CHAPTER 30 The New Prisoner
"Don't worry. We planned on not killing anybody"
Luna had made it safely to the Lovegood Manor. Secretly sweet and thoughtful Draco Malfoy made sure she would go home safely and cleared all the possible traps before apparating back to the chaotic reception.
Seeing Draco made her day worth smiling upon. He was always such a sight to behold. She cannot deny the fact that she indeed, missed him so. If only they had more time. But Luna knows never to argue with such consistent being.
No one has the luxury to buy time from life. Even if you begged for it. Life moves in it's own pace, waiting, anticipating for your turn in every curve and high jumps of it's long race.
As the chilly wind of August 1st blew by, she closed her eyes and let the innocent air pass her goose pimpled skin, feeling one with the tangible waves. Getting lost in life's overwhelming pages. She inhaled deeply, enjoying each second of peace that she knew she would eventually miss. Somehow, death lingered through the air, stealthily watching all of them through the ashes and oxygen. The war would start soon, she could feel it. And so she breathed as if it was the very first bagful of air she had. She could tell she would need that reservoir soon.
Everything was happening rather quickly and somehow, Luna can't help but to let go and let life take her. She believes in fate and she believes in journeys. No one could be lost forever.
She sighed, realizing her arms weren't stimulating enough for her to avoid the chills. It was bad enough lately, she seemed to spend her time in the loos, peeing for all that is worth, and she commonly only feels her bladder whenever she's out in the cold or drank too much water.
Mentally, she blamed the tension their world was surrounded with. The thumps of her heart beat was faster than usual and it's happening quite a lot. Ever since the late headmaster's death, her body underwent dramatic changes. Although the experiences she was having now weren't much as bad as her usual vomit session. She watched herself after that and she positively thought that she was getting better.
Oh bladder, you like surprising me don't you?
She glanced around the peaceful scenery of her house for a brief moment, painting the peace in her head, and ran rather suddenly to race up to the comfort room of her peculiar room in her peculiar manor. Luckily, their house wasn't as big as a normal manor would be. In truth, no matter how bizzare it looks outside and inwardly, it was just in a size of an average rook- not to big, not too small. But Luna likes their odd house just like that.
"Daddy?" She called out, hearing the familiar deep strokes of quilt upon poor parchments.
"Luna dear? Oh I am glad you are fine! For a moment I thought that masked man was lying to me. Who was that anywho? And where might you be my darling?"
"In my room Daddy"
After she had relieved herself from the bladder break, she settled herself upon her bed. Feeling quite tensed, she sighed and began rotating her feet, doing some attempt to relax her aching muscles
"Luna dear?" Xeno peeked through her opened door, his smile ever so shining upon his joyous face. Upon seeing him, her heart drenched itself to a plunge full of sunshine rays and rainbow. She half jumped and half skipped, joy was obvious upon her former stressed out expression.
The man, who's aging with grace, opens his arms wide and hurried up to meet his daughter.
"How are they Daddy? Was anyone hurt? Why are you so happy Daddy?" There are certain moments people are so caught off guard, they seem to ask quite obvious questions with just seeing the receiver's face. However, all could agree that feeding the nerve it's climax ender makes the thoughts more clearer and feelings more eased.
"They're alright. Been a shock really, but the wedded couple wouldn't let those evil death eaters ruin their special day. As for us my dear, oh the heavens must've smiled upon us, the Quibbler increased ratings and got some positive reviews"
"Fools!" the dark lord's outrage echoed through the meeting hall, his fist pulsating upon the mahogany table. Draco raised his eyes alarmingly to the speaker, quite thrown with the usually placid dark being's stress
"Forgive me my lord for asking rather bluntly, but what might cause your distress?" Draco asks, his tone curious and skilled with hiding panicking thoughts. He hoped he didn't do anything to disappoint him again or worse, have his fear exposed.
"Those blood traitors" the dark lord hissed, the venom surrounding the cloudy orbs of his eyes was apparent and extremely vicious.
The dark lord sulked. Two bony hands still and penetrating against the fingers' palms. Draco waited, ignoring the cold, fat droplet of sweat that fell from the side of his face. He knew, with the coiling blood inside his system, that he was doomed.
Slowly, one nightmarish smirk was lifted to the dead man sitting in charge of the long table filled with haters of muggle blood. A plan inside his plotting brain.
"Tell me Lucius, is your cellar warm enough to provide Mr Ollivander an acquaintance? The poor man might be lonely in there" Suddenly, he knew what the dark lord had been scheming. Whoever that blood traitor is, he felt the utmost worry for them. For certain they would undergo what the old wand maker has been going through. Perhaps, if that said new 'visitor' would be given mercy and is less in debt compared to Mr. Ollivander, they could have the dark lord's pity and be killed as painless and quick as possible.
"It is made to fit one hundred people, my lord" his father answered.
He furrowed his eyebrows a little bit, trying to stomach the fact that his childhood playroom, the place where he was always the hero, became the place where no light could pass through. "Which family would it be, my lord?" he asks casually, although his insides were spasming with dread. He knew almost all the purebloods around, especially those few who outspokenly detest the message the dark lord tries to spread. There are the Weasleys, the Lov-
No.
That- That can't happen.
"You might know her young Malfoy, a student from Hogwarts-" the dark lord said plainly- as if they were just talking about the breezy weather outside the manor. Draco refused the urge to wetten his lips, he has to show no sign of worry as to whoever that person might be. He couldn't show any weakness, or else he would throw the two of them in a deeper trap."-she might've been a brilliant witch if only her father remained pure to his blood" the dark lord added and gazed his fierce eyes towards Draco, as if slithering inside his secrets, seeking for the moment he would tick. Immediately, a rush of uneasiness came circling at the pit of his stomach. He was getting more anxious in each passing second. He wishes that he could be wrong, that his thoughts wouldn't come true. In fact, he was only worried, that's all. It wouldn't be Luna. Why would it be her?
"Who would it be, my lord?" He finally grew some guts to ask about it. His face was placid and blank, but the hands under the table tell a different story. He was shaking with dread.
The dark lord looked intensely at him for a dreadful few seconds. Then, his hands crept inside his robes, his mouth whispering an enchantment to enlarge the innocent object.
All the death eaters' eyes were drawn to the odd magazine upon the table. Beneath the dark oak, colorful swirls and peculiar looking creatures looked back at him, as if begging for help.
His heart sank inside his chest. He couldn't reply, he couldn't breathe properly. He just stared at the Quibbler that the dark lord had smacked right to his face.
"Luna Lovegood"
Dun dun duuuun, it is meant to happen isn't it?
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