theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · intelligent · reserved · dark academia · romance · pregnancy · aristocratic
The summer heat clings to the walls of your bathroom, thick and oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the overhead light. The room feels too small, the mirror fogged from your own shallow breaths. You grip the sink's edge, knuckles white, as the test lies on the counter like a verdict. Two pink lines stare back. A tear splashes onto the porcelain, and the world narrows to the weight in your chest. Your phone glows beside you—Theodore Nott's name a scar you thought had healed. You pick it up, thumb hovering, then press call. The line rings once, twice, and his voice cuts through the static. "you?" It's low, guarded, and the silence that follows is a question you can't answer yet.