I sat in a horribly uncomfortable leather chair in Narcissa's living room. It had been taken over by the Dark Lord as his headquarters.
"Bella's back and she brought something interesting." Narcissa swept gracefully into the room only pausing long enough to tell him.
What could Bellatrix have brought back that he would find interesting? He stood up and walked over to the front hallway. Bella was standing there and beside her was my worst nightmare.
No, not a nightmare. I could never associate her with a nightmare when she was such an amazing dream. Her long, blonde hair was tangled in a mess and a section was stained with the ruby color of her blood. She lifted her head just enough to look into my eyes with her large, silvery eyes.
"Well, well, well, If it isn't little Looney Lovegood." Draco spat from beside me. I had to seriously suppress my urge to slap the smirk off his face.
"Shut the hell up, Draco!" Luna said in her beautiful airy voice. Bellatrix's hand connected with her perfect ivory skin and I couldn't help but flinch at the sickening sound it made. My brother gave me a questioning look from across the room. The last thing I needed was the Dark Lord to find out about my past with her.
"What do we do with her until the Dark Lord returns?" Dolohov sneered from the space between Bellatrix and the wall. Bella looked down on the blonde beauty with her cruel black eyes.
"Put her with the others." She threw her towards me. I just barely caught her slim body in my arms as she stumbled. That was so unlike her, she was one of the most graceful creatures I had ever seen. Her silvery eyes searched my face for something but I couldn't reveal anything.
I pulled her away toward the basement we were using as a dungeon. I closed the door behind us and hugged her. She froze.
"What's wrong, Luna?" I whispered, pulling back to see her face. Her beautiful face contorted in a mask of pain.
"What's wrong? Rabastan, I'm in a dungeon. Bellatrix tortured me the past two days." She whispered harshly. "How do work with these people? This isn't you, these people are terrible, Rab." She said in a softer voice.
I couldn't resist her any longer. I lower my face to hers and brushed my lip against her soft, coral colored lips. She froze again but then gave in. Her pale hands wove into my black hair, pulling me closer.
A voice screeched through the door. "Rabastan, what the hell is taking so long?" Bella yelled. Luna and I broke apart and I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She smiled slightly and then walked down the stairs. I couldn't bear to leave her but I knew that if Luna was to have any chance of getting out of here, no one could know about us.
I opened the door and was no longer Rab, the man who loved Luna Lovegood. I was Rabastan Lestrange, terrible Death Eater. I never felt so terrible in my life.