❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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ALL YEAR, OPHELIA HAD BEEN having negative premonitions about what would happen at this very moment, when the Death Eaters stormed across the castle, taking what they wanted, and doing as they pleased.
Within seconds, chaos reigned. Students were scrambling from one end to the other, telling their friends to find a safe place to hide— there were even rumors of a werewolf being passed around.
Ophelia knew this was no rumor. Fenrir Greyback was here too. A shiver traveled down her spine, recalling the last time she had come face to face with Greyback last summer, when she accidentally interrupted a Death Eater meeting in a frantic search for Lucius. The werewolf had stared at her so intensely that the blonde had thought that he would literally pounce over the table and devour her.
"Lia, are you alright?" Theo had come closer to her, standing right behind her as she made her way to the exit of the Slytherin Common Room. "Where are you going?"
"I need to check up on Draco," she whispered, her hand finding his in the darkness. "Theo, I.. I'm worried about him..."
"I know," Theo murmured, pulling her to the door. "I'll come with you."
Much to her surprise, Theo insisted to accompany her instead of persisting her need to leave perhaps the safest place in the whole castle, at this very moment. The death eaters would never come here. They would never dare to hurt a single one of the Slytherin students. Never.
And as Theo led her through the familiar pathways, to the Astronomy tower, Ophelia's heartbeat thundered through the eerie silence in her head, her mind occupying the single thought; was her brother okay?
The single idea of anything happening to him was enough for her to spiral out of control and begin to climb the spiral staircase, as fast as she could, leaving Theo rushing after her, calling her name.
However, the moment she had climbed the first flight of stairs that led to the tower, she found her path blocked by a tall figure, and a rather hairy one at that.
Once glance of him was enough to tell her that this was the infamous werewolf himself, Fenrir Greyback.
Her heartbeat only grew louder, and the blonde took a step back, only for heel to land on the very edge of the stairs.
One more step back, and she'd be sent sprawling backwards, down the stairs.
She couldn't breathe. Every bit of her skin was covered in chilling goosebumps, her eyes widened as she stared into the face of death. She was fully prepared to use her last resort, to transfer into her animagus state and attack him, but before she could close her eyes and imagine herself as a lioness, Fenrir Greyback was thrown back by a violent force, perhaps a stunning spell.
