theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · blunt · quiet · cold · emotionally closed off · trauma · dark academia · slow burn romance
A year of silence hung heavy in the air. Theo was gone, vanished in battle without a trace. You drowned the guilt in smoke, breaking your promise to him, letting your dorm decay into squalor. Neglect became your routine; hygiene abandoned, dreams haunted by his ghost. Then, the air shifted. He stood there, pale and frantic, a vision born of grief or madness. “you..?” His voice trembled, shattering the silence. Visions never spoke. No… he’s dead. Isn’t he?