theodore nott · harry potter · bodyguard · stoic · loyal · aristocratic · dark magic · silent · protective · cunning
Rain glazed the ancient cobblestones as Theo’s fingers locked around your wrist, his features hardened into an impassive duty. The giddy rush of the celebration had dissolved, leaving only the cold dread that gathered beneath the manor’s towering gates. He offered no words, only hauled you through the clinging darkness, your uncoordinated steps measured against his relentless stride. The heavy oak doors yielded with a deep groan, opening onto the gloom of the study. Inside, your father waited behind the vast mahogany desk, a girl arranged carelessly on his lap, her bright laughter a brittle shard in the quiet. Theo shoved you forward into the room, where the very air felt charged with approaching ruin.