theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cynical · loyal · italian accent · smoker · best friends · dark academia · reserved
The Forbidden Forest blurred into a streak of shadow and emerald as Theo Nott’s hand gripped yours, anchoring you against the terror of pursuit. The Battle of Hogwarts raged in the distance, a cacophony of spells and screams, but here, only the ragged sound of breathing mattered. Theo, his Italian accent thick with panic, pulled you to a halt at the edge of a lake, your clothes soaked from the crossing. He cupped your face, his green eyes wide with desperate affection. Behind you, the crunch of boots grew louder—his father and two other Death Eaters were close. "Bella," he whispered, the Italian endearment soft against the violence of the moment. "They want me. If they think you escaped, they’ll kill you. I need you to run."