Fast update much? I don't want Pure and utter vengeance tracking me down. Well, ok vengeance can as long as they promise to bring Scabior. (shifty eyes) Seriously vengeance, I'll yell Voldemort from a rooftop as long as you bring him.


Christmas was approaching fast at Hogwarts, not that many of the students took notice, what with the drastically reduced number of students. The Carrows were being particularly festive with their means of torturing any student they felt needed to be taught a lesson. Even kicking Mrs. Norris had lost it's charm.

The Hogwarts express left several days before Christmas at 11 o'clock. Luna, Ginny and Neville sat in a compartment to themselves.

"Gran doesn't want me to come back after the holidays." Said Neville glumly. "I only managed to convince her to let me stay this long because it's my last year."

"Yeah, mum doesn't want me to come back either. How about you Luna?" Ginny asked her.

"Hm? Oh daddy says he's found a crumple-Horned snorkack horn." Luna replied as she drew symbols on the fogged up window.

Neville and Ginny exchanged worried glances at each other. "How is you dad by the way Luna?"

"Quite well, thank you. The Quibbler has been selling a lot of issues, I guess people just want the truth."

The train suddenly lurched forward, throwing Ginny into the seat next to Luna.

"Why has the train stopped?" Whispered Ginny nervously.

"I don't know" Neville opened the compartment door and stuck his head out. He slammed the door shut and locked it. "It's death eaters, they're on the train." Neville sank to the floor, all the color in his face drained.

Ginny bit her nails. "I wish we had Harry's invisibility cloak."

"Oh, Harry has an invisibility cloak?" Asked Luna enthusiastically. "Daddy's going to be doing an article on demiguise hair. They don't just turn invisible you know, sometimes-"

Luna was cut off as two death eaters blasted open the door. Neville fell headfirst into the compartment window, fracturing the glass.

Ginny drew her wand. One of the death eaters had her wand in his hand before any of them could blink. "Now now ginger," He said. "All we want is one Luna Lovegood."

"Just hand her over and no one gets hurt…Some more." Smiled the other death eater.

Luna blinked stupidly. "What do you want from me?"

"Your father's been writing some nasty stuff little girl." Grinned death eater no.1

"The truth you mean?" Said Neville bravely. "The stuff The Daily Prophet doesn't want everyone to know?

Death eater no.2 snarled. "Want to end up like your parents Longbottom? Your heading the right way."

"Don't hurt them." Luna intervened as she stepped in between the death eaters. "I'm who you want."

Ginny grabbed Luna's arm. She didn't say anything, but both girls understood.


The death eaters each held one of Luna's arms and marched her through the gate, which they passed through as if it were made of smoke. Luna resisted the urge to look back and see if the gate was made of smoke. Pure white peacocks strolled along the hedge growth and, though Luna couldn't believe it an Irish wolfhound was loping along the grounds, completely ignorant of the peacocks.

Death eater no 1. rapped the wrought iron door knocker several times before a dark haired woman practically wrenched the doors of its hinges.

"What is it?" She hissed.

Death eater no. 2 pulled Luna into the light. "She's here, just like you wanted.

The woman smiled. "Excellent. Dolohov you put the girl with the old man. Jugson, you come with me." The woman turned sharply on her heel and clacked down the empty entrance hall to a side door.

"Right away Bella." Jugson said.

Dolohov forced Luna to walk into the manor. Portraits of Draco's relatives were hanged on the wall, their pale eyes followed them as they walked down the hall. The door Bella had entered had been left ajar.

"She's here my lord." Bella said.

"That fool won't be publishing anymore of that rubbish now we've got her." Came another voice.

"Close the door." Voldemort said.

Luna shivered, Voldemort's voice sounded cold and unforgiving. Footsteps drew nearer, Scabbior blocked her view of whatever was taking place inside. His expression changed instantly from agitation to surprise. He looked once at Dolohov, half nodded to him before slowly closing the door. Luna twitched as she heard the door click close. The last and only person she thought that could have helped her in her predicament had literally and symbolically shut the door in her face.

"Come on girl, can't stand here all day." Dolohov dragged her toward a door at the end of the hall. He kicked open the door. "Lumos." He muttered and led her down a stone staircase.

Once down the flight of stairs Dolohov opened a door, pushed her through and slammed the door shut behind her. "Half fun princess." Dolohov leered at her.

Luna turned around. There was another person in the cell with her. As Dolohov's light faded the man's face was harder to recognize, yet Luna had an eerie feeling that she had seen the man somewhere before.

"What are you in here for?" Said the man, his voice sounded old, Luna relaxed slightly.

"They said my father's been writing something they didn't like in The Quibbler, I think it might have had something to do with the "Corruption in the Quidditch League" or maybe it was Blibbering Humdingers." Luna said, thinking back on it. "It's really dark in here."

"Yes, the only light in here is when the death eaters question you."

"Who are you?" Asked Luna as she tried to feel her way to where the old man was.

"Ollivander" He began to say.

"I remember you! You sold me my wand when I was 11! I'm Luna Lovegood, do you remember me?"

"Yes, your wand, it was very flexible, good for charms, did they take it?" Ollivander asked.

Luna nodded, then remembered they were in the dark. "Yes." She said.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's ok, I'm sure I'll get it back." Luna put her hands inside her pockets. She felt something odd in her pocket, digging it out she found she had put her specterspecs in there and had forgotten about them. Excitedly she put them on and found she could see Ollivander. Not very clearly, but still, she could see.

"Here , put these on." Luna took out her copy of The Quibbler and punched out the pair of specterspecs. "You'll be able to see."

Ollivander did as she said. "My dear, the did a number on you."

Luna's hand went directly to her face. She had forgotten that Jugson had hit her.


Scabior grabbed hold of Dolohov as he walked out of the manor. "What did you want with the girl?"

"The blonde? Tasty looking, wasn't she." Dolohov grinned.

Scabior resisted the urge to curse him. "Yeah, the blonde, why's she here?"

"Her dad's the editor of that rag, The Quibbler dark lord doesn't like what he's been writing about Potter, so we took his daughter to shut him up."

"There a ransom?"

"Potter."

"Oh, I see." Scabior nodded. "Let me know if you get any leads on him, will you?"

Dolohov's grin widened. Scabior punched him on the arm. "Hello? Do you not know the amount of gold on that boy's head?"

"Yeah, uh huh."

"If you were Potter, where would you be?" Scabior face-palmed.

"Hm, somewhere you couldn't get to him easily." Fenrir Greyback answered.

A scared looking waitress set their drinks on the table. Greyback grinned at her causing the waitress to squeak and scurry off behind the bar.

"Like what? He could be anywhere."

"Where are all the mud bloods hanging around?' Greyback took a swig of his beer. "You're a snatcher, dammit, start thinking like one."

"The forest?" Scabior asked dismally.

Greyback nodded. "Think some more."

"Um, ok…abandoned buildings and substations, power plants…" Scabior ticked them off on his fingers. "Which one do we try first?"

"Forest is always a good start." Greyback grunted and took another swig of beer.

"I want this done quickly and properly," Scabior addressed the band of snatchers in front of him. "Any mud bloods we find on the way, we take to the ministry but our number one priority is Potter."

"I thought our number one priority was already Potter." Said a snatcher with a thick Liverpool accent.

"Hit him for me, would you Greyback?"

After several fruitful weeks the snatchers finally found something interesting. Scabior was leading Greyback and another snatcher, Barker, back to their camp. Scabior stopped abruptly. He smelt something, something that didn't belong in a forest. Something flowery…

"Hang on." Scabior said. Barker dropped the body he was carrying. Scabior glared at him.

"What?" Barker asked, "It was heavy."

"Oh I'm so sorry" Scabior sneered at him.

He stood still for a few moments, trying to decipher where the scent was coming from. The scent was fresh but it didn't lead anywhere.

"Come on" He beckoned to the other snatchers.

Barker grudgingly picked up the body and trudged ahead of Scabior. "Next time you carry the body." He muttered.


Gah! Sorry if Luna's a bit over the top, I'm not use to writing characters like her, I'm more use to writing characters like Scabior; overly sarcastic and eccentric!

Annnd I don't know if specterspecs can see in the dark, but it sort of makes sense since they can see wrack spurts.