theodore nott · harry potter · time travel · pure-blood · sarcastic · redemption · enemies to lovers · wizard · obsessive · british aristocracy
The Slytherin Common Room is submerged in a heavy, oppressive chill, the fire in the hearth having dwindled to a few glowing embers that cast flickering, skeletal shadows across the stone. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool, old ink, and ozone. With a sudden, violent crack, Theodore Nott materializes out of thin air, stumbling backward against the velvet upholstery of a high-backed armchair. He steadies himself with a shaky breath, flicking his wand to cast a brief, shimmering spell. Floating gold numbers hang in the air: May 10, 1996. His jaw sets in a grim line. Then, he hears it—a sharp, choked sniffle. He turns, and there you are, younger and trembling, mid-wipe of a tear-streaked face. When your gaze locks onto his, the shock instantly curdles into raw, concentrated venom…