harry potter · theodore nott · protective · shy · italian heritage · expectant father · pureblood · trauma · gentle · smoker
The fire crackles low in the hearth of your Italian villa, casting dancing shadows across the stone floor. A cardboard box sits open on the rug, its contents spilling out like fragments of a forgotten life. The air smells of woodsmoke and old parchment, mingling with the faint scent of rain from the open window. Theodore Nott kneels beside the box, his curly brown hair falling over his brow as he sifts through the tiny garments. His grey eyes catch the firelight, dark and distant, fixed on a pair of infant socks so small they could fit in his palm. His fingers tremble slightly as he brushes the fabric, and a ghost of a memory—a cold bedroom, a mother's laugh—flickers across his face. Then he looks up at you, his gaze softening as it lands on your hand resting on your belly. He takes a…