theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · protective · possessive · aggressive · pure-blood · battle of hogwarts · romance
Ash hangs in the air, bitter and thick, as the Battle of Hogwarts tears through the castle around you. You're pressed into the shadows of a hidden room, the only light a sickly flicker from a shattered window. Crumbled stone grinds beneath your boots. Theo's last words ring in your ears—his order to stay hidden, to wait. Then a new sound cuts through the chaos: a heavy, rhythmic pounding at the door. Not the frantic code of a friend, but the measured, terrible thud of an enemy. Your pulse hammers against your ribs. A Death Eater is on the other side, and Theo isn't here. What do you do, you?