Luna cried out as Bellatrix twisted her wrist.
"You really thought you could beat the Dark Lord?" The question was accompanied with a disgusted sneer. She grabbed Luna's soft blonde hair roughly and pulled her back so that Bellatrix's lips were directly by her ear. She whispered "Harry Potter and your other pathetic friends? Their as good as dead." She laughed out as a tear rolled down Luna's cheek. She chuckled and shoved her violently onto the floor. Luna sobbed softly into her hands. Harry? Lord Voldemort would never be able to kill Harry. He would never succeed. However she could not stop her underlying fear from shadowing her thoughts.
Luna slowly wiped away the tear and began rubbing her wrist gently. She didn't look up when somebody came in and spoke to Bellatrix. She focused on her wrist, trying to stop her thoughts risking breaking her spirit. Nonetheless, she still heard Bellatrix's sharp curse and her footsteps retreating hurriedly. Luna didn't relax. It was just by luck that today Bellatrix didn't use her wand on Luna and instead inflicted a less harmful pain using her own cruel ways. Even though Bellatrix was gone, what reassurance was there that whoever was in the room with her now was no different?
"What are you doing here?" the frustrated voice asked. Luna looked up to see Narcissa Malfoy looking wearily at her. Her tone didn't match her fierce outlook. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly into a bun and she was clutching her purse firmly. Luna thought she looked quiet strange wearing all black but didn't mention it.
"She wanted to see me." Narcissa sighed, not needing to ask to know why Bellatrix wanted Luna.
"Draco, would you put her back into the basement?" she asked. Draco unbeknown to Luna had been standing a few feet away from his mother. "I'm going to check on your father." She bit her lip looking almost tearful as Draco pushed past her, shoving her slightly to the right. Narcissa turned away hastily and left.
"You shouldn't act like that to your mother you know." Luna said tentatively; she wasn't that scared of Draco. Draco looked down at her.
"Get up." He said sharply, ignoring Luna's comment. She stayed down. "I'm serious. My mum died when I was only 9." Draco growled and grabbed her arm up. Luna looked up at him with misty grey eyes. She didn't know whether or not to believe that he truly wanted to be a Death eater. Irritated with Luna, he put more pressure on her arm. He flinched when he saw it was damp with blood and dropped her arm. Momentarily, Luna saw the gaunt, haggard boy that had seen too much violence in his short life. He noticed her tilted head staring at him thoughtfully. He repeated himself.
"Get up." He was trying to keep up the inconsiderate tone but Luna had seen enough to believe that he wasn't who he wanted to be. His grey eyes challenged her to disobey him.
"She broke my leg when she pushed me." Luna said. Draco narrowed his eyebrows at her. He had a new found hatred for the pure blooded blonde; she had seen a glimpse of weakness in him.
"Then I'd learn how to walk with a broken leg." Forcing himself to touch her arm again he pulled her up. "Walk." He ordered. Luna stared at him and then looked at her legs and concentrated on moving her leg forward. With focused deliberation, she placed weight on her broken leg. Pain shot out to her brain and shrieked for her to stop. Nevertheless she grabbed onto a black table and pushed herself along. Draco scoffed as Luna lost her balance. It caused her leg to buckle and crash her body to the floor. Draco pulled her up again.
"Walk." He commanded. Luna bit the inside of her lip and tried again. The only thought in her head was 'When will the torture stop?"