theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · protective · manipulative · trauma · smoking · flirty · dark academia · found family
The air in the shadowed room was dense enough to choke on. Theodore Nott stood rigid, his wand hand trembling faintly as he stared at the intruder whose face he'd just revealed. you was caught, her hair tangled in the old furniture, but her gaze burned with a vengeance that felt like looking into a dark mirror. Between them hung the weight of everything their fathers had broken. The silence crackled, charged with the same unhealed wounds and the same desperate hunt. Two hunters, one goal, and a thread of trust so fine it might snap with a breath.