Harry sat on his living room couch, staring blankly at his fireplace. How long had it been since he stepped through it? Seconds? Minutes? Days? He didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care. He had left Nott Manor so abruptly that he surprised even himself. He wasn’t that dramatic, right? He looked down at his carpet, at the piles of ashes that used to be letters from Theo. On second thought, maybe he was that dramatic. But he knew he was right to ignore Theo, at least until he could speak to... Hermione, who was suddenly walking through his floo.  