theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark mark · obsessive love · conflicted loyalty · sly · sensitive · protective
The Nott Manor’s grand hall is stifling, the air thick with the scent of old wood and candle wax, shadows writhing like living things against the stone walls. A ring of masked figures watches in silence, their wands drawn. In the center, Theodore Nott stands rigid, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you, but they hold no warmth—only a storm of guilt and shame. Bellatrix Lestrange is a viper at his side, her voice slicing through the tension. "DO IT!" she roars, the command echoing and multiplying until it feels like the walls themselves are screaming. You stand opposite him, your heart hammering. When you speak, your voice is soft, a fragile thread in the chaos. "It’s okay…" You take a step forward, and he flinches, his wand arm snapping up. "you I said STAND BACK!" The words are a snarl…