[Where: Malfoy mansion in Wiltshire, to start]
[When: Backdated to the 11th, during the battle]
[Rated: R for language]
Theodore had kept to himself in Draco's home, staying in the guestroom and ignoring the commotion coming from outside. Mrs. Malfoy was in labour, today of all days, and Draco was running around yelling at anyone who would listen: house elves, Aurors outside, it didn't matter. Theodore shut it all out and looked at the papers in front of him.
As a Death Eater, Theodore had access that he didn't enjoy before. That and his father's old notes that Theodore had recovered gave him access to the thoughts of some of the most elusive and influential Death Eaters, the ones that didn't go around killing and torturing. Well some did. But these helped fund other projects that were insidiously causing tracks in the Wizarding World. Institutions as well-known and as old as St. Mungo's were affected.
Then there was Draco's plan, who included people who weren't Death Eaters but were ready to throw their investments with the young man's ideas. The aspect of a new world crippled by the Dark Lord's death storm actually helped Draco in that respect, and it meant that though the war would be over once the storm took it's toll, it wouldn't be the end of the fighting.
Theodore knew of all of this because he aided some of the planning as well. This was why he became a Death Eater and tortured those people to get the Mark, so he could be let in to learn everything. Now, with the storm getting more and more violent outside, he was finished. On the desk in front of him was a scroll of parchment filled with everything he knew: names, places dates. Enough to cause a lot of strife for a lot of people. Himself included, all of his crimes were there. And Draco...
This wasn't about betraying his friend. Betrayal was moot at this point. This wasn't about revenge for Su.. and even possibly Sally-Anne, at this point, or forgiveness for his failure with the Azkaban incident. This was all about himself, and his name. Nott. Even if the world ended tonight, he wanted everyone left to know where that name stood.
His name was signed. As usual his workplace was a little untidy, with open ink bottles and stained parchment littering the table, but that was all right. The only thing to think of now is how to get this to the right people: specifically Auror Waters. Theodore knew that, ironically, he was the one who would receive this best of everyone. The thing was, owls weren't going to fly in an evening like this. Some poor bird would probably get zapped, sparing another poor sap on the ground from certain death. As Theodore rolled up his scrolls, he thought about that a moment longer.
He wondered if Muggle post would make it to him safely. Theodore shrugged and figured that he could always just Apparate and walk. The streets would probably be deserted for fear of the storm, but he had nothing to worry about. That thought drew tears of frustration from his eyes. He wiped them away quickly because it was useless. It was a pointless distraction. He had to do what he needed to do, and now.
Theodore rose and put on his robes and left his room. He ignored the noises from inside the mansion and walked out, meeting up with two angry looking Aurors. They wouldn't be able to help him.
"What are you doing, boy?" One of them asked. Theodore, shrugged and gave him a tired look.
"Am I under arrest? Let me see the papers."
The Auror gave the other a look that clearly said that he wished to curse the heck out of Theodore. "No, you ain't under arrest."
"Then it's none of your business what I'm doing," Theodore said, and he walked out between them. When they were behind him, he turned and added, "Oh yeah, and if you don't want to get sued, I'd get the healer here on the double."
Theodore turned again and was gone.