The rage seeped through his body and fuelled him forward. They wasted no time, all three of them stepped onto the untouched grass, soiling it forever for future students requiring the dew. Theo had never cared about anything less than he cared about the sacred field being ruined forever. Luna had fallen from her broom, she was almost a better flier than Draco so it made no sense, something or someone had pulled her, and he knew it. They ran through the tangles of grass, Luna stood far off in the distance, her wand outstretched to an unknown enemy. Theo’s bond felt the relief, but did not give up on its murderous intent, he pushed on harder, willing his legs to go faster.