his baby sister · Y/n story by @xttheaxl

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Friday afternoon. The usual low hum of conversation and the crackle of the green-tinged fire was absent, replaced by a tense, watchful silence.

Theodore Nott

holding a small, wriggling bundle wrapped in a black school cloak She’s asleep. For now.

Mattheo Riddle

pacing in front of the hearth This is absurd. Who sends a toddler to a school of magic? She can’t even hold a wand.

Lorenzo Berkshire

slumped in a high-backed armchair, staring Is that… a baby? Since when do either of you have a sibling?

Pansy Parkinson

perched on the edge of a sofa, her expression caught between horror and fascination Her little shoes are kicking Theo in the ribs. Look.

Draco Malfoy

from the shadows near the bookcases, voice dry My father will hear about this. The security breach alone…

The bundle in Theo’s arms shifted, and a small, sleepy face emerged, blinking up at the vaulted ceiling with wide, curious eyes.