I am what you made me.


Theodore Nott was born into the lap of luxury, but being wealthy doesn't always make one happy.

His father was both the majority owner of the Daily Prophet, and an influential member of the Wizengamot.

He was also a Death Eater.

Needless to say, Mr. Nott was an intimidating man.

So when Theodore's father told him that all the mudbloods needed to die in order for the true purebloods – like them – to maintain their lifestyles, he believed him.

At least, he did at the start.

Father wasn't there much, and mother was dead. As such, his nanny, a half-blood from a minor family, named Patricia Prewett, raised little Theodore.

She was born into a loving environment, free of the idiocy that was blood purity, and was keen to teach her beliefs to him.

For years, the boy was pulled back and forth between the two ideologies. Father – who was never there – told him that those of lesser blood did not deserve to live, and his nanny – who he loved dearly – was someone that his father believed did not deserve to live.

When father learned of the nanny's blood status and treachery, he was furious.

His father told him that he would understand one day.

Theodore had no idea how he ever could.

Regardless, he never saw her again.

His father took a renewed interest in his life after that, but the 'damage' was done.

With years of hearing from both sides of the blood purity argument, he gained something no young pureblood heir ever should: a mind of his own.

Theodore would make up his own mind.


He was so happy to finally leave the house.

Father relented with the constant lectures about mudbloods and their filth, but he still ranted from time to time.

He stopped because didn't need to rant; the new nanny did it for him.

Bertha Umbridge was the exact opposite of his beloved Patricia

She wasn't pretty. She was grotesquely overweight.

She wasn't smart. She had trouble formulating complete sentences.

She wasn't warm. She was cold and unloving.

She was however a pureblood. A pureblood who needed a job. That was all father required for his nanny.

Instead of instilling him with a love for pureblood traditions, as was their intentions, he was instead pushed further from his father and his beliefs.

Secretly, Theodore Nott's goal in life was to become Minister of Magic; he wanted to allow people like his beloved Patricia to have equal standing in the wizard world.

Theodore was ambitious and of pureblood; the hat saw that.

Only one place to put him. Slytherin!


His first week at school was an eye opener.

The house system was simply ridiculous. Because he was ambitious, he was in Slytherin; the evil house. Because he was in the evil house, he was instantly evil in everyone's eyes.

Aside from Professor Snape, every single teacher looked at him as if at any moment he may jump atop his desk and start cursing everyone.

The students were worse.

In the halls he was called a slimy Slytherin. In class when the teacher wasn't looking – and sometimes even when the teacher was – the students would sabotage his work and make snide comments as they did.

Everyone favored the 'good' boys and girls. Potter broke the rules and somehow made it onto his house quidditch team. The twins mercilessly pranked every Slytherin they could because they would never get punished. Potter went into the third floor corridor which wasstrictly forbidden on pain of death and yet he was praised for being a hero.

As he grew older they stopped calling him a slimy Slytherin and started calling him a Death Eater and a murderer.

That caused quite the sting because his father was both of those things.

Increasingly unreasonable things happened as time passed.

Potter went down to the Chamber of Secrets and got an award for doing it. When it came out that it was a Gryffindor that petrified all the muggleborn students, nothing happened!

Every minor infraction by a Slytherin was penalized to its maximum, yet the Gryffs could do anything they wanted and were rewarded for it!

Meanwhile he was told every single day that he was scum. That his pure blood made him an incestuous pig. Even purebloods considered incest to be disgusting.


His fifth year at Hogwarts was by far the worst in his life.

The dark lord was back, and now it was assumed that Theodore would bow to him.

He was told that on his seventeenth birthday he would take the mark, and he had no choice.

Whats worse was the game everyone played.

Everyone knew that the dark lord was back, but no one would admit it freely.

He thought that Bertha Umbridge was terrible, but her sister was just that much worse.

Delores Umbridge was the epitome of all he hated about purebloods.

Bigoted.

Stagnant.

Stupid.

So sure of her superiority that she thought everyone was below her.

He hated her, but he hated those who just five years ago he staunchly defended.

What was the lesser of the two evils?

In a few short months, the decision was made for him.


Father was in Azkaban; he was caught red handed in the ministry.

Defeated by Potter and a handful of his school friends.

There was no love lost between him and his father, but Theodore never wanted his father in prison.

When the reality of the situation sunk in, he realized how royally fucked he was.

Father was outed as a death eater, and would be in jail for a long time.

The lack of his father's political influence hurt the dark lord's cause.

The dark lord needed the Notts, and now he was the only one left.

He wouldn't be waiting to take the mark on his seventeenth birthday, no, now he would have take it mere minutes after getting off the train, or he would be killed. Simple as that.

There was no way now Theodore could ever become Minister of Magic. With a father in Azkaban and a dark mark on his own arm, he'd be lucky to escape prison himself!

All of Theodore's dreams died that day.


If he had been told five years previously that he would take the dark mark, he would have been absolutely revolted.

However, when he felt the burning in his flesh as the mark spread over his left arm he didn't feel revolted at all. He felt he had a purpose.

Five years he'd been told that he was evil.

Five years he'd done everything within his power to be anything but.

Five years he'd been bullied for being of pure blood.

Five years he'd taken the abuse in hopes to reform the pureblood image.

His father told him that some day he would understand.

He did.

When he killed his first mudblood, the last thing the filthy beast heard was, "I am what you made me."

If you tell a person over and over again how evil they are, they might just start to believe you.

Slytherins were antagonized daily for being 'dark' or 'evil'. Did the 'light' wizards think that they would take it lying down? No. In fact, all it did was push them into the waiting arms of Lord Voldemort.

But then again, wizards are stupid.


AN: Thanks again to DemonicNargles who does a great job of fixing all the things I do wrong.

Which is quite a bit. ;)

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All I can do is waltz and line dance. Neither is appropriate to the situation.

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