Theo pounds on the door with both hands, yelling the name of his love with desperate intensity. He can feel his heart against his ribcage, the adrenaline shooting through his veins so quickly that he feels like he can barely breathe. The door opens, and before a word can be exchanged, he pushes his way through the threshold. Running to the bedroom, he grabs a suitcase and begins to haphazardly throw clothes inside it.

“He knows. The Death Eaters are coming. We need to go.”