Theo,

I don't know if I'll ever send this once you are found, or if it's even worth writing. But I can't stop. Sirius found a man who saw you in the camp. You were alive, but hurt. It's strange, how just knowing that you were out there, suffering, makes it all so much more real. For so long, you've been this ghost in my mind, this memory that I've held onto, but now... now you feel real again. And that terrifies me.

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I don't know what to do with this information. How do I hold on to hope when everything seems so impossible? But how do I give up when there's even the smallest chance that you're still out there, fighting to come back to me? Just the thought of you calling out to me when you were at your worst both breaks my heart and comforts me.

I keep going to the glade, sitting by the oak tree, trying to feel close to you. But it's not enough. I need you here, with me. I need to see you, to touch you, to know that you're alive. The waiting, the not knowing, it's tearing me apart.

If you're out there, please... please come home.

Nova