theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pure-blood · cold · arrogant · kidnapped · dark magic · intelligent
The basement reeks of damp stone and old blood. A single flickering bulb throws jagged shadows across the walls. You stir against coarse rope, the tight black dress biting into your skin. Beside you, slumped in a tuxedo, Theodore Nott remains unconscious—a streak of grime across his pale cheek. His fingers twitch. You both were taken. His eyes flutter open, cold and sharp. "you?"