Easier To Hate

Easier to Hate

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: Based on this ask thank you anon <33

a/n: Might do a part 2 maybe they end up together???

w/c: 900

The echoing corridors of the Ministry of Magic were a far cry from the stone walls of Hogwarts, yet they held an air of familiarity that you found unsettling. You never imagined that after leaving school, you’d be working in the same department as Theodore Nott—the one person who had managed to make your Hogwarts years both challenging and infuriating.

You had always been at odds. As a Ravenclaw, your pride in your intellect and your drive for success had clashed spectacularly with Theo’s Slytherin cunning and ambition. He was sharp, relentless, and always seemed to find a way to undercut your achievements, often with a smirk that made your blood boil. But beneath the rivalry, there had been something else—a tension that neither of you had ever dared to acknowledge.

Now, years later, you found yourself standing outside your new office, staring at the nameplate next to the door: "Theodore Nott."

Before you could knock, the door swung open, and there he stood, looking as though no time had passed. Tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes that still held that same unsettling intensity. But there was something else there too—a shadow, a heaviness that hadn’t been there before.

“You’re late,” Theo remarked, his tone clipped. There was no smirk this time, just a weariness that surprised you.

You stepped inside, forcing a smile. “Some things never change, do they?”

His lips twitched, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “No, I suppose they don’t.”

The first few weeks were exactly what you expected—tense. You and Theo fell back into your old patterns, arguing over nearly every detail of your work. It was exhausting, but you told yourself it was better this way. It was easier to fight with Theo than to deal with the mess of emotions that had lingered between you since Hogwarts.

One evening, after a particularly heated argument over a case file, you snapped. “Why do you always have to be like this? Why can’t we just work together for once?”

He froze, his expression darkening. “Because working together with you means admitting that I care.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings. Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his confession pressing down on you.

“What are you talking about?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Theo looked away, his jaw clenched. “You don’t get it, do you? All those years at Hogwarts, all those fights—it wasn’t because I hated you. It was because I didn’t know how to deal with what I felt.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “What are you saying?”

He finally met your gaze, and the raw emotion in his eyes made your heart ache. “I’m saying that I was a coward. I was afraid of what you made me feel, so I pushed you away. I thought that if I could beat you, I could ignore it. But I couldn’t.”

The room seemed to close in around you, the weight of his words suffocating. You had spent years convincing yourself that Theo was nothing more than a rival, someone to compete with and defeat. But now, faced with the truth, you realized that the anger, the frustration, had always been masking something deeper—something you had been too afraid to confront.

“Theo…” you began, but your voice broke.

He shook his head, stepping back as if the distance could protect him. “It doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re different people, and this—whatever it was—it’s too late.”

The pain in his voice cut through you like a knife, and you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. You had always been proud of your ability to stay composed, to never let anyone see how deeply they affected you. But here, in this moment, all those defenses crumbled.

“Maybe it’s not too late,” you said, your voice trembling. “Maybe we just need to stop pretending we hate each other.”

For a moment, you thought he might agree, that the years of bitterness and regret could be washed away by this confession. But then he looked at you, his expression hardening.

“It’s easier to hate you,” he said quietly, and the words felt like a slap. “Because if I don’t, then I have to face the fact that I’ve wasted years fighting against the only person who ever really challenged me, who ever really mattered.”

The silence that followed was unbearable, heavy with all the things you wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. You wanted to tell him that you felt the same, that you had spent years burying your feelings because it was easier than dealing with the pain of loving someone who seemed to hate you.

But before you could speak, Theo turned away, his voice hollow. “Let’s just get back to work.”

And with that, the moment was gone, the chance for anything more slipping through your fingers like sand. You watched him retreat into the safety of his desk, the familiar walls of professionalism rising up between you once again.

As you sat down to work, the ache in your chest only grew, a reminder of all the things left unsaid and all the years wasted on a rivalry that had been nothing more than a mask for something far more complicated.

You both continued to work together, but the air between you was different now—thicker, tinged with the unspoken regret and the weight of all the missed opportunities. And as much as you tried to focus on your work, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had lost something precious, something that might never be found again.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the tension between you only grew, you found yourself wondering if maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late after all. Maybe there was still a chance to turn things around, to let go of the past and build something new—something real.

The only question was whether Theo was willing to take that chance with you, or if you were destined to remain enemies.

The Strongest Weapon

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Summary: based on this ask <33

w/c: 1344

The cold wind whipped through the corridors of Hogwarts as you made your way to the Astronomy Tower, your heart heavy with worry. Mattheo Riddle, the boy you had come to love, had grown distant, a shadow of the person you once knew. His usual charm and warmth had been replaced by a chilling detachment, as though something dark was gnawing away at his soul.

You found him at the top of the tower, staring out at the night sky. The stars glittered like distant, unreachable hopes, casting an eerie light on Mattheo's tense features. His dark curls were tousled by the wind, but he didn't seem to notice. He was lost in thought, his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. You could feel the weight of something terrible pressing down on him.

"Mattheo," you called softly, stepping closer. He didn’t turn to face you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. "Please, talk to me. I’m worried about you."

He remained silent for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was cold and distant. "There’s nothing to talk about."

Your heart ached at his words. This wasn’t the Mattheo you knew—the boy who had once made you laugh until you cried, who had held your hand when you were scared, who had whispered sweet promises of a future together. This was someone else entirely, someone shaped by the darkness you feared.

"There is," you insisted, taking another step forward. "You’ve been distant, withdrawn. I can see that something’s wrong. Whatever it is, we can face it together."

Finally, he turned to you, his eyes dark and stormy, filled with an inner turmoil that sent a shiver down your spine. "You wouldn’t understand," he muttered, his voice laced with bitterness. "This isn’t your fight."

"Is it because of your father?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. The very mention of Lord Voldemort made your blood run cold, but you couldn’t let fear stop you. "What has he done to you?"

Mattheo’s expression hardened at the mention of his father. "He’s given me a choice," he said quietly, his voice filled with a mix of anger and despair. "Join him, or suffer the consequences. There’s no escaping him. Not for me, and not for you if you stay with me."

The words hung heavy in the air, each one a knife to your heart. You had always known that Mattheo’s lineage was a curse he bore in silence, but you had never imagined it would come to this.

"You don’t have to follow him," you said desperately, reaching out to grasp his arm. "We can leave, Mattheo. We can run far away, somewhere he can’t find us. We’ll figure it out together."

He shook his head, pulling away from your touch, his eyes filled with a painful resignation. "You don’t understand. If I refuse him, he’ll kill me. And if he knows about us, he’ll kill you too. I won’t let that happen."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the agony in his expression, the internal battle he was fighting between the person he wanted to be and the person his father was forcing him to become. "But what about you? What happens when you lose yourself to him? I can’t lose you to that darkness."

His eyes softened for a moment, and you saw a flicker of the Mattheo you knew and loved. But it was quickly replaced by a cold determination. "I’m doing this to protect you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I love you too much to let him take you away from me."

Before you could respond, a cold, sinister voice echoed through the tower, making your blood run cold.

"Ah, young love. So fragile, so naive."

You spun around to see the shadowy figure of Lord Voldemort himself emerging from the darkness, his serpentine face twisted into a cruel smile. His presence was suffocating, filling the room with an aura of pure evil.

"Father," Mattheo said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.

Voldemort’s cold, red eyes flickered to you, and his smile widened. "I see you’ve been distracted, my son. This… attachment is making you weak."

Mattheo stepped in front of you, shielding you with his body. "She’s not part of this," he said firmly. "Leave her out of it."

Voldemort chuckled, a sound that sent chills down your spine. "On the contrary, she’s very much part of this. You see, Mattheo, love is a weakness, and weaknesses must be eliminated."

Before you could react, Voldemort raised his wand, his movements quick and deliberate. "Crucio."

The curse hit you like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through your body. You screamed, collapsing to the ground as the agony ripped through you. It was as if your very nerves were on fire, burning away every thought, every hope, every dream.

Through the blinding pain, you heard Mattheo shout, his voice filled with desperation and rage. "No! Stop it! Please, stop!"

But Voldemort’s twisted smile only grew as he watched you writhe in agony. "Do you see now, Mattheo? This is what happens when you allow yourself to care. It makes you vulnerable, and vulnerability is death."

The curse lifted, leaving you gasping for breath, your body trembling violently. You felt Mattheo’s arms around you, holding you close, his hands shaking as he tried to comfort you.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice broken. "I’m so sorry…"

But Voldemort wasn’t finished. He stepped closer, his wand still raised, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You have a choice to make, Mattheo. Join me, and she will be spared. Refuse, and watch her die."

Mattheo’s breath hitched, and you could feel his internal struggle, the war raging inside him. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with pain, and you knew what he was thinking. If he joined Voldemort, he would be lost forever, consumed by the same darkness that had taken his father. But if he refused, you would pay the price.

"No," you whispered, your voice weak but determined. "Don’t do it, Mattheo. Don’t let him control you."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he cradled your face in his hands. "I can’t lose you," he said, his voice cracking.

"You won’t," you said, forcing yourself to smile through the pain. "We’ll find another way. We’ll fight this together."

But the decision was already made. Mattheo stood slowly, turning to face his father, his jaw set in a hard line. "I’ll join you," he said quietly, his voice filled with a bitter resolve. "But only if you spare her."

Voldemort’s smile widened, a cruel, triumphant expression that made your blood run cold. "Very well," he said, lowering his wand. "But remember, Mattheo, this is only the beginning. Love will not save you in the end. It will only destroy you."

With a flick of his wand, Voldemort disappeared into the shadows, leaving you and Mattheo alone in the tower, the echoes of his words lingering in the air.

Mattheo collapsed beside you, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. You reached out, your hand trembling as you gently touched his arm.

"It’s going to be okay," you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But deep down, you knew that nothing would ever be the same. The darkness had claimed a part of Mattheo, and you didn’t know if you would ever be able to bring him back from it. But you would try. You would fight for him, for the love that still burned between you, even in the face of the overwhelming darkness.

As you held each other in the cold, empty tower, you made a silent vow to yourself: you wouldn’t let Voldemort win. No matter what it took, you would find a way to save Mattheo, to bring him back to the light.

Because love might be a weakness, but it was also the strongest weapon you had.

Exactly What I Needed

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on this ask <33

w/c: 945

a/n: Why is medical school so hard?? literally, i am rotting in bed with assignments everywhere send requests

You’d always known Theo wasn’t the type to openly crave affection. He had his moments—fleeting as they were—where he’d pull you close, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and let out a sigh that told you he needed you. But for the most part, his love was quieter, tucked into stolen glances or the brush of his fingers against yours in passing.

You didn’t mind. You loved him enough to make up for the gaps he left behind. That’s why you didn’t think much of it when you reached out to him one evening, wrapping your arms around him from behind as he sat at his desk, papers and textbooks scattered around. You nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the side of his neck. "How’s it going?" you asked gently.

His body stiffened in your embrace, and without warning, he pulled away. "Can you not?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

You blinked, taking a step back, confused. "What?"

Theo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I just… I need space, okay? You’re being… clingy."

That word felt like a slap to the face. Clingy. The air between you shifted immediately, and you pulled your arms close to your chest as if trying to physically protect yourself from the impact of his words.

"I didn’t realize I was bothering you," you said quietly, feeling a tight knot form in your stomach.

"Well, you are," Theo snapped, his irritation flaring. "I’m already stressed enough without you hanging off me every second."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "Okay."

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out of the room, feeling the sting of tears prick at the back of your eyes. You couldn’t believe how cold he’d been. And worse, how easily he had brushed you off as if your affection was some sort of burden.

For the next few days, you gave Theo exactly what he asked for—space. You stopped greeting him with hugs, stopped reaching out for his hand, stopped slipping into his side on the couch when you watched TV together. The house became a strange, quiet place, filled with a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge. Theo was so focused on his work that he didn’t seem to notice at first, but then something shifted.

At first, it was subtle. He started glancing over at you during meals, as if expecting you to say something, to touch him. But you didn’t. You kept your distance, heart aching every time he looked at you with those confused eyes. Then came the moments where you’d walk past him in the hallway, and his fingers would twitch, as if he wanted to reach out but couldn’t figure out how.

It wasn’t until a few nights later, when you climbed into bed without saying a word to him, that Theo realized something was really wrong. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to sleep as the weight of his own actions pressed down on him.

He turned to you, his voice soft, hesitant. "Y/N?"

You hummed in acknowledgment, still facing away from him.

There was a long pause, and then he sighed. "Have I… have I done something to upset you?"

You swallowed hard, the rawness of your emotions rising in your throat. "You told me I was being clingy. I’m just giving you the space you asked for."

Theo flinched at the reminder of his harsh words, guilt flooding his chest. He had been so wrapped up in his own stress, so overwhelmed by the pressure he was under, that he hadn’t realized how cruel he’d been. And now, here you were, doing exactly what he’d asked, and it was killing him.

"I didn’t mean it," Theo said quietly, his voice strained. "I was stressed, and I took it out on you. But that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t have said that."

You stayed silent for a moment, your heart pounding as his words sank in. Part of you wanted to forgive him, to turn around and let him hold you like he always did when he realized he’d messed up. But the hurt still lingered, and you weren’t sure you could just brush it off like it hadn’t happened.

"You can’t just say things like that, Theo," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It hurts."

He shifted closer to you, hesitantly placing a hand on your arm. "I know. I’m sorry." His thumb rubbed small, apologetic circles against your skin, and you could hear the regret in his voice, thick and heavy. "I don’t want space from you. I need you. I always need you."

Your breath hitched, and you finally turned to face him. His eyes were soft, filled with a kind of vulnerability that Theo rarely showed. It tugged at your heartstrings, and despite everything, you could see how much he wanted to make it right.

"I’m not just something you can push away when things get tough," you said softly, but firmly. "I’m here because I love you. But I can’t keep putting myself out there if you’re just going to shut me down."

Theo’s face crumpled slightly, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I know," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I promise I’ll do better. I don’t want to push you away."

You stayed there for a moment, the two of you breathing in sync, the tension between you slowly easing as the apology hung in the air. His arms wrapped around you then, gently this time, like he was afraid you might slip away if he held you too tight.

After a few moments, you let yourself melt into his embrace, allowing him to pull you back into the warmth you’d missed. "I missed you," Theo murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I’m sorry I made you feel like you were too much when you were exactly what I needed."

You exhaled softly, your head resting against his chest as you felt his heartbeat against your cheek. "Just… don’t do it again."

"I won’t," he promised, his voice resolute. "I swear."

And for the first time in days, the distance between you began to fade, replaced by the quiet comfort of knowing that you were still the most important thing to him, even when he didn’t always know how to show it.

first i wanna say i love your writing<3 if you’re taking requests i was wondering if you can do a theo calling the reader clingy because he’s stressed, then reader completely stops being “clingy”/ affectionate and he realizes he messed up and tries to make it up, if that makes sense? you can end it how ever you want!! again love your work ♡ ♡ ♡

Hii thank youu <3 yepp, heree sorry it took so long

West Coast

Theo Nott x fem reader

a/n: Literally having writers block and i am sick send requests pls

w/c: 1067

The salty tang of the sea hung in the air, mingling with the chill of the evening as the waves crashed against the cliffs. Theodore Nott stood at the edge, his dark hair tousled by the wind, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Somewhere far away, the world he once knew continued without him. Hogwarts. The war. The expectations that came with being a Nott. But here, on the west coast of Wales, the weight of his name seemed to slip away, carried off by the ocean breeze.

He could still hear her laugh.

Y/N. A name he wasn’t supposed to remember, let alone whisper in his thoughts. But here she was, lingering in the empty spaces between his breaths.

“You never belonged in their world,” she had told him once. Her voice had been soft then, but there had been fire in her eyes, the kind of fire that made him feel seen. Seen in a way no one had bothered to before. Y/N had always known too much, her gaze cutting through his indifference, her touch burning through his carefully crafted walls.

Theo had fought it at first. The feeling of being unmoored, of losing control around her. He had tried to keep his distance, tried to be the cold, untouchable boy everyone expected him to be. But it was futile. Every time she looked at him, every time she smiled that half-smile of hers, it felt like the ground was shifting beneath his feet.

“You're like a storm,” she had said once, fingers trailing over his jaw. “Beautiful. Dangerous.”

He had laughed at that. Dangerous? Maybe. But beautiful? No. He wasn’t one of the golden ones, like Draco or Blaise. His beauty was quieter, buried under shadows and secrets, something only she had ever seemed to notice.

And now he stood here, miles away from everything, and still, he couldn't shake her from his mind.

The memory of her burned like wildfire.

It had been during one of those nights when everything felt too loud—his bloodline, his future, his past—that he had shown up at her door. Hogwarts had been on the edge of war, tension crackling in the air like static. And somehow, amidst all the chaos, he had found his way to her.

“Theo?” Her voice had been soft but filled with surprise.

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not when words didn’t feel enough.

Instead, he had kissed her. Roughly. Desperately.

He had expected her to pull away, to tell him he was being reckless, but she hadn’t. Instead, she had kissed him back with the same intensity, her fingers threading through his hair, grounding him in ways he hadn’t realized he needed.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she had whispered against his lips, but the words held no conviction.

“Tell me to leave, then,” he had murmured back, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. “Tell me.”

But she hadn’t. She never did.

You’re feeling hot at the show, I’m feeling hot to the touch.

On the nights they were apart, Theodore found himself haunted by the way she made him feel. It was electric, the pull between them. A love that felt as dangerous as it was beautiful. He could still see her, the way she danced barefoot on the sands during their late-night escapes from Hogwarts. The world always faded away when it was just the two of them. The blood, the war, the expectations of their names—it all disappeared when she was with him.

But it couldn’t last. He knew it. She knew it.

“People like us don’t get happy endings, Theo,” she had told him one night, the light from the fire reflecting in her eyes as they lay under the stars.

“People like us don’t follow rules,” he had replied, fingers brushing against hers.

The rush, the fire, the wildness—it was everything.

Even now, with his feet on the rocky cliffs and her miles away, he could still feel her, like a pulse beneath his skin. A memory, yes, but more than that. Y/N was alive in him, a reminder of the boy he could’ve been if things had gone differently.

But they hadn’t.

Theodore turned, walking back towards the small cottage he had rented out, the one that overlooked the sea. The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting everything in hues of gold and crimson. It was beautiful in a way that made his chest ache, a reminder of all that he had lost, and all that he couldn’t keep.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking of her. The way she looked at him with defiance and softness all at once. The way her laughter had been loud, but her love had been quiet, gentle, slipping into the cracks of his heart when he hadn’t been paying attention.

I can see my baby swinging. His Parliament’s on fire and his hands are up.

He had chosen the war in the end. Or maybe it had chosen him. His name, his father, his birthright—there had been no escaping it. Theodore had walked a path set before him long before he had met her. And she had known. She had known and still loved him.

But loving someone like him came with a price.

The cottage was empty when he stepped inside, the silence ringing in his ears. He moved to the window, staring out at the waves that crashed against the shore, his hand pressed against the glass.

Would she still remember him?

The nights had been theirs once. Full of stolen moments, whispered secrets, and love that tasted like rebellion. But in the end, it hadn’t been enough. The war had swallowed them whole, and when it had spit him out on the other side, Y/N had been gone.

She had always been too good for his world.

Now, he was just a boy on the edge of something vast and lonely, yearning for a love that felt like sunlight slipping through his fingers.

And as the sky darkened, Theodore closed his eyes and let the memory of her wash over him. The wind whispered her name, and for a brief moment, he could almost feel her beside him, her fingers brushing against his skin like they had so many nights before.

But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing but the sea.

Shields of the Heart

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on this ask thank you anon <33

w/c: 1.2k

The chaos of the Battle of Hogwarts raged around you, the once-familiar corridors now echoing with the sounds of battle—shouts, screams, and the crackle of spellfire. Your heart raced as you sprinted through the castle, searching desperately for your friends, praying that they were safe.

You rounded a corner, skidding to a stop as your breath caught in your throat. There, standing amidst the dust and debris, was Theo Nott. His sharp features were drawn with worry, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on you.

"Y/N!" he breathed out, his voice a mixture of relief and fear.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the shadows of a nearby alcove. His grip was firm, protective, as he scanned the corridor for any signs of danger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent. "You should be with the others, somewhere safe."

"I couldn’t just leave," you whispered, trying to steady your breathing. "I had to make sure you were okay."

Theo's expression softened, but there was still a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Y/N, this isn’t your fight. You shouldn’t be risking your life like this."

"But it is my fight, Theo," you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Everything I care about is at stake here. I won’t stand by and do nothing."

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. When he opened them again, they were filled with a fierce determination. "Then stay with me. I’ll protect you."

You looked up at him, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. In that moment, with the castle crumbling around you and danger lurking at every corner, you realized just how much Theo meant to you. He wasn’t just a friend or an ally; he was someone you couldn’t bear to lose.

"Together then," you said softly, reaching out to take his hand.

Theo nodded, his grip on your hand tightening as he pulled you closer. "Together," he echoed, a promise in his voice.

The two of you moved as one, navigating the chaos of the battle with your wands at the ready. Theo was constantly at your side, his protective nature evident in every move he made. He deflected curses that came too close, his focus unwavering as he ensured your safety.

Suddenly, a sharp voice echoed through the corridor. "There they are!"

Before you could react, a jet of green light shot toward you, but Theo was faster. He yanked you out of the way, both of you tumbling to the ground as the curse missed you by inches. You gasped, your heart pounding in your chest as you scrambled to your feet, Theo pulling you behind him.

A Death Eater stepped out of the shadows, a cruel smile twisting his lips. His wand was raised, his eyes gleaming with malice as he advanced toward you. "You think you can protect her, Nott?" he sneered. "You should have picked a better side."

Theo’s jaw clenched, his body tense as he positioned himself between you and the Death Eater. "You won’t touch her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The Death Eater let out a harsh laugh. "Brave words for a traitor," he spat. Without warning, he flicked his wand, sending a barrage of curses your way.

Theo reacted instantly, raising his own wand to cast a powerful Shield Charm that absorbed the brunt of the attack. But the force of it still sent you both staggering backward. Theo’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly as he shot a glance over his shoulder.

"Y/N, stay behind me," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to steady your breathing. But the Death Eater was relentless, his attacks growing more vicious with each passing second. You watched as Theo fought with everything he had, his focus entirely on keeping you safe.

Then, in a moment of desperation, the Death Eater fired a particularly deadly curse, one that even Theo’s Shield Charm couldn’t fully deflect. The force of it sent you both crashing to the ground, your back slamming against the cold stone floor.

Pain shot through your body, but before you could even register it, Theo was there, pulling you into his arms and shielding you with his body. "Theo!" you gasped, panic rising in your chest as you saw the determination in his eyes.

"I won’t let anything happen to you," he whispered fiercely, his voice trembling with emotion. He pushed himself to his feet, pulling you up with him as he faced the Death Eater once more.

With a snarl, the Death Eater raised his wand to strike again, but this time, Theo was ready. His movements were swift, almost a blur as he cast a stunning spell that caught the Death Eater off guard, sending him crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

For a moment, there was silence, the Death Eater lying unconscious on the floor. Theo’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he turned to you, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, filled with worry.

You nodded, still shaken but grateful beyond words. "Thanks to you," you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached out to touch his arm.

Theo exhaled slowly, the tension in his body easing slightly as he pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his head resting against yours as he closed his eyes. "I’m not letting you out of my sight," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Not for a second."

You held onto him, your heart swelling with a mixture of relief and something deeper, something that had been growing between you for a long time. In the midst of the battle, with danger all around, Theo had been your shield, your protector. And you knew that no matter what happened next, you would face it together.

After a moment, Theo pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. "We need to keep moving," he said, his voice steadier now, though his gaze was still intense. "There could be more of them."

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I’m ready."

As the two of you turned to leave, you caught sight of a figure moving in the shadows behind Theo. Your heart leapt into your throat as you realized another Death Eater was aiming directly at him.

“No!” you shouted, pushing Theo out of the way just as a curse shot toward him. You quickly raised your wand, blocking the curse with a hastily cast Shield Charm. The Death Eater snarled, clearly angered by your intervention, and launched another spell at you.

This time, you were ready. With a flick of your wand, you deflected the curse back at him, sending him stumbling back. In that moment, Theo was on his feet again, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and admiration as he joined you in the fight. Together, you disarmed the Death Eater, forcing him to retreat.

Breathing heavily, you turned to Theo, who was staring at you with an intense, almost unreadable expression. “You saved me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you either,” you replied softly, stepping closer to him.

Theo’s hand found yours, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his grip strong and reassuring. “We’re in this together,” he murmured against your hair, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “No matter what.”

You nodded against his chest, feeling the strength of his resolve and knowing it matched your own.