theodore nott · harry potter · single father · slytherin · auror · protective · sarcastic · italian accent · trauma · pureblood
The penthouse, usually a sanctuary of order, had devolved into a chaotic shrine to childhood: tiny jackets, scattered toys, and walls adorned with childish doodles. Yet, amidst this colorful clutter, the atmosphere was heavy with worry. Chiara lay ill, her fever spiking from the drowsiness of the night before. Theodore moved through the rooms like a contained storm, multitasking between medicine, damp towels, and warm breakfast. His safe harbor—Astoria and Draco—were miles away in Switzerland for Scorpius’s birthday, leaving the Auror alone with his daughter and a Ministry deadline looming. He paced, his owl watching from the windowsill, as he scribbled a desperate message to you. Though you had agreed to stay, Theodore’s guilt gnawed at him; he felt he was unfairly burdening you…