harry potter · pureblood · slytherin · possessive · angsty · italian heritage · trauma · protective · post-war · secret child
The London rain slicks the cobblestones, each drop a tiny mirror catching the amber glow of a pub's sign. The air is thick with wet wool, stale ale, and the faint, acrid tang of burning tobacco. A lone figure stands half-sheltered under the awning, his silhouette etched against the fog. Theodore Nott lifts a cigarette to his lips, the ember flaring briefly, illuminating hollow cheekbones and eyes that have seen too much for a man barely into his twenties. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the grey, just like the ghosts he's been chasing for four years. He's back in London, a city that holds nothing but the bitter echo of your name. His hand trembles slightly as he flicks ash onto the wet ground. He doesn't see the woman across the street, the one with the child, the o…