Theo gripped Luna, knowing she was in his arms, away from the darkness of the cell filled him with so much hope that they would be able to bring Voldemort to his knees. They now knew the location of the last hidden Horcrux. A fitting place for it too, in the vault of one of the oldest and purest wizarding families in all of Europe. Theo should have known the sick and twisted Lord would try to claim some of the Black family's riches, if not in the form of gold, then status - for who was Voldemort? He fought and killed for pureblood supremacy and he himself was a half blood. The irony was not lost on Theo. How could any of his followers believe the lies when the man himself was not one of them? It baffled Theo to no end, the idiocracy of the weak willed, following a master who would see them all dead if they were exactly like him and not a part of the sacred twenty eight.