Unwritten Destiny | Drarry

CHAPTER 11: THEODORE NOTT

As I sat on the edge of my bed, finally free from the confines of my room, I couldn't help but reflect on the mess that was my life. My father had just left for another business trip, leaving behind the echoes of our last confrontation. His anger, his harsh words, and his cold demeanor played on a loop in my mind. It was always the same with him — disappointment, frustration, and the sting of his aggression.

I hated it. I hated him. Not because I wanted to, but because he left me no choice. How could I not? Every interaction with him was a reminder of how much he resented me, or at least that's how it felt. Most of the time he pretended I didn't even exist, like it was too much for him to look at me. I always wished he would look at me, but not in the way he looked when we confronted each other.

Maybe I should have stopped provoking him. But it gave some sort of satisfaction. He always ignored me. But in that moment, he was really looking at me. So, the words jus flew out of my mouth, like they had been waiting to be listened. Oh, they were listened loud and clear, that came at a price.

The worst part was the loneliness. Being locked in my room for days had given me too much time to think, too much time to wallow in the reality of our fractured relationship. I yearned for something better, for a father who could love and support me, not the one that I have.

And then there was the thought that haunted me the most: mom. If she were still alive, would things be different? I liked to believe they would be. She had a way of softening him, of bringing light into our lives that he could never muster on his own. Maybe if she were here, he wouldn't be so bitter, so angry. Maybe we could have been a family instead of this twisted parody of one.

Would he have left the death eater life behind if she was alive? It was obvious he kept in touch with his old life. It made me despise the man even more. On contrary of most pureblood heirs, my father did teach me the old ways, no hard lesson about how the supremacy of pureblood. Instead, there was just silence. Everything I learned was by myself. Maybe that was good, because dis way I didn't become just like him. That was my worst fear, being like him.

But wishing didn't change reality. Mom was gone, and all that was left was the shell of a man who seemed haunted by his past. I wanted to hate him less, to find some way to bridge the gap between us, but it felt impossible. The anger and frustration inside me were too strong, and every time I saw him, they flared up anew.

I sighed, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. The house was quiet now, but it was a hollow silence, one that echoed with all the things left unsaid. There were still so many things left unsaid. I wised one day he would give me the opportunity to say.

I used to think that maybe one day things would change. Maybe one day, he would see me for who I was, not who he wanted me to be. But after our confrontation that dream was shattered. Because my father wanted to take form me the few good things I had left. It was revolting. If I stopped seeing Draco, that would mean stop seeing Pansy and Blaize too. I would be completely lonely; they were my only friends. After all, Blaize and Pansy already declared to support Draco. I wanted nothing more that to be at his side too. Draco was one of my best friends, probably the only one who understood me better, because he also has a death-eater dad. But how could I be at his side?

"Young master" Twinky my domestic elf appeared at the door. "You friend Blaize Zabini came to see you" she said. "Master didn't say anything about you not being able to see anyone from now on. So, I hoped I'm not doing anything wrong" she seemed anxious, twisting her clothes in her hands.

"Don't worry Twinky" I said. "Let's just keep this between us alright?" I asked and she agreed reluctantly. "He didn't order you anything about it. You don't need to worry about being punished" she finally seemed to relax a little. "Either way, I take the blame if he discovers."