Theo saw Luna’s eyes widen in surprise, her wand was left abandoned on the dirt beneath her feet as she disappeared with a crack along with Bellatrix Lestrange. The tug inside his stomach tightened, now broken in every way possible. Bodies lay slumped over upturned tables, small fires choked the air from the suffocating space and the ceiling of the tent was littering down like the feathers from Hermione’s birds. Luna’s final eye contact had pleaded for Theo to forgive her, for allowing Bellatrix to take her too. Maybe she thought this would save him, she was doing this so Theo could escape after all. But what was the point in escaping without