Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter (fighter)

A soulmate bond is triggered by a touch; a single brush of a hand against the skin or a grabbing of the wrist. Everyone knew that, the soulbond was treated above all else as a matter of life or death. It was taught to everyone. Every muggle born child, every half blood, every pure blood. It was a sacred bond between two souls. But that still doesn't explain how she got into this mess.

Luna shook her head out to center herself. She needed to get her head in the game. She was currently being held hostage at wand point by a death eater that she didn't recognize. She looked around, trying to see where the others were. Everyone was spread out, and it looked like the only one not captured was Azalea, who was in the very center of the atrium with Lucius Malfoy of all people. She could faintly hear him taunting her, laughing at her.

"Little Potter, were you really naive enough to think you could just waltz in here and gather your prophecy and just leave? Did you really think it would be that simple? That you really stood a chance against us? Just give us the prophecy and we'll let you leave..."

Nelda called out, "NO! Azalea don't do it!"

Meanwhile, panic was starting to really sink in for her. She was a fourth year, and they were fully grown fully trained death eaters. She began to struggle and almost got out of her captor's hold when he grabbed her by her hair and yanked her back into his firm warm chest. What she didn't notice at first was that his bare hand touched the back of her neck, but after a second, both of them felt a spark of wild magic pass between them.

Rabastan Lestrange was in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic, down in the department of Mysteries atrium. He had been ordered there by Lucius, the pompous arse. But he had to listen to his orders, as he was his Lord's second in command and his word was as good as law almost. He had captured one of Potter's little friends, the small blonde one that he didn't immediately recognise. She must have been a new recruit for her little army she had going.

He was ripped from his musings as the little witch almost got away. He reached out and grabbed her by her long wheat blonde hair, and yanked her back hard into his chest.

He murmured into her ear, "Little witch, you aren't going anywhere just quite yet."

He heard her whimper, but what he didn't know was that it was not from fear. Then, he felt the spark, the bond. Oh shit. He just soul bonded with Azalea Potter's little friend. Well fuck. Subconsciously he curled himself around her, as if to protect her from the environment, from his counterparts, from himself.

And then, all hell broke loose. The Order of the Phoenix had arrived at last.

He had to protect her. She was his, dammit. His soulmate. He drug her away from the fight behind a wall and pinned her against it, shielding the most of her with his lithe tall body.

She whimpered, this time, he knew, in a mixture of fear and confusion.

"Well hello there little witch. Or should I say, hello little soulmate. It's lovely to meet you."

"S-soulmate? What are you talking about?" her breath caught in her throat.

"Yes, soulmate. You are MINE."

Luna was in a full blown panic. She had finally met her soulmate, something she had always wanted and dreamed of since she was a little girl. And he was on the wrong side of the war. She looked up, straining, trying to see into his eyes. She didn't even know who he was. As she caught the sight of his death eater's mask and flinched away, hard.

He must have noticed as he moved to remove his intricately swirled silver mask, and the hood covering his now revealed to be, long jet black hair. She could now see his face clearly, and gazed into his seafoam green eyes. He was traditionally handsome, with his clean-shaven face that made him look much younger than he really was to be. She could see the darkness on his face, the hard look in his eyes.

"Wh-Who are you?"

She was trembling now, in complete fear. Who was he and what did he want with her?

He could feel her emotions rushing through the newly formed bond and moved to comfort her. She flinched away from his hand, as if he was about to strike her.

"It's okay little soulmate, I will not cause harm to you."

"H-how will I know you will not? How can I trust you? I don't even know who you are! How can I trust you when you're on the side that will kill my very best friend for who she is? For when we are all wizards and witches. We are not our blood. We are people, we are humans. How can you not look at me with the same disdain when you know I am friends with not just pure bloods? When your side would kill me for being a blood traitor? When your leader will have me tortured for not following his ways? I will not switch sides in this war. My sister in all but blood is the leader of my faction and I will not betray her trust!" She finished firmly.

She would not, could not back down now. It was her stance on life.

Hearing this he sighed and lowered his head to press his cheek on top of her hair, trying to think of a good response to her mini rant. She had some very good points. He just hoped she'd stay still long enough to not run away from him if he let her go for a second. He knew deep down that he would follow her, wherever she went. It seems she decided for him then.

"I go where you go. If you fight for Azalea, I fight for her too. I am yours, as much as you are mine too. You are the love that I crave, that I need."

"But I don't even know who you are!"

"Oh little witch, where are my manors? My name is Rabastan Lestrange, at your service."

She let out a gasp at the name. She knew exactly who she was dealing with now. Oh my god, Nelda was never going to forgive her, even if she knew deep down she couldn't change or deny this. No one could.

"But you're a death eater? A dark wizard! You're one of You Know Who's followers!"

In a soft voice, he said,

"But that's where you are wrong. You are my side. Screw Voldemort! You are my life now. I will follow you little witch, wherever you want to go, whether it be the light side or the dark side or even being neutral. I will do everything in my power to protect you no matter who I have to fight. Even if that means I will follow Dumbledore." he finished with a grimace at the mere thought.

"Like I would ever follow that fool. My leader is my sister Azalea Potter."

He lifted an eyebrow at that. Was she not a little lamb of the light side?

"Fine, I will join Azalea Potter's side. If that's what you want, I shall truly follow you."

She turned to look deeply into his eyes, searching to determine if he was not just placating her.

He saw what she needed, and gently tucked a long lock of her flaxen hair behind her ear, and noticed that she was now blushing from the gentle touches.

"My name is Luna Lovegood. I'm a fourth year ravenclaw." she stuck out her hand to shake his.

"My name, little Luna, is Rabastan. I graduated as a slytherin. It's nice to finally know who my soulmate is, love." she blushed even harder at this. He picked up her hand and held it in his, placing a gentle kiss into her inner wrist.

She gazed into his seafoam eyes, drinking in everything about him, from his long black hair that rolled in gendle waves that reached down to where his shoulder blades met, to his aristocratic cheekbones to his tall 6'2'' frame, compared to her shorter 5'3'' body. She could tell that he was still too thin for his height, that the damage done from Azkaban was still not undone.

She knew, from before Azkaban, that he had quite the powerful figure.

Rabanstan was also drinking her in, from her long light golden blond hair that had the kind of airy quality, drifting with invisible winds that reached down to her waist, to her clear blue eyes that saw as if she saw everything and yet nothing. To her soft features, her facial expression was that of someone who's in the mitts of a dream, not in this reality. He drank in her soft pink lips, almost the color of rose petals, to the swan-like curve of her neck and her dainty shoulders and petite frame, her willowy curve and long legs.

He took a step forward into her space and drew her into his body, as she wrapped her arms around his waist at last.

Rabastan tipped his head down, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to her lips.

Yeah, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter...