Neville
The end of term was closing in fast. My whole seventh year had been a nightmare, and I wished that somehow everything would right itself and I could redo the past ten months, but that was impossible.
Nothing was going right anymore. Seamus and I had more bruises and cuts than ever. People were going missing left and right. Thankfully there had been no more scuffles with the Death Eaters, but after Easter break, a lot of people had never come back, including Ginny. It was beginning to get quite lonely. Yet there was a bubble inside me, a bubble of hope that Luna would return. the bubble dwindled a little in size every day when she did not. There was no news of dean or any of the other Muggle-borns, though there was news of Harry. Apparently, Harry, Ron and Hermione had sneaked into the Ministry of Magic disguised as workers. They had gotten away, only to be found by the Snatchers soon after.
I sighed and went to class, and found myself wishing for the end of term.
Luna
"Ouch!"
I looked up at the sound of a cry. There were four struggling figures. I could barely see their silhouettes, much less who it was.
The door swung shut, leaving us in total blackness. One of the figures was cursing under their breath. I thought I recognized the voice.
"Dean?" I said in amazement. "Is that you?"
"Luna?" said another voice. I gasped.
"Harry?"
So Dean, Harry and Ron were down here. Where was Hermione?
My question was answered by a loud, terrified, bloodcurdling scream above our heads.
Hermione was being tortured.
Over Ron's desperate screams, I managed to find the nail. But it was too dark to see what i was doing and I figured it might not be so good to cut someone open with a rusty nail by accident.
Once Ron figured out my predicament, he decided to help. I heard a loud click, and suddenly there were three small suns floating in the air. I cut the ropes binding them.
We all stood staring at one another. Then suddenly, there was a loud crack. I screamed in surprise. Someone had Apparated into the room.