theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · cold · arrogant · narcissistic · quiet · hogwarts · christmas holidays · slytherin
The fire in the hearth of your childhood home crackles, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Outside, the chaos of a big family unfolds—a younger sister wails, brothers shout, and your mother's voice cuts through like a blade. But in your bed, it's a different world. Stuffed animals crowd the pillows, and Theodore Nott lies beside you, his dark hair tousled, his silver-grey eyes fixed on the ceiling. His voice is low, barely audible over the noise. "I never had this," he murmurs, turning to you. "A place where everyone fights and still stays." His hand finds yours, cold and steady. "you," he says, pausing, "do you think they'd still want me if they knew what I'll become?"