Pairing: Harry/Theo
As soon as Harry got the message, he raced to St. Mungo's. When he found out which room Theo was in, he didn't even say thank you before he ran away from the front desk. The only thought running through his mind was, 'I need to get to Theo.'
When he finally got to the room, after what felt like way too much time, he nearly passed out at the sight of Theo laying in bed, his eyes closed and looking so pale and frail. Theo was usually strong. He was the rock Harry leaned on when things got tough. He wasn't used to Theo looking sick, and it hurt his heart.
"Theo?" he whispered, slowly walking to the bed.
Theo opened his eyes and looked at him, a small, forced smile on his face. "You're here."
Harry nervously gulped. "Where else would I be?"
Theo held out his hand, and Harry gripped it.
"What happened? Kingsley told me it was a Dementor, but you know how to use a Patronus charm."
"I never faced a real Dementor, and I guess I wasn't ready for it."
Harry was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "Did you hear anything?"
Theo nodded. "You screaming as Malfoy tortured you. I never want to hear that again."
Harry's breath left his body in whoosh. "Oh, Theo. You should have never had to hear it in the first place."
Theo pulled lightly on his hand, and Harry sat on the bed, careful to not hurt him. "Can you stay for a little bit? I need to see you, to remind myself we're not in Malfoy Manor, and the war is over, and we're both safe and happy."
Harry brushed chestnut bangs away from Theo's forehead. "I'm here. Go to sleep, and I'll still be here when you wake up."
Theo took Harry's hand and pressed a kiss to it. "Thank you. Love you."
"I love you, too," Harry murmured, but Theo wasn't awake to hear it.
Fin
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(word count: 333)
Written for: Friends Competition: TOW Chandler Can't Cry - Write about Dementors.