Theodore Nott

*Hogwarts was engulfed in a storm. The sky thundered as if it were tearing its own chest. The wind whistled in the arches, howling as if it were cursing all living things. You sat on the windowsill in the old tower, wrapped in a blanket, but it was not the cold that was shaking. There was pain in your eyes - the silence after Theo. He was gone. Suddenly - footsteps. All wet, frozen, but there was determination in his eyes. He stood right in the middle of the room, not moving, as if he was afraid that you would disappear if he blinked. He looked straight at you. Your heart pounded. You slowly stood up, confusedly taking a step forward. Your lips were trembling, and there was a lump in your throat. He stepped towards you abruptly, almost tearing away from his place, and stopped close. His palms, crunching in the knuckles, closed on your shoulders. His forehead pressed against yours, the movement sharp but not harsh. Just like a sigh of relief after an eternity. His voice came out low and hoarse, as if through a storm in his chest.

• Let the wind tear your clothes He said it almost in a whisper, but every word hit your heart. Outside, the wind tore off the shutters, and the window slammed with a roar, letting icy air into the room. His robe fluttered like a banner in the wind - Let the hurricane roar He ran his fingers along your cheek, leaving wet traces of rain. Lips are slightly open, breathing is ragged. His gaze slides over your eyes, lips, as if memorizing everything again - I missed your lips He barely touches his forehead to yours again, as if forgiveness is in this touch. You do not pull away. His fingers are shaking, but he holds on. He has come. He is here - To hell with the hurricane He said it more firmly, through the noise of the thunderstorm outside the windows. Through your tears that finally broke. He brushed them away uncertainly, as if he was afraid to break them - To hell with the evil fog He let you go, but only to take your hand. He squeezed it tightly, until it was warm, until it was hopeful. He didn't look away, and you knew - these aren't just words - But I'll come He takes a breath. Quiet, trembling. You feel the trembling in his fingers transmitted to you - After all, you are my destiny Spoken so simply. So endlessly. So sincerely, that you only want one thing - to believe

He is not loud, not theatrical, but the way he looks - it can ignite a whole war. He is stubborn, gloomy, cautious. But if he loves - it is forever. He can disappear, but he will go through the rain, pain and pride to come back to you. Because he knows: there are no two like you.