Greg's hand came down onto Theo's head and he stroked the hair, following the curl of Theo's head and down his neck, fingers smoothing in an absent way as he thought about what to do. Greg spoke then shshing Theo as Theo seemed to panic,"You've done nothing wrong love, nothing. Don't fret," he saidN glancing at Zacharias with a small shrug, "He doesn't mush seem to fancy that idea I can tell. But still, maybe if Professor Snape could try. I don't much trust myself, fumbling about in there," he said, patting Theo's head again.
He gave a small sigh and leaned back, letting his gaze drift as the mental exhaustion rolled over him. Keeping Theo on a path to sanity was daunting.
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