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Things didn't end the way they were supposed to, the natural order of things became something entirely different. Wasn't good supposed to triumph over evil in the end? Then perhaps this wasn't the end at all, but it certainly seemed like the end, it certainly had end like qualities, the end of life as she had known it, the end of any hope that she had, it ended with him. Wasn't he supposed to fix everything, wasn't it prophesized? It's certainly more difficult to fulfill prophecies if you're dead, and that's what he was, the boy who lived, dead. What was she to do now, she had put her full support behind him and so did her father there was nothing left for her now but to run. She had no idea if any of her friends were alive, and to find them meant risking her own safety and with Harry gone what further plans would they have? She thought, it certainly wasn't worth it at least for now.
The Malfoy family had definitely been booming since the end of the war, their wealth and control had expanded since the dark lord came into power as far as the wizarding world was concerned, not that the muggles even mattered anymore, they had bought or seized whatever might be useful to aid the new regime's control, media especially. It was no surprise to anyone then that the last bit of media to be taken over was The Quibbler, which being the last bit of news that stood in opposition to the dark lord most people would question why the newspaper's employees weren't simply just killed as it probably would have saved a significant amount of time; however Lucius Malfoy saw no need for the additional hostility, especially when being diplomatic was more in their benefit. Due to being the last stance of resistance, it was growing increasingly more popular. After serious debate though Lucius decided that killing them all would just make them all martyrs for their cause, and how much better it would be if the last stand against the Dark Lord fell to their side willingly.
Lucius approached the home of Xenophilius Lovegood in Ottery St. Catchpole, he smirked as he looked at the drab little house with the poorly patched roof, but regained his composure as he knocked on the door. Xenophilius partially opened the front door, with one eye peering out at Lucius Malfoy, he stood there motionless for a moment he had expected this visit would happen eventually, but despite knowing this he still felt uneasy as he opened the door and led Lucius into his home. Xenophilius shook as he carried the tray and tea set to the kitchen table. "Now, Lovegood there's certainly no need for such formaility, we both know why I'm here. So if you'll sign over The Quibbler to me I'll be on my way." Lucius began.
"I…..I'm afraid I can't do that…" Xenophilius stammered.
"Oh, really?" Lucius smirked, he hadn't imagined that there would be any opposition , at least logically there shouldn't have been, but after all Xenophilius Lovegood was not known for being sound of mind.
"at least…" he started on again "at least not without you doing something for me in return."
Lucius grinned "Well certainly, we would be able to compensate you for…."
"Certainly it would be nice to get some kind of payment, considering you would be taking my whole livelihood from me, but that's not what I meant" Xenophilius started to gain more confidence in his voice "I want you to take care of my daughter, my Luna. She's been missing since the end of the war I want her found and taken care of, if she's with you….if she's with you with the way things are now, I know she'll be safe. She means the world to me, you see and if I know she's safe then I can be content with that even doing something as disastrously awful as this….." As he finished speaking his eyes drifted down to the floor to hide his watering eyes.
"So you want protection for your daughter and then you would sign everything over to us willingly?"
"yes" he stared back up at Lucius. "If I was sure she was safe, then yes"
This was starting to seem like considerably more work than he anticipated. "I could just kill you, you know"
Xenophilius knew this was true; at this point he was desperate for his daughter's safety. He grabbed Lucius' hand across the table. "Lucius I implore you, if not for me then for my wife, I know how close you used to be, what you promised her….save her daughter."
Lucius stared into Xenophilius' eyes before jerking his hand away from him. "So be it….I will return to you when your daughter has been found."