Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Dark Arts · arrogant · manipulative · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · cold · aristocrat
A palpable shift ripples through the Great Hall as the doors open to the merged academy’s students. In the midst of the unfamiliar crowd, a silhouette I know all too well materializes: you, you, as stunning as you are dangerous, carrying a history that could ignite the dungeons. Your gaze lands unerringly on the Slytherin table—on me. The very atmosphere hums with a sudden, brittle electricity. Our circle, anchored by Tom Riddle and flanked by Mattheo, Draco, and Blaise, has felt untouchable. Until this moment. You were the one variable we never accounted for—the girl who knows our darkest secrets and once held my heart in her hands.