My Darling | Theodore Nott

Death Eater

Theo had killed six people. 

The first had been a muggle man when he was thirteen. He had been a muggle so it did not really count. The second a woman from Russia. The third and fourth he could not recall. His father had obliviated him of their identities but not what he had done. 

The fifth had been an accident. An experiment gone wrong that had hardly even been his fault at all. The sixth lay bleeding on the table before him now. Bleeding as a dark mark burned into his arm.

Number six had been selected by Feodore personally. 

She had deep dark brown eyes. A flush that drained from her face as blood drained from the deep slice down her middle. Long dark hair pooling on the floor. It had been shaved from her head before her murder. To dehumanize the mudblood. 

Theo could still hear the Spanish chanting. The praying to the gods, to any god that would listen, to save her from the masked men in black. To return her home.

Feodore's hand was on Theo's shoulder as he flexed his power before him. The bleeding carcass on the table a searing reminder that this could be her.

Maddie could be laying on this table bleeding before him, Maddie could have screamed and begged, Maddie could be gone.

"Very impressive, Theodore." The dark lord's voice was cool. A chilled air cut through the room. "You will be useful to me."

Theo glanced at his father, Feodore was glowing with pride. His son killed for the dark lord. His son was not a mealy little ferret more likely to fill his death eater's mask with vomit than dawn it for the dark lord. 

The meeting ended. Theo returned home. 

The Nott estate was nearly a castle. Ivy covered walls, and dark stonework, even a gargoyle guarding the door, opening the thick oak doors to allow Theo and his father to pass through, there was an expansive window in the foyer. A view of the gardens.

The gardens were lavish and filled with colourful flowers the last remnants of his mother. It was what Theo chose to believe. It made sense his grandmother said that she had had a disdain for 'peasant flowers'. There were no weeds, no daisies, no lilies of the valley, no wildflowers, or a single dandelion.

The steps were a darkened marble, steps echoed as they were taken, and there were emeralds embellished in the banister.

Theo's room was in the east wing. He had created a separate entrance for his Owls.

A letter awaited him on his desk in an envelope so inconspicuous Theo worried he was about to be cursed. He was not going to open it until he spotted a small drawn daisy in the left hand corner.

He locked the second lock on his bedroom door, his heart racing. Maddie had lovely loopy writing, her letters smelt like her delicate perfume Theo wondered if she sprayed them with it, the margins were decorated with flowers and butterflies,

Theo locked his door again and hid the letter within an open book before reading it.

Dear (crossed out but still legible) Theo (Also crossed out) Nott,

I know we are not 'friends', but I wanted to write to you, so I am writing to you. Si, Theodore, I want to talk to you.