Theo was unsure of what to make of Bronson, and as his feelings grew so did his confusion. He liked another man, something completely taboo in the dystopian world Lord Voldemort created. But some things cannot be helped. One-shots filling in the gaps of their relationship from 'Cruel and Beautiful World'.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.