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This chapter is a wee bit short, but after this we're getting straight back into the action. I was thinking about having a couple Luna perspectives up until Easter break...when all that 'lovely' stuff happens. I'll figure that out later.
Right. Sorry for any spelling mistakes/ missing words, I'll have to go back and fix that over the nezt few days. I hope you enjoy the chapter x
Chic. Geek. Fangirl. Freak: HAAAAIIIII. Yayyyy you're back. It's GREAT news that you didn't die! I understand the struggle, school has been pretty chill so far for me, thank goodness. Probably won't stay that way though. I think it's cause all they remember is him leaving in the seventh book, which is sad. Totally skipping over the fact that he stood up to Sirius when he thought he wanted to murder Harry, and told him that he'd have to kill him first. I think that everyone is capable of change, especially since Narcissa lied to the Dark Lord about Harry being dead. So to me it's highly plausible that they both changed for the better.
I'm SO glad you liked them :D honestly it makes me incredibly happy! Yepp definitely missed you :p
Loveee you xxx
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and only the storyline is mine.
Flashback
December 26th, 1997
"LET GO OF ME!" Ginny screamed at Theo, his strong arms wrapped around her. "Blaise, give me back my fucking wand. Blaise! Blaise!" The rage filled tears streamed down her face as she struggled to get free.
"Red, I want to go find her as much as you do, but Dray went and checked it out. It was Theodus' men out cold in Lu's house," Blaise made a cautious step in the redhead's direction. He reached up to shift her hair out of her face, but quickly recoiled when she snapped her head up biting at the air where his fingers had just been.
"Blaise, let me..." Theo drifted off, Blaise looked conflicted momentarily before running his fingers through his hair in resignation. As much as he wanted to help he couldn't. Theo was their best bet to calming her down.
Theo waited until Blaise had closed their bedroom door behind him with a soft click. Theo managed to walk over to the bed even with Ginny kicking out and fussing something terrible. When he finally reached the side of the bed, he threw her onto it. Nothing soft or sweet. That's not what she needed right now, and even though he had his moments it wasn't who he was. "Ginevra!"
The use of her given name seemed to clear her emotion driven state; her cloudy, glazed eyes peering up at him. She looked so broken and small. Her ginger hair seemed fall limply down her back, loosing it's sheen. "She's my best friend...if...Alecto does such horrid things within the school...then can you imagine what they'll do to her in Malfoy Manor? Where...that bastard is operating from." Ginny whimpered.
Theo bent his knee and lifted onto the bed. He hated that he couldn't do anything to help or comfort her in anyway. Closing his eyes for a moment and breathing in deeply he climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her. "Draco says that he'll go and talk to his Mother in a few days, once the hype dies down, and talk to her about watching after Luna." Ginny seemed to perk up at that.
"Narcissa will?"
"Aunt Cissa is changing, she doesn't believe in blood purity anymore...even...even Lucius seems to be coming around," Theo smiled softly when Ginny snorted. That's my girl.
"That'll be the day," Ginny laughed lightly. It wasn't as vibrant as usual, where she ended up with hair in her face, snorting in between laughs and clutching her sides, but it was good enough for now.
Theo's face took on a more tender expression when Ginny pulled him into her, and they fell gently sideways on the bed. Their breathing slow, in sync, and she closed her eyes, emotionally exhausted.
Soon she was fast asleep in his arms, and he realised just how much he missed this. Holding her, breathing in her minty smell, her slender arms thrown around him. She was a bit thinner than before, but it was probably because of how stress filled this past month had been. He detested the fact that he could feel her ribs protruding slightly under her white jumper. As if he could break her, his fingers ran through her hair with a feather light fingertips. I don't know what Voldemort wants from Luna, but I figure it can't be good. Soon he too was lulled to sleep by the soft slumbering sounds next to him; nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, and felt her arms tighten instinctively around him. The last thing he saw was the snow piling up on the windowsill. Nature oblivious to their pain and grief, carrying on with its' tasks.
...
"Red is really torn up inside," Blaise reported to Draco when the blonde opened the door to the cottage, turning around to shake the snow off the top of his head. Rubbing his hands together as he shut the door behind him.
"We're all pretty torn up inside," Draco murmured, bending down to unlace his boots, straightening up and kicking them off. Using his feet to guide them to sit neatly beside the door, next to the other three's shoes.
"What the hell could he possibly want Lovegood for?" Blaise thought aloud, putting the firewhisky bottle to his lips and tilting his head back, letting the amber liquid burn a trail down his throat.
"No clue," Draco frowned, moving over to the cabinet that they had placed a cooling charm on, to keep their perishables cold. Retching open the cabinet with a bit more force than necessary he pulled a Butterbeer out and popped the cap off. "I went to the Manor, sent Theo a Patronus as well-"
"We got it, it threw Red into a frenzy," Blaise said dryly, staring morosely at the almost empty bottle. A few drops remained in the bottom; this was his second bottle for the day.
"You're going to die if you don't lighten up how much of that you drink."
"Do you know how hard it is to drink yourself to death if you're one of us, Dray?"
"Never needed to the know the statistic, though I'm sure you do."
"An unfathomable amount of alcohol would have to be in your system."
"Right, as I was saying. Getting Mum alone right now is going to be difficult, I don't think she even knows that Luna is there," Draco clenched his jaw, heading over to the couch and sitting next to Blaise. They always seemed to end up right back here. Especially after things went to shit. Which was happening more and more frequently as of late.
"Do you know where they're holding her?" Blaise asked reticently, barely above a whisper as he stared with dull eyes at the coffee table.
"The cellars I think," Draco answered tightly. After he had failed to kill Dumbledore, the Dark Lord locked him down there for almost two weeks. It wasn't a pleasant place to say the least. He would never wish that darkness on anyone. Days ran into nights, minutes became hours, hours felt endless. You began to question who you were and if anything was real, or if it ever had been. Things started to form from the shadows, taunting horrible things praying on your fears. Luna was stronger than him, he knew that, but who knew how long she was going to be trapped in there.
If it weren't for Hermione it surely would have driven him mad, all he could do now, was hope that Luna had something similar to cling to. It wasn't the darkness that scared him, as much as what came with it.
"When are we going to stop losing people?"
"Stop talking about her like she's dead," Draco snarled, angrily chugging some of his Butterbeer.
"Until we get her back, that's how we need...that's how we need to start thinking about her or we won't be able to handle it if she actually does..." Blaise rasped, bloodshot eyes, his free hand thrust into his curls, holding on for dear life.
"The Dark Lord gave me a new task," Draco said, trying to change the topic; Blaise faced him, eyes curious and filled with trepidation.
"What kind of task?" Blaise asked fearfully.
"Let's just say, if I don't succeed then I'm dead."
Draco's task is going to be a real kicker.
I hope Ginny's anguish was conveyed properly, my heary broke a little bit for my normally firecracker ginger.
By now you probably noticed that Blaise may have a weeee bit of a drinking problem. An intervention will be put in place later.
Seriously thank you so, so much to everyone who reads this story xxx
Love you,
Indieblue xx