Lonely Girl, chapter 7
Luna woke up in a bed somewhere, with someone holding her hand. It
all came flooding back, and she bolted up in bed.
"Hey, hey. Luna lie down, okay? I'll explain what happened, but try
to calm down, okay?" To Luna's utter surprise, the speaker, and the holder
of her hand, was none other than Remus Lupin.
"What-what happened? Why am I here, and why was I asleep? You didn't
drug me did you? I'll kill you, bastard, try any of that!"
"Relax! Madame Pomfrey gave you a sleeping potion! And that was a
reference to something, wasn't it?"
"Maybe. Where is she anyway? I could get her for this! I need a
phone to call my lawyer!"
"Are all New Yorkers like you?'
"Only the lucky ones." He smiled at her. " And I was kidding about
the lawyer part."
"Ah, but what about the Les Miserables quote?" It was her turn to
beam at him.
"Good! Someone here who has at least heard of it! I was a big Les
Mis fan. I saw it when it premiered on Broadway."
"I saw it when it opened on the West End."
"No! You win! You know, why did I get the sleeping potion, anyway?"
"When I brought you here, I couldn't get you to calm down, and
neither could Madame Pomfrey." Luna looked down, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. Remus brushed the hair out of her face
and lifted her chin, stroking her cheek.
"Don't be." He said simply.
"How about if I explain to you what's going on? It's time someone
told you."
"I'm a little scared to find out now."
"Don't worry. I'm here." He took her hand again and cleared his
throat.
"Alright, the person that killed your father is known to our people
as Lord Voldemort. Actually, most people get highly angry when you mention
his name, so they call him You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or
even the Dark Lord. No matter what you call him, he's the darkest wizard
of our times, and he's killed some of the most powerful witches and wizards
all over the world."
"Okay, I've heard of him before. So what does he have to do with my
dad?"
"Well, nobody really knows what Unspeakables are, but I'm guessing
that your father was a spy, and when Voldemort found out, it was over."
Luna looked down, ashamed to let Remus see the tears in her eyes. He
looked away, but when she didn't stop, he held her and gave her his
handkerchief.
"You've never done this before, have you?" he said, rubbing her back.
"Not even at the funeral. My brother and I had to be strong for
Mom." He put his chin on her head and rocked her back and forth.
"I imagine you'll want to talk more about this with Professor
Dumbledore later, but why don't you go back to sleep."
"Will you stay?" she asked him.
He nodded and kept holding her until she finally fell asleep, and
then he resumed his vigilant position holding her hand by her bed.
Luna woke up in a bed somewhere, with someone holding her hand. It
all came flooding back, and she bolted up in bed.
"Hey, hey. Luna lie down, okay? I'll explain what happened, but try
to calm down, okay?" To Luna's utter surprise, the speaker, and the holder
of her hand, was none other than Remus Lupin.
"What-what happened? Why am I here, and why was I asleep? You didn't
drug me did you? I'll kill you, bastard, try any of that!"
"Relax! Madame Pomfrey gave you a sleeping potion! And that was a
reference to something, wasn't it?"
"Maybe. Where is she anyway? I could get her for this! I need a
phone to call my lawyer!"
"Are all New Yorkers like you?'
"Only the lucky ones." He smiled at her. " And I was kidding about
the lawyer part."
"Ah, but what about the Les Miserables quote?" It was her turn to
beam at him.
"Good! Someone here who has at least heard of it! I was a big Les
Mis fan. I saw it when it premiered on Broadway."
"I saw it when it opened on the West End."
"No! You win! You know, why did I get the sleeping potion, anyway?"
"When I brought you here, I couldn't get you to calm down, and
neither could Madame Pomfrey." Luna looked down, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. Remus brushed the hair out of her face
and lifted her chin, stroking her cheek.
"Don't be." He said simply.
"How about if I explain to you what's going on? It's time someone
told you."
"I'm a little scared to find out now."
"Don't worry. I'm here." He took her hand again and cleared his
throat.
"Alright, the person that killed your father is known to our people
as Lord Voldemort. Actually, most people get highly angry when you mention
his name, so they call him You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or
even the Dark Lord. No matter what you call him, he's the darkest wizard
of our times, and he's killed some of the most powerful witches and wizards
all over the world."
"Okay, I've heard of him before. So what does he have to do with my
dad?"
"Well, nobody really knows what Unspeakables are, but I'm guessing
that your father was a spy, and when Voldemort found out, it was over."
Luna looked down, ashamed to let Remus see the tears in her eyes. He
looked away, but when she didn't stop, he held her and gave her his
handkerchief.
"You've never done this before, have you?" he said, rubbing her back.
"Not even at the funeral. My brother and I had to be strong for
Mom." He put his chin on her head and rocked her back and forth.
"I imagine you'll want to talk more about this with Professor
Dumbledore later, but why don't you go back to sleep."
"Will you stay?" she asked him.
He nodded and kept holding her until she finally fell asleep, and
then he resumed his vigilant position holding her hand by her bed.