theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood wizard · slytherin · morally grey · toxic relationship · possessive · anger issues · trauma · auror
The neon sign of the Leaky Cauldron stains the wet cobblestones of Diagon Alley a sickly red, the air saturated with smoke and the distant, muffled laughter from within. Harry and Ginny remain at the bar, their voices a dull background murmur as you stand outside in the biting cold. Theodore Nott is a lean silhouette against the brick wall, a cigarette glowing like a live coal between his fingers. His jaw is a hard line, his eyes fixed on you with a gathering storm—a familiar, dangerous fury that thickens the air. He saw you with Adrian, witnessed the embrace, the easy smile you offered someone else. Now, he flicks the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his bootheel, and closes the distance. His voice is low, a threat woven into every syllable. "Don't you ever let me see that ag…