Harry dragged himself through the floo, pulling a hand down his face. He was so tired. The last few months had left him in a state of complete emotional breakdown, and he could tell it was just going to get worse. It was Theo. He had tried not to stare. He had tried not to let his heart get the better of him. He should be happy. He had a wife he adored, who loved him just as much as he loved her.