"Lu? Are you home?"
Luna smiled as she heard her father's voice. She had started to worry, he was late coming home from work. Lately she always worried when he was late, even though she would never admit it. With all the news of the Dark Lord and the war, she wanted to know where he was at all times. "Yes, daddy. I'm in the kitchen." She turned around to see him poke his head into the doorway before he entered the room.
"And how is my darling? Did you have a good day?" he asked as he kissed her forehead.
"It was fine. I spent a couple of hours in the garden. I put up some traps to capture Moon Sprites for when the full moon comes."
Mr. Lovegood smiled at the excitement in his daughter's voice. "You really loved last month's Quibbler, didn't you?" he said with a laugh.
"I always do! Daddy, you look a bit tired. Why don't you go inside for a bit? I'll bring you a cup of tea so you can relax and do some work before dinner."
" That sounds wonderful." Luna watched her father as he exited the room as she waved her wand to heat the water. Walking over to the cupboard, she started humming to herself while thinking of which tea to use. She decided on Earl Grey, being as it was daddy's favorite. Her humming got louder and louder, as it always did when she was particularly happy. She was glad in this moment, just being with her father and enjoying his company. She smiled as she took a cup from the drainboard. This one was her favorite, her mother had painted it. The outside was a dark blue color decorated with silver and gold stars while the inside was a solid gold color. The stars had even been bewitched to twinkle like the night sky. Her mother, always so creative and crafty. When she was done adding the tea leaves and pouring the hot water into the cup, she set them on a wooden tray and began to walk into the living room.
As soon as she entered, she froze. The tray crashed to the floor, shattering the teacup into pieces. Her wide eyes were focused on what was in front of her. Across the room, her father was crumpled on the floor, motionless. Standing next to him was a man she had never seen before. Although she had never lain eyes on him, she knew right away who it was.
He Who Must Not Be Named.
Her breathing got faster. Why was he here? What did he want with daddy?
She stood frozen until she heard him speak.
"Ah, Ms. Lovegood. Just the person I wanted to talk to. If you enjoy life, then I suggest you cooperate with me."
Luna said nothing.
"You will lead me to Potter."
She snapped out of her trance at once. Harry? He wanted her to betray her friend and lead him to his death? Did he take her for a fool? He wasn't going to get his way that easily.
"You had better kill me then. I would rather die than tell you where Harry is."
He laughed. It made her skin crawl.
"Fine. As you wish."
He said two words, and a green light filled the room, along with Luna's screaming.
Harry shot up in his bed. Sweat dripped from his face as he fumbled in the dark for his glasses. He sat still for a moment, listening to the rain pound against the window of the dormitory. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. His scar was burning.
What had just happened? Was that a nightmare? A premonition? He could not help but think of last year when he had seen Mr. Wealsey get attacked by a snake in his dream. What if Luna was really in danger? He went to jump from his bed when he stopped. It wasn't like that this time. They were at Hogwarts. Luna was in her dormitory, not at her house. He rested his head on his pillow.
He had been having bad dreams like this almost once a week, if not more. He always saw someone he loved die, all because of him. In every dream, Voldemort wanted to know where Harry was and killed whoever did not disclose this information. Naturally, he had witnessed everyone of the people he cared about die at the hands of Voldemort. Strangely though, he had dreamt of Luna the most. Not only in nightmares, but at other times too. Sometimes he just saw her eyes, or her hair, or her smile....
He shook himself from his thoughts and rolled over. Surely he did not have the hots for Luna Lovegood. Rubbish.
Listening to the sounds of the rain and Ron snoring, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.
