Solving the Nott

Chapter 3|

    Theodore picked up Rabastan Lestrange's file while Hermione was viewing memories, he knew he had been pretty rude to her today but, he had a reason. His breath hitched when he saw the magical photo of the man who tortured him for days. He unconsciously rubbed his scar on his forearm. Soon enough, he was sucked into an inevitable flashback.

    "Oh, little Nott Jr! You're a failure, just like your poor excuse of a father! Both of you let down our lord!" Rabastan jeered.

    Theodore spat out blood and said nothing, the cruciatus curse was starting to take a toll on him.

    "Crucio!" Rabastan bellowed, laughing maniacally, sounding a bit like Bellatrix. "You know you deserve this Theodore!"

    Theo screamed, writhing on the ground. "You know, I'm going to do the same thing Bella did to that mudblood!" Rabastan cheered, circling Theodore with the knife Bellatrix Lestrange used to engrave Mudblood into Hermione's arm.

    Theodore had no idea what was happening until he felt the piercing pain of the knife digging into his skin. He clenched his knuckles until they were white. Of course, Rabastan sliced extra slowly so that Theodore could feel every move he made.

    Rabastan looked down at his first letter, F, "Beautiful!"

    The next letter was just as bad as the first one, he held back his tears and writhed while an A was carved into his arm.

    "Oooh, even prettier! Let's see how long this takes! I'm going to make it extra painful for you!" Rabastan said, carving the I.

    Black spots blurred his vision, blood was everywhere now, Theodore felt like his arm was going to fall off.

    Rabastan carved in the L then, the U which almost hurt the most but, he hadn't carved the R yet. Theodore screamed at the amount of pain he had felt when the R was carved into his forearm, he saw a pool of blood forming beside his arm.

     Finally, Rabastan had finished the E and he thought it was done but, no. The death eater underlined the word carved into his arm.

    "Aha! Lastly, Sectumsempra!" Rabastan shouted, waving his wand.

    Theodore felt like a sword had cut him in half. Long slashes now covered his body, blood oozing out of him. He was choking for air until he blacked out, the last thing he saw was the silhouette of Severus Snape.

    "Theodore?" Hermione said, softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

    He flinched and jumped off his chair, looking for his wand wildly.

    Hermione's eyebrows were furrowed, "Hey, shh, shh. Calm down. Everything's alright. Okay?"

    Theodore calmed down a bit and saw his sleeve was pulled up and blood was flowing out of his scar. He immediately pulled his sleeve down and put his hands on his face.

    "What's wrong? Theo! Your bleeding! Let me see that!" Hermione shrieked.

    She touched his forearm and he flinched, "No. Don't! You don't want to see it!"

    Nevertheless, Hermione pulled his sleeve up and saw FAILURE carved over his Dark Mark with a line underneath it. It was bleeding due to his unconscious scratching.

    She gasped and said, "Who did this to you?"

    "Rabastan Lestrange," he uttered, trying to swipe away the tears before, she could see.