Happy House- Theodore Nott Fanfic

Rivero Manor

Alessia was woken up by the lively chatter of Pansy and Astoria, their enthusiasm for the journey home evident in their animated expressions. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Alessia couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, the prospect of the Christmas break bringing a renewed sense of excitement. Dressing quickly, the trio made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. The festive feast greeted them as they entered. Seated together, they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, savoring the last moments of camaraderie before the impeding farewells. As the meal drew to a close, the students who were leaving Hogwarts for the break began to gather their belongings, making their way towards the carriages that would transport them to Hogsmeade station.

As the students disembarked from the carriage, the bustling atmosphere of Hogsmeade station enveloped them. Amidst the throng of excited family and friends, Alessia, Pansy, and Astoria reunited with Theo, Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, Enzo, Jade and Armania, the familiar faces providing comforting presence.

However, a palpable tension surrounded Armania. Her usually vibrant eyes were clouded with worry, the weight of impending confrontation evident in her hunched posture and clenched fists. As they boarded the train, the anticipation of the journey home was tinged with a sense of unease, particularly for Armania, who knew all too well the storm awaited her arrival. Finding an empty compartment, the group settled in, the familiar surroundings offering a semblance of comfort. The rhythmic chug of the train and the soft glow of the lanterns set the stage for a candid conversation.

Blaise was the first the speak, his voice soft with concern. "Armania, is everything alright?"

Armania sighed, her gaze falling to her hands clapped tightly in her lap. "I'm just...I'm dreading going home. My parents...they're not going to be pleased.''

Jade reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. "You don't have to face them alone, Armania. I'm here for you."

Alessia nodded in agreement. Draco, leaning against the window added, "besides, it's the holidays. They can't be that bad right?"

Enzo chuckled, trying to lighten the moon. "Famous last words, Draco."

Mattheo interjected, "What's done is done. Let's focus on the present and enjoy the journey home.''

As the train began to slow, a bittersweet atmosphere settled over the group. The familiar sights of the station came into view, marking the final moments of the adventure. Theo, his usual confident demeanor softened by the gravity of their parting, turned to Alessia. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he held her close, as if trying to capture the essence of the moment, the warmth of her presence etched into his memory. Alessia nestled into his hug and they shared a lingering kiss and walked out of the train.  

The station buzzed around them. As they parted, Theo whispered words of affection, his voice tinged with longing. ''I'll miss you, Alessia. Until we meet again."

With a final embrace and a lingering gaze, they stepped apart. Alessia joined her sisters and they navigated through the bustling station. The search for their parents was a solemn affair, the weight of their looming confrontation hanging heavily between them.

Finally, spotting their parents amidst the throng of travelers, Alessia's heart sank at the sight of their stern expressions. Their mother's lips were pursed in a thin line, while their father's steely gaze bore a silent reproach that spoke volumes. Without a word, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension, the sisters were led away, apparating from the crowded station to the foreboding silhouette of their family's manor. The imposing structure loomed ahead, it's dark facade a stark reminder of the secrets and shadows that lurked within the walls. As they entered the cavernous halls, a chilling silence greeted them, their parent's stony silence a cold barrier that left the sisters feeling isolated and vulnerable. No words of greeting, no gestures of warmth; just the palpable tension that filled the air, suffocating any semblance of familial warmth. The sisters retreated to their respective chambers, the weight of their parent's silence pressed heavily upon them.

Alessia pushed open the heavy wooden door to her room, the familiar creak echoing ominously in the dimly lit chamber. As she tapped inside, a shiver traced her spine, the room's atmosphere heavy with an ancient stillness that seemed to permeate the very air. The room itself was a testament to a bygone era, its grandeur faded and worn by the passage of time. Tattered tapestries hung limply from the walls, their once vibrant colors muted to a somber hue that matched the room's melancholic ambiance. Dust-laden bookshelves lined one wall, their contents a collection of forgotten lore and arcane texts that whispered of secrets long buried. A towering four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its curtains drawn tightly closed as if shielding some long-forgotten mystery. The bed itself was drape in fabrics that had lost their luster, their once opulent sheen now dulled by years of neglect. Moonlight filtered through the room's solitary window, casting long, showy fingers that danced across the worn wooden floorboards. The flickering candlelight cast eerie silhouettes that seemed to move of their own accord, the room alive with a restless energy that belied its seemingly abandoned state. As Alessia lay down, the weight of the room's history pressed upon her, its walls whispering tales of days gone by, of secrets and sorrows that echoes in the darkness. It was a room stepped in history and haunted by memories, its eerie tranquility a stark reminder of the mysteries that lay hidden within its somber confines.

Alessia was roused from her uneasy slumber by the soft voice of her house elf, its gentle reminder piercing the heavy silence that enveloped her room. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reluctantly rose from the bed, the room's oppressive atmosphere clinging to her like a shroud as she made her way towards the door. The hallway outside was a labyrinth of dark wood and faded tapestries, the walls lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors whose watchful eyes seemed to follow her every move. The air was thick with the scent of aged books and musty velvet, the dim light from the sconces casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the worn stone floor. As she navigated the winding corridors, the oppressive weight of the manor pressed down upon her, its ancient walls bearing witness to a history steeped in secrecy and sorrow. The hallways seemed to stretch on endlessly, its endless twists and turns a testament to the labyrinthine nature of the manor's design. Finally she arrived at the dining room, its grandeur a stark contrast to the decay that seemed to permeate the rest of the house. A massive wooden table dominated the space, its dark surface polished to a mirror-like sheen that reflected the flickering candlelight. Ornate candelabras adorned the table, their flames casting a warm, golden glow that momentarily dispelled the room's somber atmosphere. The chairs were high-backed and imposing, their carved designs depicting scenes of battles and conquests long past. Taking her seat at the table, Alessia sighed, looking at the food her house elves were bringing her and her family.