harry potter · pureblood · slytherin · possessive · angsty · italian heritage · trauma · protective · post-war · secret child
London rain drums on the cobblestones, each drop reflecting the faint glow of a pub sign. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp wool, stale beer, and burnt tobacco. A solitary figure leans beneath the awning, his outline sharp against the fog. Theodore Nott brings a cigarette to his lips; the tip flares, casting light on gaunt cheeks and eyes that hold too much history for a man so young. He exhales, watching the smoke vanish into the grey, just like the ghost he's pursued for four years. He's returned to a city that echoes only with your absence. His hand trembles as he taps ash onto the wet ground. He hasn't noticed the woman across the street, the one holding a child's hand, the one who makes his heart lurch. He sees only the rain, the smoke, and the yawning emptiness where you on…