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2025-12-28
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Line In The Sand

Summary:

Theodore Atlas Nott knew he was destined to die young. That was… fine… he supposed.
To be fair, he’d seen death… a lot of death. His mother died before his eyes when he was just a wee lad, murdered by his own father no less. His favorite house elf was beheaded shortly thereafter. What fuckery, what trauma. Mind healers would have so much fun with him. He knew, one day, Thoros Nott would kill him too. So what was the point? Why send him off to school? Why not just end it all?
Death seemed more peaceful than being the Nott heir.
But shortly after boarding the Hogwarts Express he saw a golden-eyed siren, bountiful, wild curls flowing down her back and sun kissed, freckled skin. He watched from his compartment, heart hammering in his chest as she stood at the snack trolly. Something the lump of a boy beside her stammered made her laugh. It rang like a bell. There was so much.. so much… LIFE in it. He wanted to bask in her glow. He wanted to take that small ray of sunshine and protect it.. keep that fire burning. And at that moment, he knew he had something to live for.

This is a non canon rewrite from 4th year and after the war. Multiple POV.
We’re gonna suffer.. but we’ll be happy about it.

Notes:

Chapter Update schedule: hoping to release each Saturday.. but as I have a life that really “life’s” sometimes. I’ll do my best.
It’s gonna be one hell of a ride. ✨

Chapter 1: Fourth Year

Chapter Text

Theodore Atlas Nott, knew three Merlin damned things for certain:

One, he heard the men behind closed doors, whispering of rebirth and righteous glory.. bloody fucking cunts. He knew he’d be marked as soon as his father could get him to bend the knee, willing or not.
Two, Hermione Granger was the most exquisite creature he’d ever laid eyes.

Twas a fact.

Three, he was going to avada his best friend.

As the densaugeo rebound and hit Hermione, time slowed to a crawl. He saw the smug satisfaction in besting Potter shift to one of panic in Draco’s expression. When those wide silver irises finally shifted Theo’s way, he knew, that Draco knew, he was fucked. Tearing his eyes from the blonde idiot just in time for Hermione’s teeth to reach her collar bone, and Theo’s grip tightened on his wand.

It was an unspoken rule, well the rule, really, the only one Theo had… he was a simple bloke in fact. You didn’t touch his things and you didn’t touch Hermione Granger. Theo had spent the last four years keeping others away, discreetly of course.
As the muggles would say, he’d “drawn a line in the sand”, and his best friend just crossed it.’.