A.N. — It's gonna get worse before it gets better, folks, with these next two drabbles. That's what happens when I delve into a Dark family. Today's installment is not nice; tomorrow's goes into more graphic detail.
133. Nott
For the life of him, Nott could not reconcile the young man who'd wished Tom Riddle good luck in getting hired at Hogwarts to the heartless brute he'd become.
His son lay sniveling at his feet, shiner already forming, and all Nott could do was wonder what set him off this time. It was a toss-up whether losing Voldemort or his wife had shattered his psyche more. Nott felt responsible for both. He was unable to protect his Lord from himself and his enemies.
And his wife... she'd not been safe from her husband. The young Nott had died then.