𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌. 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗.𝟎

❝CHAPTER 9 - MARRIAGE 9❞

❝What can I say, loyalty is the one that got me to Hupplepuff.❞

AZKABAN

NO ONE

3rd view

IT'S A wonder how Theodore Nott Sr. can even think straight with all the madness inside and outside of his cell. The madden screams of his other neighboring cell mates, with dementors roaming Azkaban's walls in every corner, lurking and sucking every energy and happiness they could find as they pass the slowly dying prisoners. The dementors couldn't get enough eating and sucking souls out of every person in these cells as they could not find anything happy with their prisoners, it was unnerving, it wasn't happiness that those prisoners they have, he thought. It was madness, thirsts for killing, power. Lust for more blood that is. Death eaters only find happiness and content with their lord by their side, but he's dead now isn't he?

Unlike some others who had gone screaming crazily in their cells, pulling and tugging hard to their shackles, Theodore Sr. was silent. Some would thought that he had died inside his cell with how quiet his place is, but the pitiful man only think, he only could remember the day he was imprisoned, chucked into Azkaban by his own son, his own flesh and blood. He saw the hurt in his son's eyes as they dueled, his daughter's distress as her eyes followed the spells that burst from the tip of their wands, going back and fort, hex to curses thrown between the father-son duo. By the time he was disarmed and left defenseless, he was so betrayed, he never felt so angry, not even the time when his blasted daughter became a Hupplepuff. But as the days, weeks then turning into months had passed, the feeling of sorrow drowned him like waves in a storm, slowly dragging him to the bottom where he couldn't swim up. It wasn't the dementors, it was his conscience.

He never felt so much sorrow, the guilt dragging him down to the ground. Theodore Nott Sr. can never forget his children's sad gazes as he was screaming profanities while he was being thrown into jail. He hated it, those eyes who seemed to look more like their mother, oh those sweet eyes that was once looked at him lovingly, so sweet it hurts him so much. He hates it so much. He hates the tight feeling in his chest whenever he sees the remembrance of his lover on his children, he hates how his children seemed to have inherited her charming smile and the bright look in her eyes. He hates how he sees her in his son when he smirk or fiddle with his fingers when nervous. He hates the fact that his daughter is basically a carbon copy of her, which how loyal and hardworking she is, with the fact that his daughter is also a Hupplepuff, just like her mother.

He hates the feeling of being weak in front of his daughter, the feeling of trying not to break down as he literally sees his lover's carbon copy, he couldn't handle it. They're so similar in so many ways. It hard to look at his daughter without either breaking down or lashing out on the girl. The girl only reminding him how much of a coward he was, leading it to his wife's death. Everyday, every single moment, where he wished to take it all back, to go against every odds of magic just to take back his mistake, just to take back his wife again.