A/N: This is a companionfic to Muentiger's fic "Prima Facie", which you sort of need to read to understand this. Or maybe I could try to sum it up?
"Tandem Facie" is translated from Latin as 'At last sight'.
I don't own HP.
Tandem Facie
Luna sat huddled next to a building. Her last deed had caused her to lose the shred of remaining sanity she had. She glanced at the fading Dark Mark on her arm. It had been a month since she fled the Final Battle. After she had watched Blaise Zabini drop dead at her feet, a green light from her wand having been the entity to steal the last breaths from him.
She laughed breathlessly. She was cold, freezing, even though it wasn't winter. She rubbed her hands together in an attempt to stay warm. Her breath caused a tiny cloud of mist to appear in front of her.
She wondered if she was truly insane or just dreaming.
She knew he'd come for her. He'd take her life, as she had taken his, and not be sorry about it. Was she sorry? Did she feel any remorse?
No. She'd murdered her father, like a plaything he'd hung. Some morbid marionette show her life had turned out to be. Gone was sweet, odd and loony Luna, here sat a creature that was less than human, though more than demon.
"Cara mia." He breathed. She looked up at his ethereal form. Not a diaphanous ghost, nor a solid being. Somewhere in between. "I said I loved you."
"Even after I executed you?" She giggled incoherently, getting to her feet.
"Forever."
She giggled again, the madness within not afraid of making itself known. There were marks on her arms, he saw. Marks that showed of self-mutilation. Knifes, blades, daggers… even teeth had penetrated her skin.
"What have you done?" He asked, aghast.
"It's not as if you care." She said sweetly, her voice rivalling syrup.
"You are not Bellatrix."
"I know."
He reached out, his hand meeting her cold cheek. She shivered; he had an even colder hand. His lips tilted.
Luna became colder. The remaining heat in her body was stolen.
. . .
"Cara mia."
She shivered at the pleasure his hand provided on her spine.
"Where are we?"
"In the inbetween." He said. "You should get used to me. We're stuck here."
"Together?" She asked.
"Forever." He smirked.
Luna had entered her own personal heaven… and hell.
