The broken pavement crunched underfoot as Theo stumbled numbly toward Hermione and Blaise. He was holding his breath, unable to fathom the past two minutes of his life. His hand still felt warm where Blaise had held it, but it was quickly fading. Stopping in front of the pair, he tried to speak through the growing lump in his throat. "Is he?" The question appeared to break Hermione’s trance, causing her to glance up at him. His eyes never left her face, watching as the tears drew rivers down her cheeks. "Fucking answer me, Hermione. Is. He. Dead?"