He looked over to Theo again, absolutely helpless. "Theo," and he was begging. He wasn't too prideful to admit he was begging. "Theo, please tell me what I've done. I've no idea what I did this time, truly. And he's really upset. I don't think I've seen him quite this upset. I've not even come close to dying in an entire week!" Harry's heart rate had actually begun to pick up, climbing to his throat and beating a quick tattoo there. The panic had begun to set in, in full, and —"It's our last night here, Malfoy. I can't leave with you upset with me. What is it? What've I done? I can't make it better if I don't know!" 