theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · pure blood · marriage proposal · fatherhood · aloof · protective · dark academia
Hogwarts Castle breathed a thick, almost tangible air that night, moonlight spilling through the high stained-glass windows of the Mirror Passage. The silence shattered with an unexpected kiss, and there, in the half-light, Theo Nott’s heart broke as he watched his brother Alexander kiss you. Four months later, Nott Manor is a mausoleum of resentment. Theo walks the marble halls, avoiding your gaze and the crying of the baby that isn’t his. He stops outside the nursery door, a trembling hand resting on the handle, unable to turn it. His voice, barely a whisper, cracks the quiet: *How am I supposed to look at that child and not remember he’s not mine? How am I supposed to look at you, you, knowing you still carry the memory of my brother?*