Disclaimer: Not mine.

Many many many thanks to House of Nott for this FUN fest that I loved writing for, thank you the mods for being so nice, and everyone who answered all my questions patiently, this discord is such a fun place, join us! {3

Many many many thanks to my beautiful alpha and beta Cin - you can't imagine all the bad puns you guys escaped thanks to her wits! Love you, thank you for the title, for your support, for being incredible. {3

And many thanks to my dear FestumSempra discord members, where most of us love Theo as well and were rooting for me as I struggled - because I hate writing drabbles in English, ahaha! {3

This OS is part of another story in the making. That's why it isn't part of the Ficlet Project.

All the numbers refer to a specific prompt. ;)


30

He opened his eyes, his pounding heart hurting in his chest. Was he still alive? Was he dreaming? What had actually been going on? Everything hurt.

"How are you?"

The voice caught him off-guard; he wasn't alone. Had it all gone wrong, and was he dying? Wasn't he supposed to wake up on his own?

"Am I... Is this real?"

Her chiming laugh was all the confirmation he needed. They had made it through. Despite it all, he had succeeded. Because it was her. It had always been her. His choice. His destination. She was home.

"Of course, it is."


10

His knuckle gently pressed on her cheek, over her mouth and her chin, as the moonlight shined over his horns.

"Aren't you afraid, little one?"

She visibly gulped before answering.

"Should I be?"

Brave, brave girl... Unfortunately, that wouldn't be enough to save her.

"Definitely."

She narrowed her eyes, trying to take in his form even though she couldn't see him in the darkness. Only he could, no human could despite their petty magic spells. Magic was might, as witches tended to forget.

He would remind them, he often did, just before he devoured them.

"No use gripping your wand."


8

"Stand your position. And having done all, to stand firm..."

Footsteps interrupted him, as a voice shouted out in the silent church.

"Father!"

He turned to the door to see who had been brought in such a haste to his parish. But he had to stop before his old knees gave out – for he knew. The day he had lived in fear of had come. After so many years, he would get to see him again, in all his glory.

The only one for whom he had strayed from the right path – diverted into sinful pleasures forgetting his calling.

"Harry."


7

The sun was scorching. The heat soaked the back of his neck, and all he hoped for was a drink of water.

But he couldn't. The chains weighing on his ankles, on his wrists were the perfect reminder. Without them he would be able to overthrow his jailers. He didn't even need a wand, or magic. He was strong enough.

And that was why he had to stay bound, much more than any other gladiator. But even if they could deprive him of water, his thirst for freedom wasn't quenched.

Theo knew he would break free. To avenge his family.


28

"Now, now, now... Where were we?"

He turned back to her, his long strides reverberating on the cold stones where she lay.

As he crouched, a crazy glint shone in his eyes.

His wand traced the outline of her cheek, until he caught the bones of her jaw in his strong grip.

"I'll ask one more time..."

In his eyes danced the evil madness he didn't try to contain any longer.

"Where is Potter?"

"I don't know."

Her voice, too hoarse from all the screaming, was but a quiet whisper.

"And I'm sorry, so sorry I couldn't save you, Theo."


6

His knuckle gently pressed on her cheek, over her mouth and her chin, as the moonlight shined over his horns.

"Aren't you afraid, little one?"

She visibly gulped before answering.

"Should I be?"

Brave, brave girl... Unfortunately, that wouldn't be enough to save her.

"Definitely."

She narrowed her eyes, trying to take in his form even though she couldn't see him in the darkness. Only he could, no human could despite their petty magic spells. Magic was might, as witches tended to forget.

He would remind them, he often did, just before he devoured them.

"No use gripping your wand."


3

"I love you."

"I know you do."

Her soft eyes met his, her dreamy stare not betraying any doubt. Like he could do no harm, no wrong, no mistake. If only he believed in himself that much.

He stared at the blue of her eyes, feeling lost in her, doused in her adoration, in all the kindness she had always showed him – that she showed everyone to tell the truth.

"I don't know what I ever did right to find you. To get you. To be worthy of..."

Luna put her fingers on his mouth.

"Please don't. I love you."


17

"I love what you've done with the place!"

He smiled and indolently filled the glass, pouring himself a drink. Of course she loved it whenever she stumbled over his antics. Despite it all, she was still a swot.

"Oh, has he redecorated?"

Draco's voice sounded amused, as he caught his tumbler, straight out of the fireplace.

"I quite like this one. Oh, and this one! It's actually quite famous and wasn't it at the Louvre a month ago before..."

She stopped talking, frowning.

"It was stolen."

Theo winked at his best friend's fiancée.

"I won't lie if you don't ask, Granger."


16

He rolled his shoulders, getting prepared.

If he was something, it was a fighter, not a competitor - and no one could change his mind abour that.

Slowly, he peeled off his gloves, the first layer, then removed his cloak. Pretty soon, all his clothes were on the ground as Theo breathed in the sea sprays.

On his back, his tattoo was running wild, the feline ready to dip in the cold water, whereas the flower from his mother's grave kept closing up on his arm.

"See something you like, Zabini?"

Blaise gulped; his eyes still glued on his abs.


4

"What if it doesn't work out?"

Blaise guffawed.

"Relax, I saw my mom do it so many times, nothing bad ever happens. The estate protects you, blood lines and all."

"Your mom whose husbands all died?"

Blaise only laughed louder.

Pansy rose.

"Shall we get this shit show on the road then?"

Theo sighed heavily. Was this really a good idea? Would this really help him, help them, start anew? Shouldn't he just burn down the Manor instead of trying to make it recognize his fiancée in every magical way?

"Stop complaining Theo, I'm the one doing you a favour."


18

"Excuse me, Sir?"

Peeking over his book, he glared at the young students who had gathered around the side of his desk.

"Yes?"

All but one of the frightened first years took a step back. The brave one stood his ground.

"We're looking for a book, a specific book."

With a sigh, he took out his wand with a flourish, summoning the same exact book that was sought out every year, as if to test his patience.

"Is it this one?"

They nodded quietly as he frowned sternly at them.

"Off you go, then."

As if to prepare the students.


25

His hands trailed in her soft hair as he shushed her.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

He gripped her neck a little as he moved her over his cock, ready to sink into her folds.

"My good, good girl..."

She finally relaxed in the hot water as her tired body took him in perfectly, yet another time.

He had been quite rough today, so now was the perfect time for their usual aftercare. He had washed her hair, rinsed her body, and could only resist her for so long before falling for her charms.

His fiancée was a beautiful, perfect woman.


21

"Stop."

His voice startled the other man; he had been struggling against the rough rope but to no avail.

"No use, I tied the knots myself."

Theo strode into the room, watching the blindfolded and gagged Boy-Who-Lived at his mercy.

"Don't worry, there's only me", he paused then added, "this time."

Toying with his wand, he frowned before delivering his first and only warning.

"I want you to know that if I ever see you flirting with Malfoy ever again, I'm going to be really mad."

A devious smile graced his lips.

"And now, now I'm going to punish you."


23

"You have been a bad, bad, bad boy, Theo."

She stalked around him, as he kneeled on the ground, his head down in shame. He didn't like to disappoint her, he didn't like to make her sad, or mad...

"Now I will have to punish you."

...but he quite enjoyed being disciplined.

He would feel his cock begging for attention; he longed to be touched, to be stroked, to be in her.

"My, my, I can see you."

Her sneer didn't surprise him as she sat down, crossing her legs.

"Oh, the fun we'll have."

Ginny smiled saucily.

"Now, crawl."


13

"I don't want to go!"

He stomped his foot on the ground, fighting against caring arms.

"But Theo..."

"No!"

His scream made the woman frown, anxiously looking at the corridor.

"We talked about this, sweetie..."

"I don't CARE!"

She bit her lip as she got back to her feet, smoothing her dark robes.

"This will be your only chance to..."

As she hesitated, the little boy pushed her out of the bedroom.

"GO AWAY!"

He looked at the painting which smiled sadly on the wall.

"Why did you leave?"

A tear slid onto his cheek.

"You promised you'd stay Mom..."


14

"What's your poison?"

"I beg your pardon?"

He smirked at the slender figure; the green in his eyes so similar to his own from behind his round spectacles.

"What's your heart's desire?" asked Theo again.

Opening and closing his mouth, the client seemed at a loss for words.

He took pity on him as the queue behind the speechless man grew.

"What's your order?"

Scowling, the stranger pointed to a coffee offer behind the counter.

"And what would your name be?"

A leer marred his features as he inspected the name tag on his shirt.

"Why don't you decide, Theo?"


27

He took in the whole room, trying to recall as many details as possible. No one had asked him any questions yet, no one was questioning his motives to join the Order.

Stupid, stupid, Gryffindors. Too righteous for their own good. Too sentimental to win a war.

This was a fine line he was walking, and if anything, Theo knew how to be discreet. He had been all his life.

The Dark Lord was waiting for him. His report would help them win the war.

And when the time was right, he would get rid of that stupid Voldemort too.


15

His smirk was dangerous as he kissed her roughly. He pushed the blonde against the wall, tearing her clothes. He needed to get to her breasts, to bask in that juicy flesh and to ravish her as the script said.

She moaned, as his tongue lapped at her neck.

Theo loved his job. To be able to fuck beautiful witches everyday was a pleasure. And to be able to see his crush jealous was the sweetest revenge.

If only the stupid man would come out of the closet!

But if anything, Theo was practical. He would wait for Harry Potter.


22

He walked into the small studio and stopped immediately: it smelled of paint and charcoal.

He knew those. They were the scents his mother used to carry with her, from the drawing room to the nursery. It had been her true perfume, only for Theo, before she put on whatever expensive bottle his dad had bought her.

But he could still smell it on her wrists as she rocked him, patiently on her knees, every night.

As he disrobed, he inhaled that which had been lost to him until this moment, like her canvases that his father had thrown away.


12

Sighing, he removed his glasses to clean them.

"That would actually be correct."

Some students shared a knowing glance as he repressed an annoyed huff; those young people thought they knew everything. Crazy stupid teenagers.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Malfoy smirking at Parkinson from his seat across the classroom as Granger scowled at the both of them.

"But since that is theorical, it certainly won't exempt you from homework."

A devious smile graced his lips as he arched a brow.

"Let's add ten inches of parchment, shall we? You can explain all about the theory."


11

"Tenez vos positions ! "

Theo's hold on his weapon tightened. His clenched teeth were bared as his eyes searched for the enemy. From where would the attack come this time? Who would he have to kill this time in order to make it out?

Neatly tucked against his chest, he felt the last letter of his beloved in his pocket, his own beacon of hope. He always carried one in case he died on the field.

But how was he supposed to be a soldier when all he had ever been prepared for was a life of idleness?

"Hold your positions!"


20

"This isn't possible!"

The little girl looked at him, frowning.

"People can't appear out of thin air like that!"

He almost smacked himself at his stupidity. Of bloody course, Potter lived in a Muggle area! And of bloody course he hadn't checked it out before... Well, now he was in for a fine. His green eyes met the child's as he took in her costume and cape. Except if...

"It's because I'm Superman's pal. Don't you know him?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Yes, but I prefer Batman!"

Theo's smiled widened.

"Well, I'm a superhero too. But you can't tell anyone, promise?"


9

She was playing the keys. Again.

He sighed under his breath. Couldn't anyone tell her she was terrible at this? He'd much rather have her under his body, in his bed or his desk, while he...

"My dear Theo."

He blinked as he came back from his fantasy.

"Shall we take a stroll?"

Her smile held mysterious possibilities as he stood up to stand next to her. She rose gracefully, and gave him her arm with her usual trust.

"Whatever my lady desires."

If playing the piano wasn't amongst her many talents, some things she sure caught on pretty easily.


24

"Isn't that what you've always hoped for?"

Her voice raised vehemently.

"No, of course not."

Theo took his sword.

"But I can save you, oh beautiful princess, from the terrible dragon who's keeping you locked in a tower."

Hermione scoffed, pushing the plastic toy away.

"You're ridiculous. Put that away."

Theo frowned at her, feeling at a loss with his crown and his blue clothes.

"But I thought princes were what girls dreamed about..."

She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.

"Maybe when you're 6, but I'm a woman now. So let's say I saved myself as any true heroine would."


19

"Nott!"

He looked up at his colleague in a bored way.

"Yes?"

This was a stupid case; they all knew it. Theo was pretty sure he got stuck with it because he was the new guy. And especially since he was the Death Eaters son.

"Any new leads?"

"As many as your brain cells," he drawled.

Potter chose that moment to stop by, and seemed to know what was happening right away.

"That's enough; get back to work all of you."

He turned to Theo with a stern look.

"And don't take the bait, Nott."

Theo shrugged. Bloody, fucking Potter.


2

"I see congratulations are in order."

Theo gave his colleague a tight-lipped smile.

They never spoke of their personal lives, but he guessed the golden band on his finger gave him away.

"Thank you."

"Do you have any special traditions that you perform before the joyous occasion?"

Oh, so that was the real question.

"We do."

"And are you going to...? I mean, it must be fascinating; I heard you lived out memories and all the potential lives you didn't choose."

She sure was quite talkative for an Unspeakable. Theo smiled politely.

"Every family is different. Mine has a potion."


1

"Are you sure?"

He nodded.

"Of course I am, that's the tradition."

Blaise snorted.

"As if you've ever been one to follow that."

Theo merely shrugged.

"For once I am."

He wasn't afraid; he was the heir to the Nott House. He would do things right.

Blaise arched a brow.

"You do know she's not part of us? Wonder how that'll work out."

A smile graced his lips.

"Pansy?"

Worry etched on his friend's incredulous face, the strong lines of his jaw, of his mouth, all the places that Theo had used to love to kiss.

"Didn't she say yes?"


26

"Do you promise to serve your Lord and Master?"

Even if his heart was fluttering madly, he didn't hesitate, answering straight away, as he was supposed to.

"I do."

The cold voice hissed, making the skin on his nape stand out.

"Then do it."

Closing his eyes under the mask, Theo raised his wand to the innocent bystander. Would that be the extent of his services? His sole purpose? To be a murderer?

He recalled the pride in his father's eyes, the hope in his mother's; their happiness that he had been chosen to be marked so young.

"Avada kedavra."


29

"Is this real?"

She smiled easily.

"I'm pretty sure it is."

"I never thought... I never knew..."

He bit his upper lip as he met her gaze, her unquestionable goodness swirling in her eyes as she waited patiently for him to find his words, to finish his sentence.

"I was a fool."

"Oh my dear Theo, of course not."

A gracious laugh escaped her lips, her grin turning insightful.

"We were all fools. Thank Merlin we discovered each other during this final year."


5

"I don't love you."

She steadily advanced towards him.

"Not yet."

Her hands grasped his tie, undoing it swiftly.

"You will in a few minutes."

He arched a brow as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach his face despite her short height. Their eyes met; the black of her eyes enveloped his viridian.

Their lips met, her tongue begging for entrance, battling for dominance, seducing him as the potion-laced taste melted in his mouth.

His hands pressed against her as he cradled her, soft curves he had never known he could crave so much.

"Pansy", he breathed out.