Spy
She had to spy on the dark, for the light.
Her brain, a Legiliments expert had said, was already to foggy and strange to matter if Voldemort read it, because he couldn't tell the real from the fake anyway.
She couldn't tell if she should take that as a compliment or not.
That was why she was sixteen, a new sixteen mind you, and striding next to a tall black cloaked figure rushing her down a dark, mildewy hallway.
"In here!" The figure barked, throwing her into yet another dark room.
She stud up and brushed herself off. Then turned to look at her surroundings.
The room smelled as bad as the hall way before it, and was just as dark. She strained her eyes, but couldn't see the people she knew were there.
Suddenly, they turned on a light.
And there, three feet off the ground on a platform, sat Lord Voldemort.
She schooled her face the way Malfoy had taught her to.
"You!" Spat the snake like man. "Weren't you in the Department of Mysteries with Potter and his followers?"
She forced her memories from the battle into the forefront of her mind. "Yes, sir." She said clearly.
"Then why are you here?"
She brought up more memories. These were fake. Made up in her mind that she made her self believe for a few hours. "I had an affair. With Harry Potter." She said, trying to sound sad. "He told me he loved me," She brought up the fake memory, "Then left me for Ginerva Wealsey. He told me he never loved me." She made like she was thinking about maybe crying.
"No, child, don't cry. But, that still doesn't explain why you're here."
"I want to hurt him. In the worst possible way. I could be your double spy. He still thinks I love him. He foolishly trusts me."
"Then your in the right place." Voldemort smiled a scary sort of smile, that, had she been completely sane, would have made her wet her pants. "Bella, get.. girl, what's your name?"
"Luna Lovegood, sir."
"Bella, get Luna her first set of Death Eaters robes." Voldemort smiled at her again and asked, "how old are you Miss Lovegood?"
"Sixteen, sir. Barely."
"Well, Luna, for barely sixteen you're rather fearless. Either that or foolish."
"What ever for, sir?" Luna asked, looking puzzled.
"Your not afraid of me." He said, locking eyes with Luna.
"Oh, that's not true. I'm very afraid of you, sir. But I know you can't let an opportunity like this pass you by. I know you wont kill me." Luna said, showing submission by lowering her eyes first. Just like Hermione told her to.
"Wise girl." Voldemort praised, smiling again. "Ah! Bella, thank you."
Bellatrix walked up and handed Luna a set of robes, darker then the blackest black she'd ever seen. And a white mask. Luna smiled in thanks but only got a snarl in return.
"Welcome, Luna Lovegood, to the Death Eaters." Voldemort boomed. The other Death Eaters present clapped politely.
"Thank you, sir."
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.