I take a deep, shaky breath as I walk across the street towards a house where the most beautiful girl in the world lives. Unfortunately, this will be the last day she'll live there.

Why?

Because I have to kill her.

Last night, Nathaniel and Iris surprised me at my house. I walked into my living room to find the due comfortably sitting on the arm chairs.

"Tomorrow's your last chance, Malfoy." Iris hissed, wrinkling her nose and grinding her teeth together.

Nathaniel got up, attempting to intimidate me. "The girl has to die, Malfoy."

"If you don't," Iris teased in a sing-song voice, narrowing her eyes. "We will. And it won't be pretty."

Before I could say anything in return, they Apparated out, leaving my head spinning. Killing Luna Lovegood was my only option. But I wasn't going to do it painfully. No, she wouldn't suffer because of me.

I knock on the door.

"Come in." Says a distant sing-song voice.

My feet can barely move, knowing what I'm about to do. I step into her living room decorated with old Quibbler articles and pictures of her "undiscovered" creatures pinned to the wall.

"One moment, Draco." I hear her call from upstairs. "I just have to fetch something from my bedroom."

I have time.

I run into the kitchen where her magic herb tea is brewing and take out my wand. With a few tears escaping my eyes, I flick my wand and mutter "Poisamus Latroson," The quickest, least painful poisoning spell in the wizard world.

With a heavy heart, I go back and sit in the living room. That was the room that we have tea in and talk about things I've never talked about to anyone else…I talk about my parents, and what I "used" to be. No one else can break down my rock solid blockade. That is, no one except Luna.

When I turn my head, I notice something in the room that I hadn't noticed before. There is an array of framed moving photographs on a small table, at least a dozen of them. I pick one up to study it.

The first frame has a man and a woman, standing together. They both have very faraway looks to them. The woman has a worried round face and won't stop fidgeting. The man has curly dark hair with a narrow chin and a cautious look. He, too, is twitching a bit.

It takes me only a moment to realize that these are Neville Longbottom's parents. The ones that Bellatrix bragged about sending to the mental hospital. I used to think the story was funny…but now I just feel sick.

The second was of another man and woman. The man had blond shoulder length hair and a few odd necklaces around his neck. He was wearing a shirt of many colors and kept turning his head to see the butterflies around him. He seemed to be in a permanent trance, but still kept a loving, protective arm around the lady.

The woman had a cute face, and looked to be pregnant. Her eyes looked up at the sky, expecting to see something. She was quite beautiful with her crystal blue eyes and wispy blond hair. Her skin looked like porcelain.

This couple was Luna's parents. It was taken when they were expecting her. I sigh. The woman looks exactly like Luna. If only she could see her now. If only she could see what a lovely woman Luna had become.

The other pictures, I merely glance at. A sonogram of her twins; a class picture of everyone in the Ravenclaw house; one for the Gryffindor house; and then – oh my Lord.

A picture of their wedding. Neville and Luna. I pick it up, nearly dropping it.

She stands there in his arms, beaming. I feel instant jealousy. Luna is wearing a dress of all white with her hair down in curls. She literally takes my breath away. He kisses her and she laughs, eyes sparkling. As much as I envied this moment, I can't help but notice how much he truly loves her.

"Nice picture, isn't it?"

I turn around, startled, and nearly dropped the picture once again. Luna is sitting right next to me, staring at the picture. She has a cup of the poison tea in her hand, and there's one in front of me.

"I miss him, Draco." She tells me dreamily. Her eyes vulnerably flutter up to the ceiling. "And knowing that he won't be here to see our children grow up – o-or even be born… well… it kills me, Draco."

Nodding, a knot starts to form in my stomach and my throat. I want to tell her that all of them will be together soon…but that will too much of a hint. But I want to hint. I want her to run out or kill me first or something. Anything. Anything to save her.

"But now I understand that it's okay." Luna announces confidently in her calm, remote voice. She looks straight into my eyes sincerely. "Because of you."

"Me?" I repeat, startled.

"You've been such a lovely friend, Draco." She goes on, making me feel guiltier and guiltier with every sweet word.

"When Neville died, I felt dead too. But then you made me come back to life again. I'm alive now. I can see what I used to see…and what I see is a beautiful life being led by my children…" She takes my hand and whispers, "Because they have two great men looking after them."

Luna puts a hand on her heart. "They have one in here…" Her hand slides off her chest to gesture delicately at me. "And one… right here."

"Not to mention the finest mother the earth has ever seen." I weakly smile at her. "Luna, you're an amazing person."

She set down her tea cup serenely. "Thank you, Draco, but I do have one question."

I nodded.

"Why did you poison my tea?"