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Written for the Globetrotter Comp - Nauschwanstein Castle
Word Count without A/N - 386
Children Of War
Luna watched as particles of dust spun in circles around her, making patterns in thin air. It was an activity she spent hours at a time doing, occasionally sweeping her hand through the air to make them move faster, to make them swirl and whirl. In the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, there wasn't much to do, but Luna was used to being alone, used to making her own entertainment.
She had lost track of the time she had been locked up, though the Nargles who visited told her that her time of lonliness was almost over. She would be joined soon, by someone she knew, a thought that left a bad taste in her mouth as much as it excited her. She didn't want anyone else to have been caught, didn't want anyone else in danger, but she didn't want to be alone anymore either.
Her daily visit, usually a silent visit, was announced by the slamming of a door overhead. She would be fetched a small bowl of water, and if she was lucky, a piece of bread. They fed her the minimum needed to keep her alive, but she didn't mind. As long as they fetched her water, she would live one more day.
Blonde hair lit up in the darkness of her cell, as he silently handed her the water, before placing a small piece of bread beside her. She drank greedily, the liquid tasting better than all the butterbeer in the world.
"Thank you," she said quietly as she handed the bowl back. She tilted her head to look into his eyes, the fearful eyes of a child who had grown up to fast staring back at her.
"Why are you thanking me?" he whispered, glancing around himself to make sure no one else was there.
"Because you fetch me water. You keep me alive," she replied, before turning away to pick up the bread, nibbling on the edges.
He walked away then, back up to the main house, to where he would be terrorized and tormented by his aunt. His whispered words reverberated around the dungeon.
"I'm sorry."
She shook her head. She didn't blame him. They were both children of war, albeit, on opposing sides. No, Luna didn't blame him at all.