To Be Or To Be Nott

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (except for Kamal El Sayeed. He‘s an original character). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment for the reader as well.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, explicit sexuality and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.


Blackness began to roll away, leaving behind tiredness and urging Theodore to open his eyes. Even though he loved his bed and it’s warmth, he couldn’t fight the call of nature, no matter how much he tried. He stretched his long frame, wriggling his toes and splaying his fingers above his head. The crack of his back made him wince, but as he relaxed his muscles, a sigh issued forth from his mouth. It was all good. It was morning and the start of a new day, a day with possibilities. His mind drifted to Lisa and how they were meeting more and more lately. Sneaking into the common room throughout the week, skiving classes left and right, finding interesting places to share a snog session or two. Snape dragged him into his office to comment on his absences and threatened detentions and essays and, Theodore suspected, even a bit of torture if he didn’t smarten up and get to class. Theodore had nodded in all the right places, made all the right promises but didn’t plan to go through with them. If you had a hot little number like Lisa Turpin to play with, what would you choose? School or her?

The only thing that grated on Theodore’s enthusiasm for the trysts was the fact that Lisa all but ignored him when she was with the other Ravenclaw bimbos. The teen noticed that she would look very nervous if he walked anywhere near her at meals. She didn’t think he knew, but he heard her snide comments about ‘those filthy Slytherins’ when he was supposedly out of earshot. It was like she was ashamed to be associated with him. It made the time they spent together alone a bit heated, sometimes almost violent. He remembered one particular encounter after being snubbed by her at supper.

He just left the Great Hall and was heading back to the common room when Lisa intercepted him. No one was around of course and she took that moment to leap into his arms and kiss him fiercely. Theodore pushed her away angrily. “What’s wrong Theodore?” she asked, hurt.

Grabbing her wrist with a sneer, he dragged her outside and around to the side of the castle. The air was cool, the days shorter now, the leaves of the trees beginning to change to the bright reds and oranges of autumn. Lisa shivered from both the cold and from what she couldn’t even begin to suspect Theodore would do to her.

He sat on a bench and dragged her across his knee. “What are you doing, Theodore?” she asked uncertainly, although he could tell she was aroused. The heat coming from between her legs pooled into her panties and dampened the thin material. She groaned as Theodore raked his fingers along her pussy causing her whole body to tremble. He yanked her underwear down her legs roughly and flipped her skirt over her ass, exposing the soft flesh to the night air and his shameless stare.

Lisa looked over her shoulder at him, her face flushed with excitement. “Theodore?” she whispered. Theodore looked coolly at her and raised his hand, letting her see his intent. She opened her brown eyes wide and made to leap off his lap. Theodore grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her down roughly, not giving her room to move. She yelped in surprise when his hand connected with her ass with a resounding smack. “Ow!” she cried out. “That hurt.”

“It was supposed to, you stupid little cunt,” Theodore stated viciously. His hand began to rain down on her skin bringing red welts across her ass. Lisa squirmed on top of him and her moans and cries began to light a fire in him. His cock twitched under the girl’s body and he pressed into the her from below. Tears streamed down her cheeks in rivulets of salt. Theodore smiled cruelly. He wanted to hurt her. She deserved to be in pain.

“Please Theodore,” she choked. “Stop. It hurts.” She winced as his hand slapped across her ass close to her pussy.

“You’ve been being a very bad girl, Turpin,” Theodore stated. “Bad girls need to be punished.” He stood up quickly, Lisa sprawling to the ground in a heap. Looking down on her lustily, Theodore unbuckled his pants and freed his straining cock. It was hard and long and a dollop of precum oozed from the tip. Lisa stared at him, her eyes a confusion of lust and suffering. “You have two choices, Turpin. Either suck or more spanking.”

Lisa swiftly got to her knees and drew him into her mouth. Theodore groaned at the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around his aching cock. He could feel it swell even more as he felt the back of the girl’s throat and he began to fuck her mouth brutally. She gagged and coughed around him but he paid her no mind. His release was nearing as her tongue attempted to push him out. The sliding tongue caressed his cock and her lips pressed around him. Theodore groaned in pleasure as he felt his balls tighten before exploding in a wet sticky mess that filled Lisa’s mouth. He yanked his spurting cock from her mouth and sent the next spray of cum into her face, the white fluid falling on her nose and cheek. Draining the softening shaft of it’s last bit of seed, Theodore smacked her face with his dick. She whimpered in shame and tried to move away.

Snarling, Theodore grabbed her chin and bent down close to her. “Did you like that, Turpin?” She shook her head in a tiny show of sadness, her eyes streaming tears. “Remember this well, my dear. No one likes to be shamed or humiliated. You’re just lucky you didn’t have an audience to watch yours.” With that, Theodore left the girl lying in the grass, her face covered and her clothes a mess. He heard a shuddering sob wrack her body and it made him smile.

Theodore hoped that little punishment put some sense into the girl. She was his and he did not take well to her insulting manners lately. He frowned slightly. Why should he care if she ignored him though? The fact that she always sought him out in the end should be enough. She came to him and she submitted to his every whim. Lisa was a good little fuck toy. Yet, Theodore knew it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to just stay in the darkness, the shadows and let the world pass by, ignoring him like he was some piece of garbage, beneath everyone’s contempt. He wouldn’t suffer through it.

He made it to breakfast and heaped his plate full of bacon, eggs and pancakes. The sticky sweet syrup flowed over the fluffy discs and he went at it hungrily. It was early so there were not a lot of students about. A smattering of each house sat at their respective tables eating and talking. Theodore sat alone at the end of the Slytherin table and ate. Lisa and a few other Ravenclaws came in and Theodore shot a quick wink in her direction when she looked over. Theodore was satisfied with the light pink tinge to her cheeks as she averted her eyes quickly.

“Gunaydzn benin dost,” Kamal rumbled as he sat down across from Theodore. The burly teen grabbed a plate and heaped it with an enormous amount of food. Theodore felt his stomach lurch as the Turk poured syrup over everything.

“Bloody Hell,” Theodore grumbled, trying to contain his stomach. His own breakfast suddenly lost it’s appeal. “How can you eat all that?”

“A growing boy needs his food,” he answered with a mouthful of egg. Theodore turned away in disgust. Kamal chuckled lightly, spraying bits of half chewed egg onto the table.

“Oh, that is disgusting,” Blaise pronounced, rolling her eyes superiorly as she sat beside Theodore. “Learn some manners, Kamal.” The girl delicately took a plate and grabbed a fruit cup and buttered a piece of toast with raspberry jam. Her pink tongue darted out and licked the drop of the sweet preservative off her finger.

“Where’s Daphne?” Kamal asked.

“Still in bed of course. Why do you bother asking? It’s the same every morning. One would think you just didn’t listen,” Blaise said coolly.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side this morning,” Kamal said with a laugh. “Not get the prerequisite twelve hours of sleep last night, Princess?”

Blaise stiffened haughtily, “I do not sleep twelve hours a night.”

Theodore slid an arm around her shoulders. “Of course not, luv. You just like to try.” Kamal laughed with Theodore as Blaise shrugged the sandy haired teen away.

The Great Hall was filling rapidly as the morning grew later. The noise level was high and people chattered animatedly. The squawk of hooting owls and the rush of wings roared through the Great Hall as the morning post arrived. Theodore watched as a black owl soared through the veering birds and dropped the Daily Prophet into his lap. He flipped a sickle up into the air and the owl swooped toward the glittering coin and snatched it in its talons before speeding away.

The others were engrossed in whatever missives they had received and so Theodore unfurled the paper and took in the fresh pressed scent of the print. It was so like paint on canvas, the rich flavour of oils, or the sharp tang of acrylics. Watercolour only smelled like runny water but it was magical once dry. It was Theodore’s favourite medium. The paper rolled open and his eyes alighted on the cover story. A small gasp escaped his lips before he could clamp it down, and his eyes went wide in disbelief.

Blaise looked over as Theodore uttered a soft “Bollocks” and stared intently as she watched the colour drain from his face. She was about to comment when Theodore dropped the paper uncaringly on the floor, stood up slowly and began to stride away from the table. His gait became faster and faster as he neared the door and by the time he flung open the double doors he was running. Daphne, just entering the hall for breakfast, her eyes still heavy with sleepiness, was flung unceremoniously to the floor as Theodore rushed past her. He didn’t even turn to look.

Blaise took up the discarded paper and read the headline. “Oh dear,” she said quietly.

Lisa also witnessed Theodore dash from the hall. Almost everyone that attended Hogwarts witnessed his abrupt departure. Whispering and murmuring rose almost at once as he disappeared down the corridor. Surreptitiously, Lisa stood up from the table and said lightly, “I need to go to the loo.”

“Would you like us to go with?” Su Li asked as she swallowed a bite of toast.

Lisa shook her head, a hint of desperation in her eyes. “No, I think I can find the way by myself, but thanks anyway.” The girls laughed as Lisa quickly strode from the Great Hall.

She had an inkling where Theodore might have went. He looked upset. There was only one place he felt safe to be himself in the school and that is where Lisa headed now. Not even the cold of the dungeons could make her stop this time like she had done many times over the last few months. All she knew was that Theodore Nott was alone and he might want someone to talk to, or something. A bit of hope gnawed at her stomach.

She pushed open the door to the tiny room hidden behind a tapestry of a giant serpent coiling around the body of a grey faced wizard who had apparently been turned to stone. “Theodore?” she asked quietly. “Are you in there?” Getting no reply, Lisa opened the door wider, wincing at the sound of the hinges, the loud creak sounding like a banshee to her ears. She blanched at the sight that greeted her. The floor was littered with the debris of broken easels and torn canvases. Paint splattered over the walls and dribbled down, looking like the gore of slaughtered animals in the dim light. The stench of turpentine permeated the room and Lisa noticed that several bottles of the foul cleaner were upended and soaking into the concrete. “Oh my goodness,” she muttered at the sight of all the destruction.

Theodore was huddled in the far corner, his knees drawn up to his chest and his eyes red rimmed and empty of all emotion. He stared at the mixing swirls of paint and turpentine on the floor and watched as it dripped down between the cracks in the floor. The trickling drip drip drip of the liquid could be heard faintly as it fell to Merlin only knew where. Theodore’s hands hung loosely at his side and blood flowed from the scratches and cuts that marred them. Lisa let out a small painful gasp and rushed to his side. “Oh Teddy,” she cried. “What have you done?” She reached for his hand but he pulled away sharply, wincing at the pain when her fingers touched his cuts. She took out her wand and said a healing charm, stemming the flow of the blood and cleaning it off his hands.

He looked up at her then, his eyes finding focus. His eyes were still drawn and pained but he was aware. He shook his head in agitation. “This can’t be happening,” he mumbled.

“What can’t be happening?” Lisa coaxed softly. She moved closer and caressed his cheek. His skin was very cold and just touching him made her shiver. Scooting closer, Lisa kissed his cheek and forehead and tried to lend him her warmth.

“Escaped,” he whispered. “He’s escaped.”

“Who’s escaped, baby?” Lisa asked, concern and confusion warring in her mind.

His eyes flashed in annoyance. “Fuck, didn’t you read the paper? Try to stay informed, Turpin.” Flinching at his outburst, Lisa was relieved by it just the same. If he was lashing out it meant that he was okay. He got up quickly, pushing her away so that she stumbled and fell to her knees. “There was a massive breakout from Azkaban.”

“So?” Theodore spun around to face her with an incredulous gaze. She rolled her eyes. “What, you think you’re father will come here? This is Hogwarts for goodness sake. If, um You Know Who is afraid to step foot here with Dumbledore protecting us, do you really think you’re father would be foolish enough to try?”

Smiling ruefully, Theodore shook his head. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. My father is arrogant and rather self assured. And he’s not as bright as he would like to think. He wouldn’t even consider that it would be foolhardy to step foot in the castle.”

“But what could he do? Really?” Lisa stepped close to Theodore and put her hand on his arm, feeling the tense cordon of muscle there. “You’re a man now. A strong capable wizard. He can’t hurt you.” Theodore shucked her hand away but she stepped closer. She twined her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a soft kiss. Her lips parted and drew his tongue into her mouth.

“I’m my father’s son,” Theodore said sadly, as they parted.

“You are your own man, Theodore Nott!” Lisa said sternly. “You have your own life and your own interests. You don’t let anyone bully you. Why are you so afraid of your father?”

Theodore turned away from her and hung his head. A wracking breath whistled out of his mouth as he fought the urge to scream at the girl. She didn’t understand. Theodore wondered if anyone would. Pulling his wand out of his pocket he transfigured a splintered easel into a couch and sat down. Lisa whistled quietly at the magic, impressed in spite of herself. She moved over to sit beside him and took his hand in hers. He turned to her and looked into her eyes with lustful intent, but as he bent forward to kiss her she jumped up and glared down at him. “If you’re not going to talk to me, I’m going to leave.”

He was on his feet so fast Lisa barely registered him moving. He whipped her around and shoved her hard onto the couch, the furniture groaning with the sudden weight dropping onto it. Theodore’s eyes shone with anger as he glowered at her, but Lisa didn’t back down, didn’t avert her eyes from his. Theodore howled in frustration and began to pace in front of her, wringing his hands nervously. “You don’t understand. How could you? I doubt you had to endure what I did growing up. My father tolerated nothing but perfection, and when you didn’t perform to his exacting standards, you were punished severely.”

“Punished how?” Lisa asked softly. She could guess, but needed Theodore to say it.

He scoffed at her, the exhalation a blast of fire from Theodore’s chest. “How?” he repeated. “Curses of course. His favourite was the Cruciatus of course. ‘Didn’t finish your chores, Theodore? Crucio! Don’t talk back, Theodore. Crucio! Why don’t I have a son, instead of a little cry baby? Crucio!’” Lisa felt her insides churn and her heart flutter as Theodore uttered the unforgivable. The power behind his emotions sending a rippling of magic crackling around the room. He wasn’t holding his wand, and Lisa thanked her lucky stars for it. If he was, the power behind his utterance might not be so transient. “Believe you me, when it comes to my father, I’m much happier when he is away.”

He sat down on the couch beside her and looked over at her. His eyes were wet with unshed tears. “He… he killed my mother.”

“What?” Lisa exclaimed. Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach at the announcement.

“He cursed her too. Whenever he came home from a bad day, he took it out on her. Do you know how hard it is to watch your mother waste away year after year. She was so skinny, so frail. She couldn’t take that last Cruciatus. Is it any wonder I was so thin for most of my life? I was with my grandfather and grandmother this summer while he was in prison. It was the best summer of my life. No worries about being cursed and killed like my mother. Can you imagine my relief the night I came in late and I didn’t have a wand pointing in my face? Do you know what my grandparents did?” Lisa shook her head slowly. “They grounded me. They told me they were disappointed and they sent me to my room. I actually laughed out loud and hugged them.” A little smile grew on his face at the memory.

“I’m just so tired of fearing him,” Theodore said after a time. Lisa knew they were late for class. She sighed in resignation about missing yet another subject. Theodore was a bad influence. She suppressed the giggle that bubbled in her belly and pulled the teen close to her. Unresisting, Theodore fell into her embrace which surprised her. He never came to her. His soft kisses on her cheek and jaw surprised her too but caused a flutter in her stomach. “I’m just so tired of not being in control.”

Lisa pressed her soft lips to his. “You’re always in control, Teddy,” she breathed warmly. She fell back on the couch and let Theodore cover her with his long body. The pressure of his chest against hers was comforting to the girl and she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around Theodore’s waist.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted their heated kiss. The two teens turned their heads and watched as the door swept open to reveal Professor Dumbledore. His eyes, full of concern, flashed with shock before sweeping to amusement. He made a clicking noise with his tongue and Theodore and Lisa jumped to their feet. “Mister Nott,” Dumbledore said softly. “Such a shame to destroy all this wonderful artwork.” The old wizard waved his wand and the room was set to right in a blinding flash. The couch remained and so a painting sat on the floor by the professor’s feet. He stooped down and gathered it up, holding it out to inspect it down his nose and through his half moon glasses. “Very impressive Mister Nott. A very good likeness.” The painting the headmaster held was a simple water colour of Lisa. Her portrait showing the vibrancy of her eyes and the intellect hidden beneath. “Do you mind if I take this? For a reasonable price of course.”

Theodore shook his head and Dumbledore smiled. “Excellent.” He turned to go, but stopped just outside the door. Looking over his shoulder, he added, “And please make sure you two get to class sometime today.”