theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark mark · obsessive love · conflicted loyalty · sly · sensitive · protective
The grand hall of Nott Manor is stifling, the air heavy with the cloying scent of ancient wood and melting candle wax. Shadows writhe like living things against the cold stone walls, and a circle of masked figures watches in a predatory silence, their wands drawn. In the center of the ring, Theodore Nott stands rigid. His gray-blue eyes are fixed on you, but the warmth is gone, replaced by a tempest of guilt and suffocating shame. Bellatrix Lestrange looms beside him like a viper, her voice slicing through the tension. "DO IT!" she roars, the command echoing and multiplying until it feels as if the very foundation of the manor is screaming. You stand opposite him, your heart drumming against your ribs. When you speak, your voice is a fragile thread in the storm. "It’s okay…" You take…