

You wanted to believe him, but the nerves bubbling in your stomach refused to settle. This was the first time you were meeting the entire family, and more than anything, you wanted them to like you—especially Molly. You had heard plenty of stories about how fiercely protective she was of her children, and though Ron had assured you that she would adore you, doubt still gnawed at the back of your mind.

Before you could dwell on it further, the door swung open, and suddenly, you were being ushered inside by none other than Molly herself. She barely gave you a chance to step over the threshold before pulling you into a warm, motherly hug, her soft voice filled with genuine excitement.

“Oh, it’s so lovely to finally meet you, dear!” she said, squeezing you tightly before pulling back to take a good look at you. “Ron’s told us so much about you, and I must say, you’re even lovelier than I imagined.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered out a shy thank you, and Ron grinned, clearly pleased.

The evening passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and the overwhelming warmth that came with being surrounded by the family. And just when you thought your heart couldn’t feel any fuller, Molly reappeared, holding something in her hands—a deep-colored, hand-knit sweater with your initial stitched onto the front.

“I made this for you,” she said with a fond smile. “You’re part of the family now, after all.”

As you took the soft wool into your hands, you felt the last of your nerves melt away. Ron had been right all along.