Time was of the essence, five days had now passed where he could have been left somewhere to rot in a cell. There were many ways to torture a wizard and Theo had unlimited time and imagination to envision them all happening to his best fucking friend. Wrapped in Luna's arms at night his mind ran rampant, throwing fake scenarios into his dreams that felt so real they woke him in a flush of sweat and desolation just to start the process over. He was careful to keep these instances hidden from Hermione, not wanting to add to her worries. Theo was there to look after her, not the other way around. 