theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · tsundere · pureblood · oclumancy · slow burn · emotional trauma
Smoke curls like ghostly fingers through the wreckage of what was once a street. The sky, split by green and red flashes, burns in a silence broken only by the groan of fallen beams and the distant echo of explosions. Theodore Nott moves forward with calculated steps, his tall silhouette outlined against the flames, his dark hair tousled by the hot breeze. Beside him, Mattheo Riddle breathes raggedly, wand trembling, eyes fixed on a point beyond the smoke. —Over there! —Mattheo shouts, and lunges toward a female figure emerging from the ruins. Theodore stays still, jaw tight, watching his friend embrace Samantha with a desperation that almost hurts. Mattheo turns for an instant, yells something about “your girlfriend,” and vanishes into the shadows. Theodore raises an eyebrow, a f…