Luna Lovegood was kidnapped before her seventh year in Hogwarts. On that day, she had actually expected to be killed. Luna wasn't afraid of this idea because she didn't fear death. There was nothing to be scared of. She wouldn't be alone. And there was nothing that could harm her.
But for now, she sat in a dungeon and waited...
The door was opened and the noise tore Luna from her daydream.
She looked up curiously. The Dark Lord entered her cell.
And he was more than surprised by her reaction. Hatred, horror, anger or fear. All this he knew. He had seen this emotions in the eyes of all of his victims. But this little girl greeted him with a friendly smile. Her whole being exuded perfect peace. ,,Good evening,'' she said softly. He was speechless. But then, he found his voice and looked at her darkly.
''I want answers and you'll give them to me, whether you like to or not,'' he said, looking into her mind already. But what he saw puzzled him beyond measure. Her mind was full of vivid colors, one brighter than the other. But he couldn't grasp any of her toughts.
He broke away from her, irritated. She looked at him with eyes full of curiosity.
She answered the following questions truthfully. Nevertheless, he wasn't satisfied. ''You must know something! The Potter boy, surely talked about his next plans!,'' Voldemort cried, close to a massive outburst. Luna cocked her head and looked at him calmly. Then he heard her dreamy voice again. ,,May I ask you a question?,'' she asked politely and wiggled her toes. His eyes followed their playful movement. Where were her shoes?
He looked at her skeptically and to his own surprise, he nodded slowly.
''What are you going to do, when you have reached your goal? Will you not be lonely and bored? With nothing but power,'' she said, piercing him with her gaze.
This little girl that was nothing more than a mere child had seen in his innermost with a single glance. He took a closer look and realized that there was much more inside of her, than he could have seen at first. She was pretty in her own way. She had a tender childlike face and her hair looked soft to the touch. However, the worst feature were her eyes. They seemed to look directly into the depths of his soul. He was irritated and fascinated at the same time.
''Wormtail!,'' Voldemort called for one of his most loyal and disgusting followers.
A short stocky man stepped into the room and he looked anxiously at his master.
''You will escort Miss Lovegood to one of the rooms upstairs. You will get her a good meal and new clothes,'' he said, addressing Wormtail. But he looked at Luna without pause. Then he left the room without another word.
She waved him goodbye, but he had already disappeared through the door.