𝘾𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮.
Sorted into Slytherin, she's constantly torn between the expectations of her bloodline and the darker allure of a house that whispers of ambition and power...
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Theodore Nott, despite his deep-rooted ties to the dark history of his family, found solace in a realm untouched by the shadows that hung over the Nott Manor.
Summer breaks had once meant Sicily, a sun-kissed paradise of warmth, the gentle caress of the summer breeze, and the scent of his grandmother's homemade cous-cous filling the air. Those were the days when he was known as Teodoro Marino-Rossi, the beloved grandson of Beatrice Marino-Rossi, and not Theodore Nott, heir to a dark legacy.
Beatrice, his grandmother, was the last thread that connected him to his own mother, Aeldra. She had despised Ignatius Nott, Theodore's father, and had actively shielded him from his influence whenever she could. Theodore still remembered the way she introduced him to her friends and neighbours in Sicily, a proud smile on her face as she called him her favourite only grandson, Teodoro. But even that thread was severed when Beatrice passed away, leaving Theodore nowhere to go but the grand, lifeless Nott Manor and a lifetime of cold memories.
The Nott Manor was a vast and opulent estate, a labyrinthine structure that seemed to stretch on forever. Yet, it was bereft of warmth, life, and the vibrant energy of a home. Photos were conspicuously absent from its walls, as if the inhabitants had long forgotten what it meant to capture moments of joy. The only exception was a painting of Salazar Slytherin, which hung ominously by the grand fireplace.
The once-grand piano that had filled Beatrice's home with melodies and love now stood in a corner of the living room, its black lacquer gleaming, untouched, and lonely. Ignatius Nott had bought it in a misguided attempt to provide Theodore with something to fill the void left by his grandmother's absence. Yet, Theodore had never once pressed a key, for he knew that the piano would remain a lifeless relic, unable to recreate the music that had once filled his heart.
The library, too, was a barren expanse. Countless shelves stretched across the room, but they held only the books approved by Ignatius, representing a narrow perspective if any. It was a lifeless place, devoid of the vibrant knowledge and hidden secrets that Theodore longed to discover.
Sitting on the living room couch, the book he held in his hands was not one of the pre-approved volumes but a forbidden treasure he had smuggled from Hogwarts' Restricted Section. The flickering candlelight danced across the pages as he delved into its dark contents, seeking answers that might never be found within the lifeless confines of Nott Manor.
Theodore's dark blue eyes scanned the text, absorbing the information with an intensity that was characteristic of him. He had always been a seeker of knowledge, even if it took him down darker paths than most.
The silence of the manor pressed upon him, making the words on the page seem all the more profound. He couldn't help but wonder what Beatrice would have thought of his choices, of the path he was forging for himself. She had always been a supporter of his, a protector against the darkness of the Nott family legacy.
