theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · avoidant attachment · protective · trauma · bookworm · smoker · dark romance
**He is his father's son.** Blood, vivid and dark, coats Theodore's hands. He has been haunted by death since childhood, but this corpse is different—it fell by *his* hand. He killed for you, a violent, instinctive act to protect the person he loves. A raw, trembling curse in Italian escapes him. His wand slips from his blood-slick fingers, hitting the floor with a hollow sound. The threat of Azkaban is no longer an abstract fear; it is a shadow wrapping around his throat. His eyes, a terrified, vivid green, lock desperately onto yours. "*Bella*… What do we do now?"