Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters, and never will.
Ponders for a moment Unless... Nope... that wouldn't work either.
Back to the drawing board...

A/N: I'm back again, the rating will most likely go up in later chapters, I'm just warning you now. Also, I'm switching to Luna's perspective now, I think it would be better written that way. I'll let you all know if it switches to someone/thing else. Read on!

Something is hurting my face. I want to move and turn over, but my arms feel like lead. I take a deep breath and open my eyes slowly, just a little at a time. I'm so tired. I find I'm lying on my stomach, my arms at my sides and my left cheek is to the ground and the grass is terribly itchy to my skin. I'm so stiff, it feels as though I haven't moved for days, but I bend my right arm a little and manage to push myself onto my back. The stars are winking at me from above, blind to my plight.

For a long while I just lay there, feeling the cold night air on my bruised and scratched skin. I savour it, the coolness soothing to the heated welts on my body. Soon my masters will find me. They always do,
no matter how many times I try to run. I so want to believe that I made it back to the original circle, and that I'm finally home and safe.

I stop thinking about that, just wanting to enjoy the last minutes of freedom I have before the dogs sniff me out and bring me back to the prison that is my home in the realm of the faeries.

I hear leaves rustling and sigh, knowing that the sound means the dogs have located me once again. I lay with my eyes closed, waiting to be dragged roughly from the ground and beaten for my disobedience. A cold wet nose hovers over my feet, moves over my legs and up to my face. A low rumbling gruntlike bark issued from the dogs' throat and I screwed up my eyes at the hot smelly breath directed at me. Then to my surprise, a slobbery wet tongue laps over my whole face! None of the faeries have a dog that big.

"Fang! Where've yeh run of to now, yeh big lug?"

The dog looks up and over his shoulder. He glances down at me quickly before turning and bounding off into the darkness. Who was that?

"What're yeh doin' boy? Stop draggin' me off. What is i- Merlin's beard!"

I sense something crouching down beside me. Something big. I start to tremble but I keep my eyes tightly shut. The dog is on the other side of me, I can feel him jumping around as he's barking madly.

"Luna Lovegood?!"

A/N: I'm back, I'm still on with this story, I haven't got any feedback yet, I'm hoping there's at least someone out there reading this. Ah well, I'm going to keep updating as soon as I can. I haven't got this written out anywhere else so, I don't know what might happen yet.
Another chapter will be up soon though. Take care.