Theo was tired. Physically, yes, but mainly mentally. His father had handed him a shattered Time Turner, muttered something about making himself useful so the Dark Lord didn't ask questions, and left the house he'd thrown Theo into at the beginning of the Christmas holidays. Fixing it was boring, time-consuming, and lonely. There was no one in the house except two house elves who held onto the old belief that they should be neither seen nor heard.
Theo hadn't spoken to a real person in two weeks. He knew his father was trying to look after him the only way he knew how, keeping him out of everyone's way so he didn't face the same punishments Draco was dealing with, but he missed his friends. He missed the house elves who had known him since infancy. Hell, he even missed his father, not that there was much to miss. Theo was too like his mother, the house elves said, and it hurt Thoros to be near him. It hurt Theo to not be near him.
So, he was tired and lonely. It was 3am and he knew he should wait until the morning, knew he was too tired, but he had found a potential solution, and wanted to be able to tell his father as soon as possible. Maybe, if he fixed it, he could come home for Christmas.
When the Time Turner glowed, Theo sighed with relief. A result, at least. The object began to spin slowly, making Theo frown, and as it sped up he tried to hold it still, sure this was a bad reaction. As soon as his fingers touched it however, he felt the sharp jolt behind his navel that always came with Apparition and saw the world blur before his eyes squeezed shut under the sudden pressure.
By the time he felt things settle, he knew he'd moved because of the soft toughness of a carpet under his cheek. He kept his eyes shut, controlling his breathing, trying not to panic. Hopefully he had just gone a few rooms over. Hopefully his father wouldn't be too mad.
"Well, Abraxas, who do you think this is?"