My first few attempts at speaking fail. Finally, when most of the shock fades, I can get words out. I put a finger on Luna's name and thrust the paper at Nathaniel. "Why did you make this name in particular bold? In fact, why is it even on the list?" My fury starts to show before I can stop it.

"Because that person helped Potter more than any of the others." Nathaniel speaks angrily through his tightly clenched teeth. He rips the paper away from me and holds it so tightly that I expect it to burst to pieces.

"What? That's impossible!" I insist, starting to get worried. "Granger and Weasley never left his side for the entire war. Some of the people on that list were major contributors in the destruction of your father. But out of all people you decide to go after her?"

"Why are you so protective over this girl, Malfoy?" Iris demands, whipping her hood off and starring me down with her night sky eyes.

"I'm not." I say quickly, getting irritated. "But why is it that you want her—?"

"She saved Potter's life and contributed perhaps the most important component in the overthrowing of our father, The Dark Lord!" Nathaniel roars, interrupting me. With the little lighting we had, I could see his face had turned red and looked overtaken by pure rage and uncontrollable hatred.

I stare at him, speechless. Expressionless. Emotionless. Unable to comprehend what he had just said. Luna? How the hell would she save Potter's life? And what "main component" could she deliver? It was ridiculous!

"Nonsense." I mutter, dumbfounded.

"He's not lying." Iris sits down casually and pulls her cloak hood back over her face.

Nathaniel nods slowly. His jaw is tightly latched together. "That Luna girl apparently did very extensive studying on dark magic. She found lots of books and practically ancient articles on the subject—"

"Stupid Ravenclaws." Iris growls. "They have nothing better to do than read."

He shoots her an aggravated look for interrupting him. "Anyway, as I was saying, she took the information and put two and two together. Lovegood, is it? Yes, well, she realized that no spell was powerful enough to kill someone as mighty as Lord Voldemort. So, she decided to make a spell of her own. She combined twenty other spells to make one that could completely ruin anything. Harry used it against my and Iris's father and that's how he was destroyed."

My eyes widen in awe, not believing that she was capable of something like that. "She did? Luna Lovegood?"

"Yes." Iris hisses from her slouched position in the chair. "But the bitch never even took the blame for it."

I can't help but become completely impressed that she never took credit for such a heroic task. It just explains her way of life so much. Quietly helping others and never requesting a reward or formal recognition for it.

Nathaniel takes a dramatic pause. "Iris was only fifteen at the time. I was sixteen. As Harry stood there, basking in the glory, I went after him from behind, about to cast a curse that would stop his heart. But then…" He exhales in frustration. "The same girl noticed me raising my wand behind him and transported me back to my bedroom before I could harm Potter." There was a gleam of hate in his eyes. "I will never forgive her for any of it."

Wishing I could defend her, I bit down my lip. They couldn't know that I knew her…that I loved her…it would be too dangerous for both of us. I just knew that I needed to keep her safe from them. I couldn't let them go after her. Not in the vulnerable state she was in; bearing two children and recovering from the very recent death of her husband.

"You can't hurt her." I whisper, stuck in thought.

"Says who?" Iris challenges me, looking ready for a fight.

Nathaniel slightly smiles. "Yes, Draco. Who says we can't?"

"I swear, if you touch one hair on her head…" I threaten, forgetting that I need their help in order to get my revenge.

"Why's she so special to you?" Iris asks once again, seeming unhappy that I cared so much about her. She squeezed her cherry red lips tightly together, waiting impatiently for an answer.

Their taunting wouldn't stop.

"Why does it matter, Draco?"

"Why can't we kill her?"

"Yes, why not?"

"I was actually thinking we should rip her limb by limb."

"Agreed, brother. A painful death would suit her well."

"Indeed. So, Malfoy, what's your input?"

I shake my head, stunned. "You…can't."

"Oh, but we can." Iris grins devilishly. "We can do whatever we want. Mama Bellatrix would actually be proud that the two of us are thinking in such terms. Am I right, brother? She did raise us this way, after all."

"No!" I scream. "You can't harm her because…" They stared at me, waiting, looking amused. "She's pregnant." There is a long, heavy silence. I take a shaky breathe. "With twins. A-and she's all alone."

No one says anything for a moment or so until Nathaniel chuckles darkly. "Good. Then there will be three deaths I suppose. It'll be easier to get to her, as well. She's defenseless. Wonderful!"

"I'm telling you…don't you dare touch her." I warn, reaching for my wand.

"I'll do whatever I want to her, Malfoy. You can't do anything to us. You need us for your vengeance much more than we need you for ours." Nathaniel points out.

Iris stands up and struts over to me. She pushes the list towards me with a victorious smirk planted on her face. I glance down at it grimly and I know automatically that I have no choice. As I realized it, my heart broke.

I'm sorry, Luna. I think, feeling terribly sick to my stomach. I truly am. But I suppose this is just the sort of monster I've always been.