Luna
"Hello?" I called softly, surprised at how weak my voice sounded as it echoed back towards me...
"Yes?" and old voice said to my left, I stifled a yelp, "Who's there?"
"Are you a death eater? Or... Merlin forbid... a pink-nosed tilted toed dexterium?"
"Luna, is that you?"
"Great uncle Charles?"
"Oh, Luna so sad that you were captured, I hope you are well?"
"Yes there are no nargles here..." I said to my great uncle Charles Ollivander.
"Dratted humans, deceiving morons..." I heard to my right.
"Oh, do be quiet Griphook!" my uncle said.
"Um, Uncle? Where are we?" I asked, slightly afraid of the answer.
"Well Luna we are in the basement of Malfoy Manor."
Neville help me!
Neville
Christmas Eve. I sat at the dinner table with one of my arms propping up my head. I had been slightly depressed since Luna had been dragged off the train against her will. I made stripes in my mashed potatoes with my fork and tried to seem as though I was happy. I hadn't told Grandma about what happened yet. She would never believe me, anyway. So I tried to eat my potatoes instead of mutilating them.
After dinner, Grandma and I sat in the parlor. Grandma was knitting a Christmas sweater for my cousin Eunice. It was a horrid shade of puke-green, with little brown and orange puff balls all over it. It was just about the ugliest thing I'd ever seen, except for the time I accidentally stumbled upon a gnome having a baby. As Grandma knitted, she talked. "...and Neville don't forget to wash behind your ears before your great- uncle Algie arrives tomorrow, you know he doesn't like you, and oh yes, make sure you have clean underwear, you know he likes to hang you by it, we don't want him to have to touch dirty underwear, and..." I stared into the fire, pretending to listen, but really ignoring grandma with her bright red skirt and shrill, monotonous voice and claw-like hands and stupid vulture hat.
Fifteen whole minutes passed. I wouldn't be able to take much more of Grandma's boring yakky-yakky. I sighed to myself and renewed my efforts to block out her voice.
"...with ham and maybe prune juice, wouldn't that be lovely, and of course the squirrel-eye pudding for dessert. Wouldn't that be just charming, Neville?"
I stood up. "Yes, Grandma, it sounds wonderful. Er, I have to go and, um, er....wash my ears. Will you excuse me?" I left without bothering for an answer, and headed, not for the bathroom to wash behind my ears, but to my bedroom. I opened the door and went straight to the side table. I picked up the portrait of Luna I had on it. It had been taken the day we went into Hogsmeade. Luna smiled up at me from the frame, in that calm, serene way of hers. 'It will be all right, Neville,' her smile seemed to say. I sighed and pressed the picture frame to my heart. "Oh, Luna. Where are you?" I breathed. "I'll always be with you, Luna. We'll see each other again."
Luna
Not even a hundred miles away from where I knew Neville was, and there was no way to get to him. I hoped he hadn't been attacked by a Purple-bellied Whoop-spanker. That would be horrible.
'I'll always be with you, Luna. We'll see each other again.'
I sat up. Neville's voice, so clear in my head. How was that possible? I felt my jaw drop slowly. My eyes widened in the dark as I realized that he was saying that to himself. And by some amazing power, I could hear him. Maybe there was a Mulkering Micro-Sticko-Blibber in here.