Where am I?
What happened?
Hazy memories of Hogsmeade and radish earrings floated into my mind from the dark recesses of my subconscious.
Then, horrified, I remembered.
It was Deatheaters. They had taken us; Luna and me, and it was all my bloody fault. My incompetence caused us to be brought to what would surely be our deaths.
Why? Why did I have to be such a complete bloody failure!
I finally decided to open one eye a sliver. I saw rough, cold stone all around me. The floor, ceiling, and walls were all the same; the same height and the same width. I was lying in a bloody stone box.
I moved my head slightly to the right and saw another figure lying flat on her face, I say her because she was most definitely a female. Her flowing bohemian skirt was bunched up by her thighs and her once white shirt was stained almost brown and torn to shreds. I felt a blush creeping up my neck and looked away. It wasn't appropriate to look at Luna when she was in such a state.
With my head turned to the left I had a plain view of the single door; painted black and without a handle. Anyone could go mad in this room. Maybe that is what the builders intended.
I heard a soft moan coming from Luna's side of the room. I chanced a glance in her direction and saw she had woken as well.
"WERREAREREE?" was the first noise to escape her chapped and bloody lips.
I assumed she meant to say, "Could you please inform me as to the state of our whereabouts, dearest Neville." However, she looked as though simply a four-syllable sentence was far in the future let alone proper grammar.
Her eyes widened when she saw me. Something had obviously had shocked her a great deal. I looked behind me to see if there was a person sneaking up on me. I saw no one. It was obviously I was what had alarmed her so. This realization hurt more than I liked to think.
"What happ…ppened to you?" She asked in barely more than a whisper.
"What are you talking about?" was all I could think to say.
"Your face…and your leg", I wasn't sure what she meant so I looked down at my body. My felt my face contort in disgust. My leg was bloodied and limp while the rest of my body was bruised. My pants were fairly intact. My shirt had a small blood stain spreading out like a small rose blooming.
"What's wrong with my face?" I begged Luna in desperation. "What's wrong?"
Her face showed no emotion as she informed me that I had my left eye was surrounded with green and purple bruises. I looked away from her in shame. I attempted to move closer towards the door and away from Luna; away from the judgment I knew would come.
The questions that I knew she would soon be asking swam through my battered mind.
"Why didn't you stop the Deatheaters?"
"How could you let yourself get beaten so easily?"
"Why didn't you save me?"
Pain bombarded my body and soul as I attempted to curl into a ball. I wanted to get away from the torture, the sorrow and this place where I will soon be driven mad.