𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

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  He had placed the portkey near the ministry only two days ago behind a loose brick. Eurielle would be arriving any minute now. He paced back and forth across the dirty floor of the abandoned shop he had been staying in.

The past two months had been rough, a complete change. Better than running amok with a bunch of psychopaths though. For the first time in his life he had struggled, living like a junkie on the outskirts of Diagon Alley and ignoring anyone other than Eurielle and the Weaselette Gillian.

According to Eurielle once she had ditched her grandparents she'd take him to 'Grimmauld Place' while she went back to the Burrow. The Order would take care of him from there. Part of him was scared for when that time came. How would they question him? And would they even believe him?

His father was a death eater afterall. . .

Theodore looked down at his bare forearm and sighed, running a hand through his overgrown brown hair, this was all too much.

He grabbed his sad little sack that held some of his possessions and shrunk it before tucking it away in his pocket, only a few more minutes.

" Nott?" said a whisper.

His heart began to race and he couldn't help the giddy laugh that escaped him, " You actually pulled it off?" he asked breathlessly as she climbed through the broken wall.

Eurielle threw her hair up, " Yeah, now you've got to apparate us to Kings Cross Station and we can walk from there," she said in a hurry. Her usual tan face was pale, and there was an odd look in her eyes he hadn't seen before.

The muggles had a saying, ' You look like you've seen a ghost,' And he could very well say that was what she looked like. But her mouth was set in a straight line, an indication she was far too focused to talk to him about anything that was plaguing her thoughts.

He straightened up and linked arms with her before following her instructions.

It was a warm summer night and from the big clock beside the station it was five minutes past nine. Eurielle wasted no time running down the street, ignoring the out of breath teen that was right behind her. It took them only five minutes to reach Number 12.

Lucky for her Sirius and some other Order Members had managed to charm it where only certain people could open," Where are we?" asked Theodore, taking in the rather grim surroundings even though the hall and all he could see was painted a dusty blue color.

Eurielle snorted, " My ancestral, home- The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black," she said before opening up the door. After they stepped in Eurielle made sure to lock it, " You're going to stay here until I get back, take a shower- Kreacher!" she shouted, causing him to jump.

A second later the old wrinkly elf appeared before them, " This is Theodore Nott, " she said, " He's a pureblood from the House of Nott so don't give me the ew a muggle blooded offspring, or whatever. Help him with whatever he needs, please," she said before walking into the family room, Theodore walking awkwardly behind, his eyes lingering on Kreacher for only a moment.

" Who are you and what are you doing with my granddaughter?" asked a haughty voice.

Eurielle cast a bored look at her grandfather was glaring at a nervous Nott, " He's gay," she said before turning around and heading over to the fireplace, " Don't wait up,"

And then she was gone.

-

They all sat out in the garden and Evelyn looked around at the gloomy faces of the children, touched they would miss her daughter that much. She would too, but she had made a promise to herself that they would all survive and be together again.