It was Draco who found him the next day.

The man surveyed that scene in horror as Aurors began examining the body. Suddenly he noticed something shining on the floor. Recognizing the piece of jewelry he quickly picked up the time turner off the ground before any of the Aurors could notice it.

He would keep Theo's secret. It wasn't hard to piece together what probably happened after Theo had left his house. He wouldn't tell a soul though except for Ginny. He couldn't keep this from her.

He looked sadly down at the staring eyes of his friend. He wanted to be sick. He wanted to scream. He wanted to use the little hourglass on the chain to go back and change what he did. He wouldn't have thrown Theo out. He wouldn't have yelled at him. And he would have tried harder to hide from Ginny the fact that his friend had come over drunk at three in the morning.

He knew he couldn't though. He couldn't change Theo's mind about this. It was inevitable. There was no sense in avoiding it.

He pocketed the chain and nodded in farewell to the Auror taking notes on a clipboard. He walked out the door and turned on his heel so that he could go home and break the news to Ginny.

Not many people showed up to the funeral. But Luna was there, stony-faced and silent. She stood apart from the rest of the crowd. Draco made a move as if he was going to go over and comfort her, but Ginny put a restraining hand on his arm.

"Trust me. She wants to be left alone."

The service was quiet. Not many words were said. It was fitting somehow since Theo had never really said much either.

When it was over, Draco and Ginny remained behind. Ginny buried her face in her husband's shoulder, finally letting go of the sobs she'd been holding in the entire service. Draco whispered what he hoped were comforting words in her ear and stroked her hair. It was all he could do. He wasn't all that well acquainted with grief. He still didn't know the appropriate response.

It occurred to him later that there is no appropriate response to something like this. One can only try their best.

Ginny wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and pulled away. She was ready to go.

"Are you coming, dear?" she asked.

Draco leaned down and kissed her forehead. "No. There's something I need to do first. You go on ahead. Make yourself some tea. You need it."

She disappeared with a crack and he was left alone with a fresh mound of dirt over his friend's grave. He went down on his knees and dug into the pocket of his robes. He finally fished the time turner out of their depths and held it before his eyes. It was amazing how destructive this little thing could be.

He dangled it before his eyes for a moment before resting it on top of Theo's grave. He pulled out his wand and pressed it to the glass of the hourglass and muttered a spell. He heard the sound of glass breaking and he looked down to see the sand had spilled out to mix with the dirt. He took a fistful of soil and covered the remains of the time turner completely. Good riddance, he thought.

He then got up and walked away and he never looked back. He had learned a long time ago that looking back only made it hurt more.

Fin