theodore nott was a young, promised death eater. he was still in his 7th year at hogwarts, but after graduation he would follow in his fathers footsteps and become one of the greatest followers of all time. the young boy would do anything for his dark lord, anything to the be the best, to be better than his fellow friends.

one night, he was keeping guard at a death eater meeting. he had his mask on, guarding the door into the meeting that was being discussed. a pretty girl walked up and theodore immediately snapped and grabbed her by her neck and pushed her against the wall, beginning to interrogate her. she gasped and furrowed her eyebrows. he was sure voldemort would be proud for catching a lurker.

"what are you doing here!? who are you?" he yelled at her through his italian accent, "the dark lord wont be happy with this you know"

"the dark lord wont be happy?" she scoffed, more amused than frightened.

all of a sudden voldemort opened the door to see what was going on. he saw nott holding his own daughter by the neck against the wall and immediately yelled at him

"theodore nott! get your hands off my daughter!"

theos eyes widened in horror and immediately let go, stepping back. he looked over at voldemort, taking off his mask and revealing his darkened eyes and slightly worried face

"daughter?"