*Lady Rowling is, as always, the owner of this beautiful work*
The young woman was flung into the stone cell. She stumbled to her feet only to see a body lying face down on the damp and musty stone floor. She peered at him for a few minutes and noticed that he was, thankfully, breathing. She knelt beside him and inspected his wounds. He began to groan. She helped him to sit against the wall. He looked up at her curiously. "Hello Mr. Ollivander." She said nonchalantly. "Miss Lovegood." He replied.
Suddenly the door was flung open. "You need to help this man. He has nargles. And they may be making him sick." A tall blonde man stalked over to the young woman, pushing her roughly to the wall. "Enough of that! Where is Harry Potter!" He demanded. "Oh, he is going to find the rackspurt. Everyone knows that you need get rid of the rackspurt to clear your mind before battle." Lucius stopped and stared at her confusedly before going back to the stairs. "Draco! Come here!" he shouted. The young man was soon visible at the top of the stairs. "Yes, father?" He said. He slowly looked around. Draco burst out laughing. "You..You.." he was gasping between peals of laughter. "You captured Looney Lovegood? What were you thinking? She is going to be absolutely no help to you!" Draco's laughter rang out as he stumbled back into the hall. Lucius glared after him, a sneer marring his exhausted but aristocratic features. He was beginning to hate this whole stupid war.