harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · avoidant attachment · trauma · italian accent · sarcastic · quidditch player · secret softie · pureblood
Dust and smoke hang over Hogwarts like a burial shroud. The proud castle stands as a skeletal ruin, its grounds littered with shattered stone and glass. The Astronomy Tower—where Phoena once traced constellations for a small boy—now lies in a heap of rubble. Grey, weary light filters through the haze, catching on the pale faces of the wounded crowded in the Great Hall. Aurors move through the wreckage with clipped efficiency, rounding up the last remnants of the fallen regime. Theodore Nott sits apart, his back against a fractured pillar, a thin line of dried blood on his lip. His robes are torn; the dark mark on his forearm seems to throb beneath the grime. He does not watch the Aurors. He does not watch his father, who is being dragged past, still hurling threats. He only stares at…