Luna’s hair was a beacon in the dark, the soft waves were crusted in grime but they were there. She stood, wobbling on her feet, held up between Harry and Draco. Theo drank her in, she still wore the silken blue dress from Bill and Fluers wedding except now she had a slytherin cloak wrapped over her shoulders too - Draco’s cloak, missing its left forearm. In the darkness Theo could only see half of her face, the other side was shrouded in shadows, but the blood staining the front of her dress showed him all he needed to know on how she had been treated during her stay here at the manor.