Six figures stood around her, three on each side. Each one wore a floor length black cloak, with a silver clasp at the collar and a hood, covering each face. The clasp of each cloak was in the shape of a knotted snake, with emerald eyes. They stood on each side of her, not moving an inch. Luna turned helplessly on the spot, taking in the sight of each one, wand clasped in hand, not sure whether to attack or leave them be.
For a full minute they all stood there, simply watching each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Luna could feel her heart beating in her chest, wand raised ready to strike, and yet still they stood there, waiting.
Finally there was a thump behind the figures on her left hand side, then a scuffle. Two of them parted, to make way for a third, who was leading a tall man, with a ripped shirt and patched trousers with a cloth bag covering his face. His wrists were tied behind his back, and the dark blue travelling cloak he had been wearing had been torn in two.
The figure on the newcomer's right side reached one arm out from under his cloak, to pull the bag off the man's head, revealing the face of Xenophilius Lovegood.
Luna, terrified, rushed forward, throwing one arm around her father's neck. The figure who had bought her father into the circle quickly pushed her backwards, roughly. She stumbled, but kept her balance. Quickly as she could, she pointed her wand at him; "Stupefy!" she cried.
The figure was thrown backwards off his feet, and landed unconscious just a foot away. His hood had been thrown back when he fell revealing the face of a young man, with a dirty, scarred face, and a nose which looked like it had seen more than its fair share of fights. He had a shaven head with a tattoo of a dragon above his left ear.
Before she had time to stun any of the others, the figure who had taken the bag off her father's head moved his wand in a whip like motion, causing her wand to fly high out of her hand, to be caught by the middle figure behind her. She looked around her, panicking now, with no wand and no foreseeable way out. Xenophilius was struggling against the ropes binding his wrists, but to no avail.
The figure who had disarmed her pushed her father forward so that he was stood next to his daughter, then unclasped his cloak, and let it fall to the ground, where is disappeared in a stream of dark smoke. He stepped forward, and silently peered into Luna's eyes.
He was tall, much taller than she was. He had long, matted hair that looked like it really wanted to be in dreadlocks, but couldn't quite be bothered to but the effort in. It was deep, chestnut brown, with slight hints of purple and a blood red streak to the left hand side. Some parts of his hair had small silver disks plaited into it, and the whole lot had been tied back with a thin strip of velvet. He had pale, blue grey eyes, and a white scar running over his right cheek. His face was dirty, as if he had spent several weeks living in a forest. His jaw was strong, his cheekbones high. He was slim, while somewhat muscular.
His shirt was a dark purple, under a black blue waistcoat. He wore skin tight pinstripe black jeans, ripped at the knee, and a leather belt, with tarnished star shaped studs. His sturdy laced boots came to halfway up his calf and around his wrist was a thick, carved wrist band. On one finger was a heavy looking silver ring, in the shape of an oak tree. Under a knee length black leather coat, the whole ensemble gave the appearance of one who has not had time to wash properly for a few days, and forgotten to pack enough changes of clothes.
He looked at Luna, and she looked at him, before he turned to her father. "Well, well, well, we have found a right one 'aven't we." There was a ripple of laughter from the group. "Alright old man, this the girl? This your daugh'er?" He had a thick London accent and a deep, gravelly voice. He pointed to Luna, and looked up to see Xenophilius, who shook his head quickly, then looked away. "No, 'corse she ain't. Why give up your own daugh'er eh?" He chuckled to himself, and then looked up again, to address the group. "Right then you 'orrible lot. We've been sent 'ere by the Ministry to take possession of one Luna Lovegood. Reasons for which being 'er old man's insistence of publishing Pro Potter propaganda." He poked Xenophilius in the chest, who wobbled slightly, until Luna put one hand on his elbow. "'Owever," the tall man continued, "We are not an unreasonable lot, are we men?" There was a second ripple of laughter. "We give you a choice girly. Either you come with us, and we think about givin' you back when your old man 'ere decides to behave 'imself, or we send 'im of, 'ere and now to be put in Azkaban, under high security. What do you think then, eh girly?"
Luna looked at her father, who stared back with the eyes of a rabbit caught in headlights. Then she looked back at the man in front of her. She tilted her chin up so that she could look him straight in the eye. "I'll go." She said.
Here you go, chapter two! Hope you like it, I know I do :) Thank you for reading, please review, it means the world to me. I can only make it better if you tell me the faults, and good reviews motivate me to write more XD See you soon, Az x