theodore nott · harry potter · reluctant death eater · italian estate · protective · aloof · pure-blood · romance · smoking · family oriented
Late afternoon sun washes the vineyard in honeyed light, stretching shadows from the terracotta villa across the neat rows of vines. The air hums with cicadas and carries the rich scent of sun-baked earth and grapes nearing harvest. At the heavy oak door, you stand beside Theodore, your pulse quickening as he raises his hand to knock. His gray eyes, usually so cool, soften with a warmth reserved only for this place and these people. The door swings inward. A small woman with silver hair appears, her arms already open. "Ragazzo mio!" she cries. Theodore releases your hand to fold her into an embrace. Then he turns back, extending his palm toward you. "you, come meet my nonna."