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The moment Luna stepped through her front door Rolf's hand was around her throat, crushing her windpipe. Panic seeped through Luna's veins although she didn't struggle – struggling would only make Rolf grip tighter as she'd learned from past experience.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Rolf growled, pressing his mouth to her ear.

Luna flinched as his rotten breath steamed up her ear and as she did, Rolf's hand twitched too. The foul, alcohol-soaked odour pulsing off his body caused Luna to gag and choke even more, making any kind of response impossible. His hands were gripped so tightly around her very breakable neck that she was on the very of passing out when Rolf realized his mistake. To fix the problem he threw her away from him and against the corner of the table with as much force as he could muster. As she hit the table, Luna's wand arm became dislocated from her shoulder, making her unable to defend herself at all from Rolf anymore. She wasn't powerful enough for wandless magic.

"I asked you a question, you murdering bitch! Where the fuck have you been?" Rolf shouted, kicking her in the stomach.

"I visited Hermione last night! I fell asleep at her house!" Luna cried desperately, clutching her shoulder.

"LIES!" Rolf screeched, stomping hard on one of her legs.

Luna shrieked as she felt her bone snap. Blood bubbled up to the surface from where Rolf's boots had ripped away her skin as he'd dragged his foot off her leg, making the pain double when he kicked that same spot again. Tears streaked down Luna's face as she begged for him to stop but he wouldn't listen.

"You were with him, weren't you?" Rolf demanded to know, dragging his boot across her face so dirt and other disgusting things mixed in with her tears,

"You aren't the only one allowed to have affairs!" Luna screamed as half her face was ripped open.

With a wordless cry, Rolf picked Luna up by her hair and threw her back on the floor. Landing on her dislocated shoulder, Luna screamed at the top of her lungs but no one would hear – the nearest neighbours were at least three miles away. Spitting in her eyes, Rolf straddled Luna's throbbing body and began to punch and scratch every inch of her that he could reach. Luna made a few feeble attempt to fight back but her body wailed in protest and moving only opened up more space to be hurt. She was underfed and weak from her months of mourning and self-loathing which only made her easier to bruise, break and bleed for Rolf.

At one point, Luna became delusional, imagining George kneeling by her head and crying while she cried. He could feel every punch that she could and he kept promising her over and over again to take her away from the monster to a place where no one would ever hurt her again.

But having George there only made things worse because with each blow she felt farther away from him and closer to death. When George vanished altogether Luna had nothing. All she could do was cry and pray for the end.

…

When Luna woke up she was in a clinically white, sterile room, lying down and facing the ceiling. In her peripheral vision she could see about 3 other beds in the room and she had the feeling there might be more. Her body ached all over and her head throbbed wildly.

"Luna?" A familiar voice asked in relief from by her side.

Luna turned her head to see Ginny sitting in a stiff metal chair by her bed. From the looks of it Ginny had been up half the night and sitting in the chair. Luna wondered why and then she remembered Rolf beating her and falling unconscious. Had Ginny rescued her?

"Ginny," Luna croaked, trying to speak but it was tough. Her throat was so dry.

"Here," Ginny passed her a glass of water. "The healers told me you'd need it when you came to."

"Where's George?" Luna asked suddenly. Her voice sounded slightly better because of the water but she was panicking. What if Rolf had gone after him too?

"He doesn't know yet. I actually wasn't going to tell him at all," Ginny said casually. "Why?"

Luna blushed and looked away but Ginny understood why and gasped before letting out a very girlish and un-Ginny-like squeal. The fact that George was supposedly engaged and Luna was married seemed to have been forgotten by her as her entire face lit up.

"When?" was the only word Luna could make out.

"Last night. Or at least I think it was last it was." Luna scratched her head. "What day is it?"

"Friday." Ginny answered hastily.

"Then the night before last. I didn't go home until yesterday morning which is why Rolf – oh my goodness! I need to go to him!" Luna yelped.

She tried to sit up but Ginny lightly pressed her hands on Luna's shoulders but still keeping her pinned down as a stern expression crossed her face.

"You aren't going anywhere near Rolf." Ginny fumed.

"Not Rolf, George. I said I'd go back to see him yesterday!" Luna explained, upset and worried she might have broken George's heart.

"You're not in any state to go to him!" Ginny told her forcefully, pushing down slightly harder as Luna struggled.

"But I have to go to him! I have to explain!" Luna insisted.

"No Luna, you can't. Look, I'll go get him if you promise to stay here and take it easy." Ginny compromised.

Luna calmed down for a moment and thought through Ginny's offer.

"Okay," Luna nodded "But will you please go now? I really want to see him."

"Will you be okay while I'm gone?" Ginny asked, nodding.

"Yes, I'll be fine. Please hurry." Luna assured her friend, remaining quite still.

"I'll be back soon with George," Ginny promised before walking out of Luna's sight.

Less than a minute after Ginny had left two healers walked into her sight although Luna had heard them entering the room long before she could see them, making her think that the room was a lot bigger than she'd originally thought.

"Hello Mrs Scamander. I'm Healer Benson and this is Trainee Healer Hope." A man who couldn't be more than 5 years older than Luna with a smooth pale face, short black hair and hazel eyes that made him look a lot older and wiser than he probably was introduced himself as he moved into Luna's line of vision. Behind him was the healer who'd taken Luna to see Percy when he'd hurt himself at George's. She remembered him although it took her a moment to remember from.

"Hello," Luna said quietly, trying to focus on them. It was a hard task as she was pretty sure that Healer Benson had a wrackspurt zooming around his head and she was worrying about George.

"Mrs Scamander, we have to ask you what happened," Healer Benson told her, carefully choosing his words (or so it seemed).

"What happened when and to what?" Luna asked, slightly confused as to what they were referring to.

"What happened yesterday morning to you." Healer Benson elaborated.

"Nothing." Luna frowned. She didn't feel comfortable telling them what happened. She was too scared of Rolf to tell them because if she told, he'd surely kill her.

"Mrs Scamander, I must insist that you tell me." The healer told her firmly.

"I can't tell you!" Luna repeated, raising her voice a bit. Why wouldn't they just accept this?

"Why won't you tell us Mrs Scamander?" Healer Hope asked gently.

"He'll hurt me," Luna told them, keeping her voice low and looking around for any sign of her husband. Surely they wouldn't let him in here?

"He who? Mr Scamander?" Benson asked quickly.

"No," Luna lied.

"Then who?" Benson was growing unprofessionally impatient with her which only wasn't helping Luna in the slightest.

"I can't tell you! He'll kill me!" Luna stressed.

"We can help you if you tell us what's happened to you." Hope reminded her calmly.

"I can't risk it. Besides, Healer Benson wouldn't be much help as there's a wrackspurt zooming in and out of his ears." Luna tried to remain calm. The last thing she needed was a wrackspurt thrown into the mix.

"A what?" Benson made an odd face that Luna decided was disbelief.

"A wrackspurt. They fly inside your head and make your brain go all fuzzy. Can't you feel it flying about the room? It keeps going for you Healer Benson." Luna explained.

"No Mrs Scamander, I cannot," Benson replied stiffly. "If you'll excuse Healer Hope and I for a moment please."

With that, Benson grabbed his trainee by the collar and practically dragged the poor boy from the room. It dawned on Luna that it was the first time she'd spoken about wrackspurt since her father's funeral. She hadn't spoken about any of the topics and creatures that could be regularly found in The Quibbler to Rolf and she'd never really had the time to talk to George about such things because she was concentrating on getting him better before she went back to school. Sitting up very slowly, Luna smiled to herself and looked around the room. Including hers there were eight beds but Luna was the only one in the room. The two healers must have left which Luna thought was a bit odd.

She wasn't sure why she did it, wasn't sure why she slipped out of bed and silently padded across the room to listen at the door, which was open the tiniest bit but in such a way that neither of the healers would notice her there unless they looked down. Maybe it was the wrackspurt that made her do it although it was unlikely.

"Mrs Scamander is not crazy! She's a scared woman with a traumatic past!" Hope yelled in frustration.

"Calm yourself Hope!" Benson snapped. "I have read her file and we've all had traumatic pasts. All I was suggesting is we ask Mrs Scamander to stay upstairs for a while in case she is-"

"Crazy. Upstairs is where we keep the crazy and insane people Benson and she's not going anywhere near that." Hope finished his sentence for him angrily.

On the other side of the door, Luna slowly moved away back to her bed. She contemplated being moved "upstairs" and found that she didn't like the idea. She wasn't crazy – just different – and she shouldn't be regarded as mentally ill for believing in something different. On the plus side though, it would keep her away from Rolf for that much longer, especially as in his present state the hospital staff wouldn't let him anywhere near her.

While thinking it over Luna realized she was in George's old t-shirt instead of a hospital gown or her own clothes. She found it a little odd but it was comforting, like he was hugging her almost. Luna really wanted a hug from George- she missed him already.

Luna wasn't quite sure how long she waited for Ginny to go get George but it couldn't have been very long as it only felt like a few minutes later that George was running into the ward, looking like a panicked mess. Luna didn't notice him at first. She'd heard his footsteps of course but she'd been too engrossed in watching a bruise fade away on her arm to look up until he was standing at the end of her bed, panting.

"Hello George." Luna smiled weakly at him before looking back to the bruise on her arm which was all but gone now.

"What happened?" George asked, shocked.

"Nothing serious," Luna lied, unable to meet his eyes.

"It was him, wasn't it?" George asked, perching next to her on the bed and kissing her hair softly, as if he were scared he'd hurt her more.

Luna was torn between answering truthfully and lying to George. He'd get mad either way and she didn't want to deal with it right now. She just wanted to go home. Luna hadn't even asked to be brought there in the first place! In order to avoid answering George, Luna just bit her lip and stared at her hands.

"Look at me, Luna…" George said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Slowly, Luna turned her head to show him the cuts and bruises clearing up on her face.

"Oh shit." George gaped, seeing her face.

Ashamed, Luna turned her head to hide her face behind her hair again. It wasn't her appearance she was ashamed of; it was the fact that she'd allowed Rolf to hurt her like this. She was not that weak and everyone knew it so why did she suddenly lose her strength whenever she was around Rolf?

"Luna, I'm so sorry," George apologized in the same soft voice he'd used before.

"It's not your fault." Luna whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Kinda is though." George admitted.

"No, it's not." Luna shook sher head.

Hugging her knees she thought back. She'd stupidly made the first move. It was her fault for chasing George and her fault for everything that followed. Sure he'd not made much of an effort to stop her but it was Luna's own fault and Rolf gave her what she deserved.

"Where is he now?" George sighed, almost as if it were a chore he had to do.

"I don't know. I don't remember what happened between him b- beating me and ending up here." Luna mumbled.

Gently, George stroked her tangled hair, wincing slightly.

"He's living in my house." Luna realized in quiet horror.

Where she going to stay? She couldn't go back there! And she wasn't going to go with George. Why was he even here? Ever since he'd arrived – since they slept together – he was acting like she was an obligation, like he had to look after her because of their evening of intimacy. Luna hated that. She was not a chore.

"Luna… you have to get away from him." George stated the obvious.

"I know." Luna nodded, trying not to cry.

George didn't really want her. He'd just wanted to sleep with her! How had she been so stupid? Between him and Rolf she truly was screwed.

"I can try and help you get out." George sighed again.

"Just because we slept together doesn't mean that suddenly you need to feel responsible for me. I can handle myself." Luna responded harshly, unable to stop herself from voicing her thoughts.

"I just- I meant-" George frowned. "Okay... I just don't want him hurting you again." He shook his head.

Luna didn't want to hear it though. Angrily, she got out of the bed and padded over to the small square window several steps from her bed at the end of the ward. She could feel George watching her as se watched the muggles shop down below but she didn't' turn to face him. She was angry and she didn't like it. Whether he loved her or not, she didn't want George to see it either. She tried calming herself but a sudden venomous memory popped into her head. Was it even a memory if it was about twenty minutes old?

"The healers think I'm mad," Luna confided to George, still staring out of the window.

"Why?" George asked, still sat on the far side of the bed.

"I didn't tell them what happened to me and I begged Ginny not to either. They think I did this to myself," Luna explained. "I heard them discussing putting me upstairs."

"Couldn't you at least include a little truth?" George asked.

"If I do go up there I hope I get put in the ward with Mr and Mrs Longbottom." Luna went on, ignoring him.

"That's the long term ward Luna," George reminded her.

"True but they're so nice," She'd met the Longbottoms a couple of times before. When she visited Neville and his grandmother in the holidays before her 5th and 6th (his 6th and 7th) years at Hogwarts they went had gone to visit them. Luna enjoyed their company so much that sometimes she'd visit them on her own.

"You can visit them though." George sounded closer than before, which startled Luna as she hadn't heard him move. The memory of tea with Mr and Mrs Longbottom had distracted her.

"There aren't very many nice people left in the world, are there?" Luna asked absent-mindedly.

"Maybe. You are. You just have to find the others." George told her seriously.

"You're a nice person," Luna said thoughtfully after a moment's thinking.

"Really?" George asked disbelievingly.

"I think so." Luna nodded. He was a nice person most of the time. It was just awkward between them right now.

"You're more than nice, especially for saying that," George complimented her. "But where I come from, I'm fairly sure I'm a depressed, clingy, wedding crashing git."

Unable to help herself, Luna laughed. What he'd said and done wasn't remotely funny but it seemed like it. The mad things this man did for love…

"Luna?" George asked uncertainly.

"Yes?" She asked, smiling even though she wasn't looking at him.

"Did I just make you laugh?"

Luna nodded, still smiling and turned to face him.

"Woah," he gave her a small, impressed smile. "I'd forgotten what that felt like."

Fred. He hadn't made anyone laugh since Fred.

Unsure about how to respond to him, Luna stepped forward and wrapped her arms around George. No matter what was happening between them, there was still a part of her that would always look out for him because she loved him, even if he didn't return her love in the same way.

"What happens now?" Luna asked quietly, as his arms tightened around her.

"I hate this part." George told her after a moment's thought.

"Why?" Luna looked up at him, feeling slightly fearful of what he was going to say next.

"Because I have to think, have to let go." George looked into her eyes and Luna felt sick as he said the next words. "Luna, I don't think I can see you anymore."

Panicking slightly, Luna backed away from George, out of his arms. She wasn't hearing this. She couldn't be. She knew it was coming. She knew he'd tell her he was using her but it shouldn't end like this. It couldn't end like this.

"What would happen to you if he found out?" George asked her hopelessly.

"I don't care." Luna's voice was so quiet, weak with what he'd just said to her.

"I do. The only way you can see me without a chance of getting hurt is in public, or in the shop and even then, it's too risky." George frowned.

"Then I'll leave him. Properly." Luna decided. She wasn't going to be with someone who hurt her anyway.

"You really will?" George asked hopefully.

Luna nodded, smiling.

George graced her with a massive grin pulled her into his arms for a big kiss. He held her a little too tightly and Luna winced as he pressed on her remaining bruises. At the small sound George let go and took in her appearance again.

"Where does it hurt?" He asked quietly.

"Everywhere," Luna admitted, swaying on the spot slightly without George to hold her up. She'd been standing for too long – she could feel the blood rushing from her head.

Biting his lip, George carefully scooped Luna up and placed her back on the bed where she let herself lay limp and closed her eyes.

"They let you wear my shirt." George noticed.

"They did." Luna replied with a small smile, keeping her eyes closed. She was so tired…

"Am I interrupting something?" a timid voice asked from out of sight.

George and Luna turned to see Healer Hope looking at the two nervously.

"No," Luna sighed.

"Ms Lovegoo- Scamander, Healer Benson has requested that we put you upstairs for mental observation." He revealed, glancing back and forth between Luna and George.

She looked closely at Hope and saw that he seemed to be slightly jealous and scared of George. When Hope caught her eye, he blushed a little and looked away. George didn't seem to notice this though but Luna definitely did and she had an idea about what it meant.

"Luna's not crazy." George snarled defensively.

"I know, I know. If you take Ms Love- Scamander out of the hospital now then they won't pursue her." Hope quickly explained.

"But doesn't she still need Healer assistance?" George asked.

Luna frowned slightly. What was he thinking?

"No, she's all good to go." Hope shook his head.

"Then we're leaving. Luna, where's your stuff?" George asked, dismissing Healer Hope with a look.

Luna blinked and watched the healer leave hastily before kicking her brain back into gear.

"I don't have anything." She told him bluntly.

"Even better," George nodded, seemingly talking to himself. "Do you need me to carry you to the apparition point?"

Luna thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"I might need your support but I can manage." She decided, sitting up again.

"What about your wand?" George asked suddenly.

Luna looked around frantically for a moment and found her longest friend laying on the small table beside her bed.

"Here," she sighed in relief, sticking it behind her ear.

Nodding, George, took hold of Luna and helped her off the bed. She wobbled slightly, clutching on George's arm before becoming stable. The way there were moving, leaving in a state of panic, it was like during the war all over again but that was over. If Luna could find her voice she'd tell George to calm down but she didn't dare. She knew better than to speak up to a man now.

As Luna hobbled down the empty corridor, trying not to cry out in pain, she tried to distract herself by thinking about George and his motives. At first he was so reluctant to help her when she obviously needed it – they were in a hospital for crying out loud – but after she said she'd leave Rolf, he was willing to steal her away from here as if her life depended on it without even asking her if that's what she wanted. She was dying to know what he was thinking, dying to know why he was acting this way.

They were almost there when Luna's foot caught against something, causing her to hurtle towards the floor. George's arms shot out and caught her from behind before she could hit the floor though, scooping her up into his arms to carry her.

"I won't let you fall ever again," he vowed quietly.

Feeling safer had she had ever done, Luna snuggled against George's chest and willed herself to be as light as possible. She kept her eyes shut tight, not wanting to see the judgemental looks of the people they passed.

"We're almost there. Just need to apparate." George told her,

Luna nodded, keeping her eyes shut and not daring to speak. She felt like she might throw up. She desperately needed to sit down again as al the motion made her dizzy even though she'd taken precautions against that.

"Are you okay?" George asked, standing still.

Luna shook her head in response. She felt George turn on the spot and then the sort of suffocating feeling that came along with apparition. There was a sharp, ripping pain in her upper leg but Luna didn't have the air to cry out. When she opened her eyes they were in George's living room again. Looking down at her leg she saw a small river of blood trickling down it. She blinked before making the connection with the morning after her wedding. If she has anything to throw up, it would be everywhere by now but she didn't. Instead she did something she couldn't help doing: she screamed, horrified at herself for killing another child.

"Luna! Luna stop it! You just splinched!" George yelled over her wails but she was deaf to it, just like he's been deaf to her during his fits all those years ago.

George dropped to his knees, cradling Luna in his lap protectively and holding onto her thrashing body as tightly as possible without really hurting her while whispering comforting words in her ear, trying to talk her down like she'd done for him once upon a time. When the screams subsided, when Luna had run out of steam and could only whimper and sob, George stayed where he was, talking in a gentle voice, calming her until she fell asleep in his arms.