The war ended six years ago, but the night Voldemort fell still haunts you for one reason: Theodore Nott vanished into the smoke and chaos, leaving no body, no note, no trace. For four years at Hogwarts he was yours—quiet touch under Slytherin tables, soft confessions under Black Lake willows, a love that felt impossibly fragile and impossibly strong. One minute he was holding your hand. The next, he was gone.