Luna began to shake. Her white blond hair shivered, as she sat on a lonely chair, in the middle of the dungeons. Harry would come for her, that she knew. She repeated the thought over and over to herself, hoping it would make it come true. A crude, harsh scream came from above her, and Luna willed herself to get up. Her legs shaking, she began to make her way towards the gate of the "jail sell" that herself, and Mister Olivander shared. Her right arm was still limp, and hanging at her side, due to the latest dream torture that Bellatrix Lestrange had thought up. As her frail arm delicately grasped the bar of the gate, Luna could feel the cold, hard ridges of the bar press against her fragile skin. The screaming stopped. Bellatrix could be heard, dragging Mister Olivander towards the stairs. Luna would be going up next, she knew it. The girl began to sing a soft song, in a high and quavering voice. "I don'tthink there's a word I've ever heard
That captures the innocence of you. And I wouldn't want one too. And no, I 'wouldn't want one too. It'd be like smothering a star, or covering a work of art. Driving so fast that the view falls apart, Like I do, Without you." Luna's voice rose clear and sweet, a small smile flitting across her face, at the memory of the song. As Bellatrix began to scream however, "You! Take him down, he doesn't know anything! Bring up the blond, Harry Potter's girlfriend." The smile disappeared, appearing as if not even it's ghost would ever happen upon her again. She drew out the last word, mocking Luna with the word "Girlfriend". The pale girl began to shake even more violently, as the upper gate clanged shut, and steps and shuffles could be heard, coming down the stairs. Luna frantically ran to the back of the "cell" attempting to hide. It was impulse. However, as the lower gate swung open, and Mister Olivander was dumped inside, his body limp, she let out an audible gasp. One could not see his face, underneath the blood that had coated it. Bellatrix was very mad today. This might be the worst day yet. A steel hand clamped around her forearm, and began to drag Luna forward, though she attempted to plant her feet. The cement, slick with blood, sweat, and tears did not help her. Luna glanced back into the cell, to see Mister Olivander feebly attempt to get up. She was then dragged up the stairs, and she began to frantically sing. Bellatrix's cruel face greeted her, as she reached the top of the stairs. She waved her wand towards Wormtail, and he was slammed down the hallway. Luna was dragged to a solo chair, in the middle of the empty room. She was sat down on it, and Bellatrix began to hover over her. Her body was shaking, the black dress she wore gapping, as she leaned down, until she was nose to nose with Luna. A wand was pointed at Luna's forehead, pressing a white circle against her already deathly pale skin. Bellatrix began to hiss "Where is your boyfriend?" She again drew out the last word, spitting in her face. A searing pain began to grow, and Luna started to scream. She continued pressing her wand against her forehead, Luna's scream wavering, then rising in pitch, as well as volume. The pain intensified. Bellatrix began to drag her wand over Luna's face, and she stopped screaming. The girl's eyes were now glassy, her body limp. A shudder went over her body as Bellatrix dumped her off the chair, and she landed on the floor. A smile drifted across her face as she attacked Luna again, and her last thought was of Harry. Luna knew no more.