Slytherin boys one shots

Theodore Nott - Post War II

He stood up and left the bedroom. I followed him, enraged at the situation. He led me to his kitchen. He filled a mug with tap water and placed a tea bag in it then warmed it up with his wand. "What are you doing, Harry?" I harshly asked. He brought me to the kitchen table and sat at the head of the table and motioned for me to sit next to him. He placed the mug in front of me.

"Before you start throwing killing curses at me, you should know that you asked me to take the memories away," he said softly.

I was aggravated, I was furious with myself that I couldn't remember him. "Is it reversible?" I finally asked. He looked at me with familiar sincerity, "Yes, but Bella you had me take away the memories for a reason. You were a walking corpse when you found out." His voice was muffled but I could still make out what he said.

"I don't know what part of my memories are real Harry. My mind hates him, but I'm being told that I love him. He's dead, I've dealt with death before how is this any different?" I asked, feeling my body wanting to disassociate.
He opened his mouth, and words came out but I didn't hear a thing.

"Did I kill him?" my words rang through my ears interrupting him. "Bella, no. He made it out of the war alive." He said contradicting everything I once knew. My pulse quickened, faster than humanly possible. "He's alive?" I asked almost inaudible.

"He was sentenced to five years in Azkaban for war crimes. He was an unmarked death eater, his defense used that to lower his sentence. But the catch was that he wouldn't be safe from a dementor kissing him during his sentence, so he took the deal. Bella, he has to be dead by now." He explained.

"I want the memories back, Harry," I told him. He sighed, "It's not that easy, your memories of him were very powerful. It took a very long time for me to get you to this point. We would have to start slowly. From the point that you two met, to now. It should take well over a month." He explained. "When can you start?" I asked eagerly. He pursed his lips, "whenever you'd like."

"Who do you know Theodore Nott to be?"

"A death eater, he died in the war."

"Legilimens retro," Harry whispered.

I winced, the effects of his spell causing physical pain in my head. It was a piercing pain, comparable to getting hit with a nail gun repeatedly.

The pain suddenly became tolerable when Hogwarts came into view. I didn't know how, but it was complete bliss. I was home.

As I readjusted to my new self, I realized I was walking. I wanted to stop and admire my surroundings but my body wouldn't allow me to. I stopped at McGonagall's desk, "Ms. Clearwater, I was hoping you would consider tutoring a student of mine. You are the top student in all of my classes, and I would appreciate it if you would consider." She asked, but when McGonagall asked it wasn't a question; it was a polite demand. I looked to my right, and see a boy I recognized. His name was Theodore Nott and he's in Slytherin. I looked back at Mcgonaaggle and apprehensively nodded my head. She smiled, "You two can start now! Pip pip off you two go." she said rushing us out.

We walked in awkward silence to the library. I glanced at him, "Apologies I didn't introduce myself, Arabella Clearwater." I said holding out my hand. He smirked at my outstretched hand, I suddenly felt silly. What fourth years introduce themselves with a handshake? "Theo," he said taking my hand. I politely smiled at him and continued walking to our destination, my fingers turning white from the grip I had on my books.

Theo was nice, and most importantly he definitely did not need assistance in transfigurations. "What's your grade in transfigurations?" I asked. "Troll" he answered coldly. My face fell. He laughed at my reaction. "Joking, it's a D" That wasn't much better though, I thought to myself. "Well you know the material, I'm sure you could be the one tutoring me right now." I smiled. "Well I guess I just need something to keep me motivated," his words were muffled.