Title: Unknown
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Barty/Luna
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 457
Summary: Barty feared the worse.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Arithmancy - For the task I would like you to think about Emotion. Each of us experience hundreds of different emotions every day! So I would like you to write about somebody in a highly emotional state.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog - Wilfred Elphick - Bronze - Write about someone surviving a dangerous attack.
Harry Potter Halloween Collection Competition: Prompt Used - (word) macabre
Barty wished he had been on the raid. If he had, he might have been able to shield Luna. It wouldn't have been the first time, and no one, not even his Dark Lord, ever expected him of such disloyal tactics. Well, at least disloyal to Lord Voldemort. He might follow the beliefs of his Lord, but his loyalty was to Luna before anyone else.
He wasn't there, though. He was on a scouting emotion. He happened to hear about the raid since Death Eaters were known to brag.
He passed by the Lestranges when he heard it. Rabastan snickered. "That Lovegood girl felt our wrath. I just hope she's gone for good."
Barty stopped in his tracks, unable to breathe. "He couldn't ask them, couldn't question them, without arousing suspicion.
He had to wait for Luna to contact him, and if she didn't...
He swallowed back a keening moan that wanted to escape his mouth. He couldn't think like that. Luna was alive. She had to be alive. He couldn't imagine what he'd do if she wasn't.
He waited impatiently, and his macabre thoughts grew more and more gruesome as time passed. Hours turned into days, and then days turned into weeks.
Barty became crueler, sure that Luna was gone, and finding no reason to try to be better. She was his reason to become a better man, and with her gone, what was the point?
He thought about her every night. He thought about how they first fell in love. He thought about how much she believed in him. He thought about how he'd never feel that kind of love again. No one would ever take Luna's place in his heart; it just wasn't possible.
It was over a month later, closer to the two month mark, when he received the notification. It was their means of communications.
Afraid to hope, fearful that it might be a trap, but knowing he had to go in order to know for sure, he went to their spot.
Luna sat on a rock. Her blonde hair hung loosely around her, and she had never looked more beautiful to him.
He ran to her and pulled her into his arms. "You're alive."
Luna clung to him. "I'm sorry it's been so long. I was injured, and then they wouldn't let me out of their sight. I never wanted you to worry, but –"
"It's okay," Barty interrupted. "As long as you're alive, everything is okay. You can't leave me. You can't," he whispered harshly, holding her tightly.
Luna nuzzled her head into his chest, taking comfort in the strong embrace. "I love you."
"I love you, too. So much."
Luna was there in his arms. Everything would be okay.