you used to be deeply in love with a boy called “Theodore Nott”

and he was in love with you too.

You dated for 3 years back at hogwarts. Started in 4th year, at 14 years old. Ended in 7th year, at 17 years old. It was the most heartbreaking moment of your life. And probably his too.

You guys had broken up because Theodore wanted to be a death eater. No, he wasn’t forced like Malfoy was. He wanted to. Despite the fact that you’re a muggleborn. You broke up with him. You couldn’t be involved with Voldemort. Besides, if he found out Theo was dating a muggleborn, he would’ve hexed you and him.

Theo, being the stubborn, petty person he was, acted like he didn’t care. But that night in the shower, he broke down.

Now you were 22. Had a stable career, moved back to your home in America, but instead of your hometown you moved to California.. and.. you had a fiance, who you were marrying. Today.

It was a muggle, of course. California wasn’t known for its magic. But you told him about it. At first, he thought you were crazy, but you showed him, and he supported it. Didnt really care.

You were so excited. You had went dress shopping with your friends, because you didn’t have a good relationship with your mom, and your dad was gonna walk you down the aisle.

And it happened.

You were standing there in your stunning dress, which wasnt your favorite, but his mom picked it out. His mom picked everything out. It was horrible. But at least you had him.

You held his hand as the officiant read. Then, he got to a specific part..

“If anyone objects against this lovely couple, speak now or forever hold your peace”

Someone barged in.

“I object.”

It was Theodore.