When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
-William Blake
-I stifled my scream forgetting for a moment this was a memory.
Apparently Harry did also as he had pulled out his wand and yelled "Avada Kedavra!"
The green light did come out and hit the target but nothing happened.
Voldemort seemed to just soak up the spell before Harry remembered also it was a memory.
The snake-like man walked so silently into to the cell along with Lucius Malfoy and Cornelius Fudge the ex-minister.
"Well...Hello Miss Lovegood. Thank you so very much for allowing us into your humble abode." The mocking snake-like voice hissed pretending to be polite.
"I believe you alone with four other broke into the Department of Mysteries about two years ago? Yes two years ago and stole a prophecy. Do you happen to know what that prophecy was?"
While he said this his gaze slid around in disgust at the cell.
Luna didn't answer but huddled and cowered under Voldemort's eyes.
She screamed when a snake slithered across her feet.
"Now, now dear girl. No need to fear sweet, delicate, Nagini..."
"Nagini?" Luna spoke harshly. The laugh that came from her throat was hoarse and without humor. "Neville Longbottom killed that vermin."
The polite mask did not even falter as it gave her a small smile showing pure white sharpened teeth.
"Yes...but being a living Horcrux-I am sure Potter told you about Horcruxes?" As Luna didn't respond he mockingly placed a long thin hand to his chest. The red eyes widened gleefully.
Speaking so quietly, walking so calmly as if he was on a stroll around the garden, his hand holding that knobby wand so carelessly is what scared her most.
Involuntarily she gulped.
Blinking I realized I was becoming such a part of the memory I started thinking as if I was Luna.
Harry was standing behind the still crouched body of Luna staring so intently at He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named it looked as if Harry was trying to set him afire with his eyes.
"Well, dear Luna," The man placed the hand not holding the elder wand onto the blonde girls head in almost a loving manner.
Instead of jerking away her fear made her stay stock still.
"A Horcrux is a part of someone's soul. Someone would have to split their soul into a piece or pieces in my case." I shivered hearing the hissing in his voice become more pronounced and malevolent as he described Horcruxes.
"To make a Horcrux one would have to kill. When killing the item of most importance of yours part of your soul would be split into. But when I..."
The man's mouth moved still but the words were too blurred for me to make out what he said. No...The words were almost one continuing sound.
"...so some are accidental." The last four words I could hear again making my nails dig into my palms in frustration.
"Bugger off you bastard."
I frowned wondering if I missed something.
"Oh dear. Miss Lovegood cannot take the truth so she resorts to cursing?" A tutting was strange coming from the nose-less ruler. "Very unladylike. Now that I have indulged critical information to you why don't you share with me where Potter is?"
The two men who accompanied Voldemort shuffled closer with a face of glee on Fudge's and one of nonchalance on Malfoy's.
"Fuck you Moldy."
Apparently Luna's frightened terrified demeanor was only on the outside as her voice was even and strong both times she cursed him.
A growl and a muttered curse followed the girl's words.
I remember how it felt when Bellatrix did that to me; I could only wonder how much pain she was going through with a more powerful wizard.
Her wails and screams echoed off the small cell's walls making that coward Fudge cringe at the noise.
As Luna's screams and shrieks died off the mask had slid off, 'No more nice guy' I couldn't help but think.
"Now listen you grubby blood traitor, tell me where Harry Potter is or any place he may have gone!" He roared almost shaking with in controlled rage.
"No. I might've told you something before you killed Daddy, but there's no Daddy anymore...what would I have to gain if I told you? I can't get help for Daddy HE'S DEAD AND BILLIONS OF PEOPLE ARE DYING BECAUSE OF YOU SO FUCK OFF YOU BLOODY BUGGERING FILTHY HALF-BLOOD-SNAKE FREAK OF NATURE!" Luna's babbling started calmly and ended with shrieks.
"Why would you call our Lord a half-blood you wench?" Lucius Malfoy twirled his cane around in his hands staring calmly at Luna who was now muttering a string of curses while huddling in pain in a corner. Lord Voldemort stood
"Because his father was a muggle. Didn't know that did you?"
This was nothing like the quiet dreamy Luna who was kind to everyone and anyone no matter how cruel they were to her. The Luna who never thought it was any of her classmates stealing her things, but one of her real or made up creatures. This was a girl who thought she lost everyone and all the things in life she loved and cared about.
The curses still coming from her mouth in this memory were things I would never have thought Luna would think let alone know.
"My Lord-" Fudge started with a strange look on his face.
"Silence. Get out. There will be no questions." Voldemort's robe flitted around him as he stalked out of the cell
"Bloody bastard didn't even tell me how Nagini still lives." Luna muttered clutching her arms, as Fudge and Malfoy pressed against the dirt walls to allow Voldemort through.
Before the blonde man went through the door he knocked Luna across her head with his cane making her go unconscious. "Don't call My Lord a bastard,"
Once again Harry and I were flitted forward through to another memory.
In this memory Luna was asleep, most likely having a nightmare from all her shouting out and turning.
I wished I could wake her up from the horrible dream she must have had but I knew I couldn't.
There was a bang on the door, the another and another a bit softer, there were more bangs that I could hear and I desperately wished to go out of the metal door and see what was going on.
"Get up you half-bloods, mudbloods and blood-traitors! We gonna move ye!" A man shouted outside.
Luna slowly stood up and, in vain, tried smoothing out her dirtied shirt and skirt. Her fingers raked through her hair as if trying to make herself presentable.
I did not understand why she would.
I shivered feeling the cold, lifeless, unhappiness of a dementor. Looking there was actually ice growing around the edges and bottom of the cell door.
It opened with a horrible screeching scream much like that of a banshee.
A ragged cloak figure stood there, stretching out bony hands and beckoning out the door.
I had no choice but to follow the dementor and my old friend.
Tensing a hand slipped into mine, but relaxed when I realized only Harry could touch me in this memory.
"I really wish I could hit that bloody snake-face into oblivion." He mumbled as we followed Luna into another crowd.
A few of the people walked right through me which irritated and creeped me out at the same time.
"Me too." Was my reply.
The dementors and guards started calling out names for different people to go into big cells that they would share.
"Seeing as there is so many of you here that know each other, we shall give each of you something to lose, each other."
I couldn't tell who said it but the woman who said it cackled gleefully.
For a moment I thought it was Bellatrix Lestrange, and then I remembered Molly Weasley killed her when Bellatrix attacked me and Ginny at the Final Battle.
"Listen to the names." I said in Harry's ear for some reason whispering.
"Hannah Abbot.
Marietta Edgecomb.
Argus Filch.
Anna Longstem.
Pomona Sprout.
Into this cell!" The guard roared pointing to the left.
I spotted them over the crowd of people walking without a sound over to the room they had pointed to.
The crowd did not move, did not make a sound. With the dozen dementors around it seemed all the energy had been sucked out of them.
"Parvati Patil.
Luna Lovegood.
Neville Longbottom.
Minerva McGonagall.
Charles Wood.
Jeremy Johnson.
To my left!"
The view Harry and I had changed to where we were looking out of the cell Luna, Neville, and several others we knew were.
"Neville…" Luna whispered.
The boy had two blacks eyes, he was bleeding from somewhere on his head and he was limping on one leg horrible. His right hand was even missing two fingers.
"I'm okay Luna. I had started punching Malfoy and Fudge. I never knew that the Sectumsempra Harry taught us could give black eyes." He laughed hoarsely and what he said, but his laughter ended in severe coughing.
I turned back to the crowd as I couldn't stand seeing Neville like that much longer.
Freezing I saw a flash of bright red in the crowd and started listening to the names being called out.
"Molly Weasley.
Arthur Weasley.
Bill Weasley.
Charlie Weasley.
Fred Weasley.
George Weasley.
Ronald Weasley." At that last name a cry escaped my lips and started smacking Harry painfully in the arm.
"Ginevra Weasley.
Fleur Weasley.
All of you Weasleys will be taken to a special cell, as you knew Potter the best."
Harry was staring out as his practically adoptive family in horror and happiness.
"At least they were alive then Hermione." He mumbled still watching them walk away and the frown on his face increasing seeing the very pregnant Fleur.
"They can't keep Fleur here! She's pregnant!"
I didn't have anything to say to Harry as by now Fleur or the baby or both could be dead.
Once again another memory.
"I can't believe Harry abandoned us." Cho muttered heatedly. She was sitting in a corner huddled up trying to pull the small piece of cloth she had more secured around her.
"Harry did not Miss Change." Professor McGonagall's severe voice rang out.
She still held a shred of dignity besides having the rattiest clothing on and cuts all over her face.
"Oh yeah, McGonagall? How would you know that?" Was the girls answer staring disgusted at the Professor.
"I turned into my animagus form and I was able to hear the guards talking. In the last two months there have been break ins and killings at 'Supplies Station' as they called it. Horrible name if you ask me.
The third break in two people was spotted. One with frizzy mousy hair and one with jet black hair and," She looked seriously around at the five young people staring at her with rapt attention.
"A scar as you should have guessed."
Professor McGonagall continued talking about what she heard, the new continent names, about muggles and muggleborns.
Everyone in the cell was sleeping when the door opened again. They now had been in Azkaban for five months, by the amount of scratches I saw someone had put on the wall.
A man entered and roughly grabbed Luna by the collar.
Luna's screams woke the rest from their slumbers.
"What-"
"Luna-"
"What are you doing-"
"Put her down you ruf-"!"
"Where are you go-"
Before any of those five could finish their sentences Luna and the man were already gone, along with Harry and me.
We were now in a large room along with five other death eaters.
One of those five was Draco Malfoy.
"Put her down Flint. We don't want the merchandise to be broken." A tall brown haired woman called.
Marcus Flint dropped Luna roughly on the floor and sneered at her before leaving.
As soon as Flint had left the room Malfoy put up silencing spells, muffling spells, see-me-not spells and many others I didn't know.
"Hello Lovegood. We know that you will never be on the Dark Lord's side and we are glad. Because the six of us, we do not either. This is Astoria Greengrass," He pointed to the woman who said 'dot want the merchandise broken'.
"Blaise Zabini." A man stepped forward with black hair and an olive skin tone that I found endearing.
"Theodore Nott." That name surprised me as it was the same man Harry and I killed roughly four hours ago.
"Daphne Greengrass." This woman looked much like her sister in looks but a bit older.
"Seamus-
"Seamus Finnegan? B-but you're muggle-born!" Luna stuttered out in the memory.
"I thought I was," My ex-classmate spoke sadly, "Apparently Ma had an affair with someone in the wizard world she claims to be pure. So now I had to become one. It's taking all of my Gryffindor courage to do this."
"Do what?"
Now Draco Malfoy stepped back in, Why is he here? I thought.
"We want to help the ex-order members escape and re-start the Order of The Phoenix. And we want to join."
Disclaimer: *Sniffles* If it was mine I wouldn't be sitting her typing on a snail-slow computer and waiting for the doctor.
A/N Update on a Monday morning at 9:30. Not gonna happen often,
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I got a Message from an anonymous person yesterday wondering how Luna made a pensive-I don't really know I didn't think too much about that, I am just going to have it so Luna found a metal bowl in the muggle house kitchen put a spell on it so her memory wouldn't fall out and then she put in all of these memories. Memories will be going on for a couple of chapters- they aren't going to all be in one because I aim to keep my chapters around 2,500 words.
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