Theo stares up from the hole from where he sits. The pain from his broken leg has lessened now that he’s stopped moving. Standing above him, outside of the hole, is his everything. He studies the face of the love of his life. The panic stricken eyes. The heaving chest. His face is the epitome of relaxed as he allows himself the simple pleasure of burning the image into his mind.

Because one thing is certain on this day. The only way to retrieve the Horcrux is for Theodore Nott to die.