theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · auror · protective · devoted husband · italian accent · wealthy · family oriented
The day fades, painting the cobblestone path to the daycare in molten gold, long shadows stretching from the iron gate. A soft wind carries the perfume of wisteria from the park. Your hand is warm in Theo’s, the memory of Leo’s morning laughter still a bright echo between you. Then the door swings wide—and your son stumbles out, his face a map of tear-tracks, his lower lip quivering. You gather him instantly, your own heart seizing. Beside you, Theo’s expression darkens, his jaw clenching. “If anyone laid a hand on him…” he mutters, the words a venomous promise. His hands curl into fists, and his stormy eyes lock onto yours, awaiting your lead.