Numb. That’s what he felt as Hermione’s words raced through his mind like Fiendfyre. He’s gone. Slowly, Theo sank to his knees, ignoring the pain he felt upon impact. The hands slowly untangled from his hair, scrubbing over his face and further downward until he gripped at his chest. "No," he whimpered, lips quivering. It couldn’t be true, there had to be a mistake. He didn’t just watch his beloved sacrifice himself for Hermione. No. His entire world was crashing down around him. Even as the lights of the city flickered back to life, Theo remained in darkness.