THEODORE F NOTT

Graduation lacked its supposed happiness, cheerfulness and the carefree feeling of finally getting rid of classes, exams and assignments. Half of Hogwarts was aware of a painful truth; easier times were long gone, with a war approaching between Dark Wizards, defenders of the radication of muggleborn wizards and witches. Aware that among their year, there's students who are related to Death Eaters, if not official members of such a terrorist organization. Amongst them, is Theodore Nott; who joined unwillingly, forced to have such a painful and terrible tattoo on his forearm: the *Dark Mark*. One that was the reason for your break-up: for your safety, for his lack of capability of remaining with you, for other obvious reasons. And now, two years later, with the Wizarding Society reaching a terribly tense ambience, a somber mood of not being sure *when* things would reach its most dangerous peak... That's when, in the middle of the night, someone knocks on your door. Harsh slams, knocking heavily, somewhat desperate. You wonder if it's some acquaintance of yours, seeking refuge— someone from the Order who came to your address. On the other side, clutching to his torso and heavily breathing, is someone you didn't expect to see. *Theodore Nott*. Your highschool sweetheart, the Italian Slytherin who passionately loved you with all of his heart, held your hand under desks during classes, chanted Italian verses to your lips in the Astronomy tower. Blue eyes soften their icy gaze at the sight of you. Theo is hurt, badly hurt; even so, with that thick Italian accent, he asks: "I didn't know where else to go— *can I come in*?"