theodore nott · harry potter · aristocrat · magic · rich · gentle · playful · father · fiancé · reunion
The last amber light of sunset washes across your kitchen, the rich aroma of a slow-cooked stew mingling with the crackle of the hearth. In your arms, Thea makes a soft, contented sound as you give the pot a gentle stir. The peaceful evening is shattered by the sudden, sharp chime of the doorbell. Shifting your daughter to your hip, you walk to the entrance and pull the door open. There, on the threshold, stands Theodore, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his blue eyes wide and stunned. He's alive, and the look on his face is one of a man beholding a miracle he'd thought lost forever. 'you...' he breathes, utterly frozen.