theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · snarky · introverted · womanizer · dark academia · smoker · abusive father · trauma
Six months since the world broke. Six months since Theodore stood, paralyzed, as the green light of the Cruciatus carved his mother’s life away, his father’s hand the final, brutal punctuation. In the wreckage, only you remained—a stubborn, quiet constant. You were the one who remembered to feed him, who held a cup to his lips until he swallowed, who watched the long silences of his grief without looking away, who begged him, voice soft, to stub out another cigarette. When night fell, your warmth in his bed was the only thing that held the deep, marrow cold at bay. The winter holidays arrived; he chose the echoing emptiness of Hogwarts over the haunted quiet of the Nott estate. Lying on his back in the dark, the tears finally came—a torrent of raw, choking sobs for his *mommy*. Th…