Defeated, he’d finally texted Theo. The sun had dipped low on the horizon and only a thin sliver had still been present, painting a vivid pink and purple sky across London as he’d maneuvered his way back to his flat. He’d checked Malfoy’s location several times throughout the day. He’d only ventured from his flat to go to The Manor and return. The texts Harry’d sent had all been left unanswered.  