Riddle era — Eleanor Nott
Eleanor Nott was born the only heir to the ancient House of Nott, and from the moment she could walk, the world seemed determined to place itself at her feet.
Unlike many pureblood heirs, Eleanor was never raised beneath the crushing weight of expectation. The Notts were an old family, wealthy enough that they no longer felt the need to prove themselves. They had survived centuries of political shifts by doing what they did best…remaining comfortably neutral while everyone else fought wars around them.
Her parents adored her. They indulged every curiosity, financed every hobby, and allowed her a freedom most pureblood children could only dream of. While other heirs were lectured about bloodlines, alliances, and family honor, Eleanor spent her youth devouring books on Muggle history, attending theatre productions in secret, and pestering scholars with endless questions about civilizations long since turned to dust.
To the horror of gossip columnists across magical Britain, Eleanor developed an almost embarrassing fascination with Muggles.
She loved their literature. Their architecture. Their inventions. Their history.
Most of all, she loved their ruins.
The Daily Prophet nearly burst into flames when it was revealed that Eleanor had spent a small fortune funding archaeological expeditions throughout Europe and the Mediterranean. Even more scandalous was the reason: many of the artifacts she recovered were destined for her personal collection, a sprawling archive of both magical and non magical antiquities that rivaled several museums.
The headlines were merciless.
"Nott Heir Squanders Fortune on Muggle Trinkets."
"PureBlood Collector Obsessed With Muggle Relics."
"Has Eleanor Nott Forgotten Her Heritage?"
Eleanor framed her favorites.
The criticism never bothered her. Being rich enough to ignore public opinion was one of the great privileges of life.
For years she remained entirely detached from politics.
Light. Dark. Ministry. Reformists.
Even when it came to the muggle born whose culture she seems to be so fascinated by.
It all seemed terribly exhausting.
Then Tom Riddle returned to her life.
She had known him at Hogwarts, though "known" was perhaps generous. Everyone knew Tom Riddle. He had possessed that irritating habit of becoming the center of every room he entered.
Back then he surrounded himself with a carefully selected circle of admirers and followers. They called themselves the Knights of Walpurgis, though Eleanor had never paid much attention to whatever mysterious business occupied them.
She had her own interests.
After graduation they drifted apart, and for years she heard nothing about him.
Then, sometime in her mid twenties, Malfoy casually mentioned a rising figure gathering influence among the old families.
A wizard calling himself Lord Voldemort.
The name immediately struck Eleanor as ridiculous.
Naturally, she invited him to tea.
Curiosity had always been her greatest weakness.
Their reunion was not especially sentimental.
Tom remained as ambitious as ever, while Eleanor remained just as impossible to impress.
Still, the conversation fascinated her. Voldemort spoke of power, influence, and a new future for wizarding Britain. Eleanor listened with genuine interest, though she viewed the movement rather differently than most of his followers.
To many, joining Voldemort was a matter of ideology.
To Eleanor, it looked like an investment.
The political winds were shifting. Dark affiliations had become fashionable among the circles she frequented. Wealthy families were quietly choosing sides.
She certainly had no intention of participating in raids, duels, or assassinations. The entire point of being rich was avoiding unpleasant work.
Simply because it seemed advantageous well and very beneficial
If this new order succeeded, House Nott would be positioned perfectly.
If it failed, House Nott had survived worse.
Voldemort never particularly liked her.
He found her arrogance infuriating.
Unfortunately for him, Eleanor possessed the one quality he valued too much to ignore: influence.
The Nott fortune opened doors that even fear could not.
Her connections stretched through academia, foreign governments, private collectors, and old pureblood circles across Europe.
She could acquire information, artifacts, and introductions that others simply couldn't.
As a result, she found herself drawn steadily closer to Voldemort's inner circle.
Not because they trusted one another.
Because they were useful to one another.
This arrangement worked perfectly until the day Voldemort approached her with what he claimed was a simple request.
He needed someone to help him leave England discreetly.
Someone knowledgeable about ancient magical history.
Someone capable of navigating old ruins and forgotten locations.
Someone who could help him find Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem.
Eleanor stared at him for a long moment.
Of all the people he could have chosen, he wanted the wealthy collector who spent her free time excavating ruins and arguing with historians.
Unfortunately, she could not deny that he had chosen correctly.
Nor could she entirely refuse an old schoolmate.
So, against her better judgment, Eleanor Nott found herself dragged across the continent.
Personally Voldemort never understood how someone could be so intrigued by history yet witness it being made and remain so unconcerned by it.
Eleanor never understood how someone could spend so much time conquering things and so little time appreciating them.
Their “partnership” endured regardless.
And now some random facts about her:
-I actually only created Eleanor to be a death eater companion for Tom for a fan fic I was writing about Elise and Adealine that’s why she’s kinda over the top but she eventually grew on me
- I hate her she’s really evil I wrote her to be incredibly insufferable and she is
-she’s like an out of touch nepo baby she consumes muggle media and is extremely invested in it (she’s really into that stuff I’m talking huge collection she proudly shows off) but also is a blood supremacist and takes part in oppressing muggle borns
-is extremely pretentious like you know those people who’ll read a book or watch a movie and make the most surface level interpretation ever and genuinely act like they have it all figured out and on top of that they’ll be all over you about it? Yeah that’s what she’s like
-I even invented a new term for her “pureloodsplaining” it’s cause she’ll consume muggle media find muggleborns who are also into that stuff and genuinely act like she knows so much more then them and understands the culture significance even though she never stepped a foot out of the wizarding realm
-She has a huge collections of muggle ancient stuff (don’t ask me what exactly I have no idea) she commissions Archeologists to find them for her so she basically stole a buch of ancient muggle history from all over the world
-A muggle chaser(??) like she is really into muggle/muggleborn women she dates them treats them awful and then dumps them or ghosts them
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