A/N: A special thanks to The Fishie, Professional scatterbrain, and Mrs Pierre Bouvier for reviewing!
Good vs. Evil
A female of naught but sixteen years old was magically bound to a chair and kept locked inside a cell. It housed nothing but the darkness that seeped in through the metal bars that withheld her.
The only visitor she had and looked forward to seeing, ironically, was her captor.
Whenever he came to visit, he would always give her the same offer. He would lean down to be level with the shell of her ear and whisper pleadingly into it. "I can get you out of here if you give them just one tiny hint of the Order's whereabouts." Sometimes, not so gentle when he was being kept an eye on.
She would never accept or budge with her declination.
One day, when the war had reached another one of its climactic peaks, Voldemort himself had seen to it that he'd give his opposers a bit of a tactical scare that threatened the lives of his many prisoners.
The girl's last few moments were spent with her all-too-familiar companion.
"Don't make me do this, Lovegood…" Her captor shakily walked up to where she was and pointed his wand, with a trembling hand, directly at her heart. Her eyes never left his.
With a whisper, he said the one curse he had been avoiding to use the whole war. "Avada Kedavra." He hung his head in remorse for what he had just done.
Her body fell limp and lifeless.
"I'm so sorry, Luna." And he left the cell with a heavy tug on his heart.