The corners of his mind registered Theo’s panicked voice, and he could feel his friend’s hands checking him over, but the tightness in his chest was paralyzing. It was fear, paralyzing fear, and it pulsed throughout his bloodstream. He didn’t know whether it stemmed from Hermione or Remus, but he knew both should have been at the Ministry for Potter’s graduation. They were literally surrounded by aurors, they should have been safe.