V is for Victory
We Apparate to The Facility.
I'm staggered with both good and bad memories of this place. St. Mungo's was once a place of healing; it is now a Ministry run site that condones torture and brainwashing. People are sent here for the tiniest infractions.
The Dark Lord is not known for leniency.
I'm tired.
Malfoy shoves me forward, and where the welcomewitch once stood is now a processing booth. I am stripped and searched. The guards are rougher than they need to be. It is sickening and humiliating.
I cannot watch while it is done to Luna.
We are led nude to the shaving room. Our hair is cut magically and falls to the floor. My brown curls look dull next to her straight shimmery blonde locks.
We are then placed together in a holding cell. I know that we have only moments left.
I look over at Luna. She tries to smile.
"It will be okay, it's only a matter of time now."
She nods.
The guards look suspicious. "No talking."
I stare at her. She seems to shimmer beneath the pale light. I'm getting dizzy. Things are getting fuzzy around the edges.
There isn't enough oxygen in the room. I fall to my knees, gasping for air.
I hear Luna's body hitting the floor next to me.
The guards are shouting, panicking. They wanted to make a public example of us.
We decided that we wouldn't let them.
So we'll die here, on this cold industrial floor together.