Luna stood in front of the small thicket of trees behind her child hood home. The wind blew her hair in her face, and brought the stench of rotting blood to her sensitive nose. Greyback was nearby. She shivered with fear, because no amount of preparation had proved useful in calming her nerves.
There had been a front-page article in The Daily Prophet two days after Draco had visited her. It had detailed how a Muggle had found his mangled body, and the ensuing cover up. The article had sounded positively ecstatic that the heir to the Malfoy family was deceased. She wouldn't forgive the author until he published an apology. She had live to make sure that happened. People just couldn't publish anything they wanted. She was sure her father would never publish something that was complete and utter rubbish.
When Greyback finally appeared in front of her, ready to make her the first female werewolf in decades, he wasn't expecting her to be prepared. He lunged at her, but she found herself unable to move. When he tried to bite her neck, he yelped in pain and curled up into a ball next to her. Draco had given her a silver necklace for Christmas, and she had charmed it to look like her butterbeer cork necklace so no one would notice her wearing it. Even in death, he had saved her. This thought, along with the strength that she had always felt when bathed in the light of the full moon gave her the resolve she needed to snap out of her revere, point her wand at the beast beside her and successfully perform the Homorphus Charm.