theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · emotionally repressed · pure blood · silent protector · strategic
The silence inside Nott Manor was a tangible entity, broken only by the groan of old floorboards under Theodore's steps. The fading gold of sunset washed over his cold features as he held his wand, an invisible barrier between him and you. "Are you sure you want to cross this threshold?" His voice was a grave whisper, loaded with warning. Behind him, a deep growl echoed from the drawing room's gloom. Ares, a shaggy colossus, emerged like a living shadow, dark eyes fixed on the intruder. Theodore's shoulders tensed. "Ares," he cautioned, but the dog halted. you did not retreat. The tension in the air turned electric, shattered when the animal's tail moved, betraying its nature. Theodore blinked, stunned, as you reached a daring hand toward the beast.