(A/N): A Soul Bond? How extraordinary! What power could Luna possibly possess? Hoggy Warty Hogwarts is in for a little surprise...or two.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter or any other works that may reveal themselves. Ideas are my own.
Dumbledore sat in his ornate chair behind his ornate desk. The events at the Ministry deeply troubled him. Something needed to be done about young Harry Potter, before whatever affliction he acquired took full control of his mind and forever turned him Dark. That would bode ill for the whole of the wizarding world. He needed to take precautions, draw up plans, and prevent another Dark Lord from arising. He sighed. He needed the boy to help in the destruction of Tom's Horcruxes, however many there were. He suspected seven, but wasn't quite sure as of yet. He pulled off his half-moon spectacles and massaged the bridge of his nose. Things got ever more complex as he aged.
"Come in", he answered the knock on his office door, putting his half-moon spectacles back on. Minerva walked in and shut the door behind her. She sat in front of the ornate desk and gazed at Dumbledore for a minute.
"Lemon drop, Minerva?", he asked, gesturing towards the candy bowl. Minerva shook her head no. She didn't need any sugary treats after being victim to a mass Stunner. Thankfully it didn't keep her down long.
"I've come to report that Firenze and the centaur herd has taken Delores captive, shortly before your return."
Dumbledore's sky blue eyes twinkled merrily at this piece of news. How delightful.
"The Forbidden Forest did seem particularly hospitable today", he said lightly. Minerva gave a wry grin in return.
"So it seems."
Dumbledore lost his amusement a couple minutes later. He had grave news to share.
"And that Luna Lovegood is not among her house members.", Minerva announced, "Professor Flitwick expressed his concern for the girl."
Dumbledore frowned.
"She could be around the castle somewhere. Such a strange girl like her could be anywhere. Perhaps she will turn up later tonight or tomorrow. I'm sure she is fine."
Minerva thought so too. She watched Dumbledore as he reached over to grab a Lemon Drop, his usual fervor when he ate them strangely absent. Dumbledore sat for a minute in contemplation. How was he going to break the news?
"Minerva, I'm afraid I must tell you something of grave importance", he started, his voice seeming a thousand years old.
A tyrannical scream of rage issued from Voldemort's pale, snake-like face. His attempt to gain the prophecy ended in complete failure. How could six students, children even, stop his Death Eaters? And that, that creature! That creature pissed him off to no end. The more he thought about it the more he started to froth at the mouth in anger.
"Wormtail!", he screamed at the empty dining hall. A pitiful looking man that bore a striking resemblance to a rat stumbled into the hall, bowing and whimpering before his lord.
"Y-Yes, m-my Lord?", he sniveled pathetically.
"CRUCIO!", Voldemort snarled, putting all his rage and hatred into the spell. Wormtail screamed in pain, convulsing on the floor like a worm. Voldemort kept the spell up, not caring that the pathetic man was no longer screaming and was now simply convulsing pathetically. He had served his purpose until now. He let up after several minutes, and called for Bellatrix. She appeared almost immediately, kissing the hem of his robe.
"Dispose of this thing", he spat, his glowing red eyes glaring heatedly at Wormtail's twitching body. Bellatrix obeyed, floating the twitchy rat out of the room. Voldemort sat on his throne, glaring now at the floor. Potter and his friends would pay, he would make sure of it. He called for every single Death Eater he had available. They filed into the hall quickly, groveling and scraping at the hem of his robe. He glared at each and every single one of them.
"Some of you in this room have made a grave mistake, returning to me without the prophecy. You want a chance to redeem yourself before your gracious Lord? You will get that chance. On Friday, before the students of Hogwarts board the train home, we are going to launch an attack while they are vulnerable. Cripple them while they are cower in fear. I want the heads of the five people who accompanied Potter to the Ministry. I want their heads speared and left at the doors of Hogwarts, I want their entrails strewn about the grounds, stuck to the castle walls. I want this to be a message to all those who appose me.", Voldemort sneered at them while they all smiled excitedly. Pathetic fools. He personally would show up to ensure the task would get done. He dismissed them all.
Voldemort stood with his back to the doors of the hall, his sides heaving in anger. His red, snake-like eyes glinted madly. Potter would pay dearly, and his little friends too.
Dumbledore watched Minerva leave his office sadly. Poor dear looked visibly stricken with dawning horror. He wished he didn't have to tell her, but she had to know, had to know that one of her students was quite possibly under the influence of some Dark ailment. He leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. He glanced outside his office window, noting that black thunderclouds had blocked off the stars and the moon. It seemed even the weather knew that all was not right with the world. Dumbledore got up and left the office, going to the Hogwarts kitchen for a quick snack, and a cup of tea.
If Dumbledore had look towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he would've seen a dark figure advancing towards the castle. If he would have looked closely he would've seen the figure wearing menacing looking armor and cloaked in black.
