The day Theo finally opened up and grieved.

“This…”  Theo chuckled and shook his head. “Did you know that Theodore means ‘a  gift from gods’? Funny, really, that my father would have named his  biggest failure and disappointment that, but here I am. My - My mother  used to tell me I was the best gift she’d ever received.” His voice  broke and the corners of his eyes suddenly pricked with all the tears  he’d never let himself shed. He blinked rapidly and buried his face in  Harry’s unruly hair to steady his shallow breaths, inhaling the lavender  scent of his shampoo. “This means gift,” he whispered, “and sacrifice…”

Theodore Nott fancies himself a Quidditch enthusiast.

Harry Potter wakes up with an epic hangover on this fateful Sunday morning only to find an unexpected guest in his bed.