Theo could smell her floral scent, permeating the hollow space as it weaved through several underground rooms overflowing with stacks of furniture covered in sheets or steel encased doors. The bond inside him fluttered restlessly, pushing him forward; he followed his heart as it mapped out a path for him to chase. Whatever happened now, as long as he laid eyes on her everything would be ok. There was no door that could stand in his way, he had a wand and that's more than Hermione or Harry had as they gave him this time. 