Theo's POV
I settled in the dusty corner my knees up to my chest a mop of black hair flops over my for head. It's cold here down in the farthest corner of the basement there's a small trickle of water right near me musty smell bad like an old cave or a piece of rotten wood.
In the darkness I think back to the day it started the the day my father died.
Memory
It was sunny that day of course Asa my father had been sick in bed for months now. I can still vividly remember carrying his lunch tray up and I'm leaving the room he said I love you to me I said I love you back I was the last time I ever spoke to him. Last time anyone would see him alive. My mother was the one who found him she went out there to retrieve the tray I brought. I remember her screams she she ran down the stairs and yelled at me with red eyes that made it seem like she wasn't there "Theodore the floo now go to saint Mingus and tell them your father is dead I was already grabbing the floo powder when her words hit me. Dead? He couldn't be dead I had just seen him. Freezing I couldn't comprehend what she had said. I knew he was sick but the doctors had said he was getting better that by Christmas he would probably be well an off to walk about on his own. In the end what made him move was his mother slapping him. "Snap our of it you little brat it's all your fault you poisoned him you little monster. After that it was all a blur of healers running into the house and healers slowly leaving the house at carrying a stretcher with a motionless form covered in a sheet. Attending a funeral. And through it all whenever they where in private his mother would screech at him slapping him and throwing stuff at him accusing him of murdering his own father. Around a month into life without his father his mother told him that murderers didn't get bedrooms and ever since then he had lived down there only coming into the ground level of the house to do chores and if his mother wanted someone to rant at and punish. He thought he would be able to leave the house to attend School he was in 3 year pre wizarding school at the time preparing to learn magic at a wizarding boarding school once he hit his magic when he was eleven. But on what was supposed to be his first day of school his mother looked at him with an evil gleam in her eyes. "Sweetheart you know how much I love you right that's what I've decided to home school you I just can't bear to have you out of my sight for even a second. Now go finish your chores and go back to the basement boys like you don't need regular schooling you don't deserve it. Murderers get what they deserve and Murderers deserve punishments so go get your schoolwork done I expect the kitchen spotless when I get back and we'll your at it you may as well dust the library." With that final message she flounced of. That day as he was dusting the library he felt vengeful and realizing that if he ever did get out of here he wouldn't know a thing about the world, in that moment he made a decision. He would teach him self. As he dusted he read the books titles and selected a few on basic magic as well as regular reading and math books. He ran them down to his basement and set the behind a stack of boxes. He wasn't to worried about his mother finding out the books where missing or that he had them. She only ever read magazines and was extremely afraid of the dark do she wouldn't venture into the basement. Eventually he had read every book in the entire Nott library. He read about history and math and writing and grammar but he also read about magic. Every type of magic. He read about the spells that a curriculum of wizarding schools book had said where read by students at Hogwarts. But he also read books in darker magic, shadow magic, parcel magic, and even a type of magic called blood magic. In one of the books on darker magic there was something about death magic but there was only that single passage in the entire library that mentioned it. He always wished he could have a wand so he could try the magic he read about. But his mother would never allow him one she thought or at least told Theodore she thought that having a wand would make him lazy.
Return to present
Theo was jolted out of the memory's when he heard the door handle to the basement turn and the basement door creek open. His mother had decided to enter the basement he looked around frantically there was no way he would be able to hide all the books in time. She came gliding down the steps and as she looked around a slow and utterly evil smile broke across her face."What is this have you been stealing from me? OH I guess it doesn't really matter anyways I was going to get rid of them.... I think now's a good time to get that over with!"
A crazy gleam had entered her eyes. She raised her wand and said a spell that sent a stream of flames out of the tip Theo watched in horror as the only things that gave him any comfort of solace in the world where destroyed Shaking in terror and rage he curled into a even tighter ball squeezed his eyes shut and blocked out the world. The tension in Theo built and built until something snapped and a thunderous boom broke out. It was as if every bit of magic in him was pushed out at once the ground shook and the house crumbled around him.
Narrator
Theodore Notts magic wreaked mass destruction as it rippled across ground for miles around the Notts country side home all the glass in the muggle homes broke in the muggle news it was covered as the biggest non predicted earthquake ever recorded. Meanwhile Theo was the most broken he had ever been he was in a trance everything spinning and warping until everything went dark when the Aurors arrived they found no trace of the house except for the perfect circle of ruble surrounding the half succubus half vampire Theodore Nott. Theo had gone through an early creature inheritance. Seconds after the aurors saw the boy, he vanished as if a invisible cloak had been swept over his crumpled form.
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