Luna stared up at the small rays of moon light shining through the cold bars that held her prisoner within the dungeon. Her golden curls lay against one of the wet slimy stone walls that created her cell. It had been days now, no maybe even weeks…time seemed to be lost to her. Luna's legs were tightly pulled up to her chest as if protecting herself from what was to come, more torture and tormenting she would have guessed. Yet Luna stayed strong through this harsh layout of fate, she wouldn't let them see her tears, see that she was truly scared and see that she felt defeated and broken. No this Luna held in, keeping it to herself for when no eyes were upon her.

Though the dread never left her, every time she heard those bolts being reopened or the sniggering of another of her captures… it wasn't fair to say the least. But that was how the world played out and Luna Lovegood would not question that to any depth. Fate was something that could never be controlled and if her being here in this foul place was her fate, then she would endure it for she believed with many bad things came at least one good. So now she just waited, whether it was to be saved from her prison or to lose her life to save another.

The sounds of something now very familiar to her broke Luna out of one of her sweet trances…the ones she now craved and relied on to get through this horrid ordeal. As the heavy door swung open it revealed a face she had grown to know and despise, Lucius Malfoy stood at the doorway an evident scowl plastered to his face. Cautiously his tall body towered over Luna's small and fragile one, she cringed away excepting a hit…but no pain ever came. Slowly opening her wide ocean blue eyes, Luna looked up to the older man…the man she once knew as a school-mates father, a man that was well known within the wizardring realm, but now she knew to fear him as if he were death itself. At this reaction Lucius smiled broadly, as quickly as it had come the smile vanished and soon he was undoing her shackles which held her captive. As soon as she was free from the wretched things Luna broke out into a run, aiming to get to the door before Lucius had another chance at getting her. But once getting there the skinny, but strong arms of Bellatrix Lestange snatched her from the freedom she had yet to taste. Luna let out a small whimper as her lips trembled uncontrollably until she had given up and was now fully crying her eyes out.

"Hush child!" Lucius' voice was thick with order, and Luna quickly silenced her wailing to quiet sobs, though her tears ran down her face freely. Once able to somewhat compose herself, Luna attempted at a soft plea.

"Please let me go…I have no use for you anymore, just please let me go." She almost begged but chose to keep what dignity she had left. Lucius and Bellatrix seemed to be very amused with her plea; Bella almost looked as if she were trying to hold back laughter from the situation.

"I have no intention of letting you go Miss Lovegood, and actually we have a lot of use in you….very important use may I say." Lucius stated firmly, making it very clear he had higher plans for her, and it chilled Luna to the bone with the very idea. Bravely she chose to question this very important use she would be taking part in, she knew very well it wasn't to do with Harry and her friends…or the DA, because she'd rather sacrifice herself then give up on the only things that mattered to her. So the plot had to be something else, though she dare not think of it herself and let her imagination run rampage on the wildest and craziest things that they would want her involved in.

"W-what do I have t-to do?" Luna stuttered quietly, but still making her voice known to the two people preventing her from leaving this wicked place. Lucius stepped forward, holding Luna's chin in a firm grasp making sure she was listening for he would not repeat himself.

"Well with the war surfacing any minute now, I refuse to take any chance of having my family line killed off." He answered simply, staring her down. Though confusion seemed to cover Luna's features…she understood Lucius Malfoy clearly, though she couldn't work out what that had to do with her. Seeing this confusion written clearly on Luna's pale face, Lucius chose to explain further and ridden the poor girl's mind of all the scenarios he was sure she was thinking up at that moment.

"To make things completely simple for you Miss Lovegood, you shall be carrying the next Malfoy heir…once you have fulfilled to give me a grandchild you will then, and only then be allowed to leave the manor and go on with your life as a filthy blood-traitor." Lucius said finally, seeing the young witch's shook and horror induced features he turned to his sister-in-law and gave her a curt nod.

"Take her up to Draco's bed chambers….and make sure she looks presentable Bella." He hissed the last part, finishing it off with an exasperated sigh. Turning on his heels Lucius made his way down the dimly lit corridor and up the spiral stone staircase, cursing under his breath as he knew what was to come.

Draco strolled into his father's office, thinking about what sort of mission he was going to be given this time. Many things were running through his head, had the dark lord once again requested assistance from him…that thought scared him the most, but he wouldn't show it.

"Draco…you seem to have taken your time." Lucius spat with distaste that his son would show up so late to his bidding. Draco looked up and nodded his apology to his father. Accepting it as that Lucius grudgingly went on towards his dark green leather seat, gesturing with a hand for Draco to take the seat across from him. Doing as he was told Draco sat uncomfortably in the matching settee, waiting patiently for his father to go onto the main agenda of this meeting.

"As you know Draco this war is coming fast, and we shall all be taking our part in it seriously…choosing to fight in what we believe in and want, agreed?" Lucius spoke firmly, his cold grey eyes turning their full power onto Draco's.

"Of course father, I take this battle in full seriousness." Draco returned strongly, not understanding where this talk was leading to.

"And you know that there will be many losses on each side…" He went on, as Draco nodded once again, if his father was trying to explain softly that he may die in this war Draco was already fully aware, so yet again he couldn't see the point to this.

"And you know how important the Malfoy name is and how important it is to live on through legacy…" Once again Draco nodded even more puzzled now as to what his father was getting at. First he talking about how Draco may lose his life and now he was talking about how important it was for him to stay alive, his father was barking mad Draco had concluded…until it finally came out.

"Good because I'm expecting you to produce an heir and I'm only giving you a month at most…think you can mange?" Lucius said in a threatening tone, as if trying to challenge his son into daring to protest. Swallowing hard Draco stood from his seat and walked up to his father's desk, slamming his hands down furiously in a fit of rage.

"Absolutely not how can you even ask of something like that from me, and Pansy would never agree to such a thing…she may want our money but to have a child, absolutely not!" Draco yelled, though in a matter of seconds Lucius' hand came into contact with the boy's cheek making a huge smacking sound.

"How dare you disobey me, I thought you were loyal to the Malfoy name…but instead you choose to disgrace it by allowing it to have a possible chance of dying out, and who said anything about Miss Parkinson having any involvement?" Lucius stated with a sly grin, Draco still clutching his pained red cheek looked up at his father baffled.

"Then who?" He questioned indignantly.

"Luna Lovegood." Lucius answered simply.