"Let go of me," he said, wrestling with Pansy and, now, Greg and Vince. "Let go! I said fucking let go." As he struggled against their grip, he watched as Narcissa took Daphne under her arm, Harry rested a hand on Theo's back, and Theo brace himself beside Hermione's head. "What are you doing?" He gasped. "Don't touch her. Don't touch her! Theo... Theo!"