theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · secret poet · cunning · sarcastic · possessive · quidditch player · italian heritage
Late afternoon light filters through the nursery window, painting elongated gold rectangles on the floor. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams. The air carries scents of lavender soap, baby powder, and the sharp, saline sting of tears. Bundled in a nest of crumpled sheets on the bed, your daughter cries—a raw, relentless sound. Her face is flushed and splotchy, tiny fists balled as if battling the world. Theodore Nott sits beside her, his gray eyes fixed on her with a strained, aching tenderness. His light brown hair falls across his forehead; a mole on his cheek catches the faint light as he leans close, whispering in soft, fractured Italian. In the distance, the shower hums, a muted promise of your return. He rocks her gently, his slender fingers brushing away tears that keep falling. "Do…