The courtroom is full nearly to the rafters with people, all of them having come to see the downfall of the man on trial today. Vultures, the lot of them. There is whispering and chittering and jeering amongst the gathered, but the blond woman at the back of the room sits quietly, hands clasped over her belly. If you look closely, you can see a gentle swell around her middle, but it is nearly hidden under her flowing blue dress.
The court is not yet in session, but the members of the jury have taken their seats. All that is left to wait for now, is the judge. Oh, and the defendant, of course. Great Judge Turpin enters the room now; he is old, leaning on a cane and followed by a nurse, but he has one of the sharpest minds in Britain and has judged many of the Death Eaters captured after the end of the war. Today, he is sitting in judgement over Draco Malfoy, known Death Eater, key participant in the attack of Hogwarts and suspected member of the Dark Lord's inner circle.
Luna presses her hands to her stomach and thinks about butterflies.
Judge Turpin calls for silence, and after the majority of the noise has settled down there is the rustling, clanging noise of the gate in the floor opening and the prisoner is raised into the cage in the middle of the room. It is the first time she sees him in nearly two months, and she bites her tongue to keep from crying out. He looks so thin and worn, in his torn clothes and his filthy hair. His hands are chained with his feet, but he looks so calm as he stands there. His back is ramrod straight and he looks straight ahead, proud as a prince, even in the situation he is in. Even in his wretched state, he is the most beautiful creature she has ever laid eyes on. As pretty as a thestral frolicking with a unicorn, terrible and lovely and lost and all alone. She wants to hug him, but the bars are in the way.
Luna hears very little of the trial, not that there is much to hear. The evidence is overwhelming and Draco does very little to defend himself. In fact, he says very little at all. It comes as no surprise to anyone when the Judge declares him guilty and announces the sentence: three years in azkaban without possibility of parole, the snapping of his wand and a ten-year ban on using any sort of spell. Then the cage is opened and he is dragged out between two burly guards, the crowd jeering and screaming and calling him monster and murderer and condemning him to hell. The only one who is silent, is her.
When they pass where she is sitting, she calls out to him.
"Draco!" He turns his head, startled.
"Please" he begs the guards, "just a moment. Give us just a moment." The dark haired one looks reluctant, but the blond nods slowly, stopping briefly. She does not know who they are and it does not matter as she throws herself at him and wraps her arms around his neck.
"I'm pregnant" she whispers.
"Wait for me" is his desperate reply and then he is ripped from her arms and dragged off. He yells her name over and over again, calling that he loves her, as the door closes and he is gone.
Luna presses her hands to her stomach. That's his child in there. The child they made together. She stands still in the middle of the roaring crowd, not hearing them. All she hears is his voice, over and over again, sounding more distant with every moment that passes. Luna! Luna! Luuuuunaaaa!