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Insanity

Groggy and weary were the only good terms to describe how I felt when I woke up. It was like slightly singed wool was stuffed into my head. I cracked open my eyes slowly to adjust to the light streaming in and took in my surroundings.

The room was a giant blur of greens. Olive green, forest green, blue-green, and grass green combined to give the room a nice well, 'green' glow. It seemed as if we were in the Slytherin common room… But it couldn't be. The light was streaming in too strongly to be a dungeon room. So my conclusion was that this was the room of requirement, and that Draco really, really liked the color green.

Two beds were placed at opposite ends of the room, one of which I was sitting on. They had white sheets with a black and green striped duvet. Black satin curtains hung gracefully around both beds and tied with matching satin ribbons. Glancing back over at the other bed I noticed the lump rising and falling gently from the center of the bed.

I tried, ever so slowly and gently, to get off the elaborate bed, but, no matter my precautions, the cold contact with the floor and strain upon old injuries and wounds caused me to let out a soft cry of pain. Quick as the wind, a shadow appeared over me.

Without looking up I spoke, "I was hoping you weren't a light sleeper Draco, but obviously my hopes were in vain."I reigned in the distortion my face gained from the pain and looked straight up into his silver pools from my place on the floor. I had fallen when I felt the first singe of pain rack my body.

He spoke quietly as if there was a person listening intently from outside the door, "I haven't been a heavy sleeper for a long time." His words were emphasized by a grave tone that implied the perpetrator causing his lack of sleep was the war. "But it seems as though most are light sleepers now, whether they wanted to be or not.

I laughed.

Not a laugh of joy or of something funny, but a laugh that came from the bloody irony of the world. His statement reminded me I of every single Death Eater that had come to, essentially, rape me. Ah bloody irony, how you mock me, I thought. His brow was furrowed as he looked at my form doubled over from laughing hysterically.

"Those," I gasped out from my lack of air, "who are heavy sleepers in the world today, are either dead or Death Eaters."

He frowned at my insane humor. "What has the world done to you, Luna that you laugh at something so terrible? Though your statement is true surely you see reason not to laugh at it?" He questioned my sanity. I could tell in his eyes he thought me mad.

"Draco, Draco, poor Draco!" A glint appeared in my eyes, "I realize," I said softly, "that I am slightly mad, but, just as you have good reason to be insane, so do I." I spoke even softer than before, "I can show you why, just as you have shown me, but that is not why I came here." I sighed and returned my expression to that of a normal person. An expression that would have befitted the face of an exhausted Hermione after NEWTs settled on my face. "Do you have any news of the outside world? Any news of an uprising or the Order?"

He hissed at the name of the organization that had helped Harry Potter fail. "No," he left an uncomfortable silence, "and Yes."

Across the British Isle, a brothel in London was the epitome of chaos.

A Death Eater was lying dead in the room of a missing whore. And quite unfortunately, the whore that London was so frantically looking for was the most dangerous to let ever escape, for those who let her free were subjected to the Dark Lord's fury.

A fury so great it would cause even the bravest Gryffindor to cower in fear. A fury that had the Dark Lord hissing at any who came near him. It was a bad idea to let a smart, powerful witch run free.

A fireplace nearby crackled silently, eating away at the large log placed just so, so that the flames could lick it and stay alight without causing the log to disappear too quickly. Men and women in ragged clothes huddled around it whispering hurriedly. Every single one of them suspicious of every other person. The quiet sound of whispering increased gradually as more and more tired, grave, ragged people stumbled in. A large crowd had gathered by the time someone took the initiative to speak over them.

The worn strong voice of Neville Longbottom carried over the whispers of the crowd as he began his speech, "I know that we aren't all here, as some could not chance it, some just couldn't make it in time, and some will never make it ever again." He was interrupted with the whispers of those trying to discern what he had meant, "But! We still have a meeting to carry out and orders to be given so please calm yourselves just a moment for the news." He unfurled a roll of parchment wrapped around the most two important pieces of news they had had in a long time.

"Firstly, the rumor that Luna Lovegood has 'gone missing' in the words of the daily prophet or escaped is true," He paused for the gasps that always came with news that was good, "And, we have leads to the location of Harry Potter." If he had thought the gasps before were loud enough to get them all caught, he had obviously not realized that the roar that erupted could be completely ignored by the outside world.

Those at The Meet were ecstatic. So ecstatic in fact that it took nearly thirty minutes to calm the crowd down for other news. Neville's hope had been elevated immensely because of the great news that had come to them that day. As the crowd filed towards him for their assignments he pondered over Luna's escape. He had been told all about the horrific things she had been through and wondered if she had killed Nott or if the cover story she had told a co-worker was true. If she had killed him, she sure covered her tracks well. As she was a Ravenclaw in her school years he had no doubt that she was capable of many things, killing so that she could escape included. In his mind, she had always been a deft and able person. Easily practicing wandless magic at the age of fifteen and hiding her ability from most still. She was a capable enigma.

As he gave the last assignment to a gruff old man he thought over where she could have disappeared to and if she would ever be able to find The Meet. He hoped she found someone to guide her there with all his heart. She would be a great addition.

Draco wondered at the strange insanity that was Luna Lovegood. If he had thought her strange before, he thought her mad as a hatter now. She went from raving mad like his Aunt Bellatrix to oddly normal. After laughing her head off at a sick and twisted world she had asked for news. News! What a perfectly normal thing to ask of! He had told her all he knew including that of the useless uprising more commonly known as 'The Meet'. Nodding and questioning seemed to go on forever as he informed her of it. Finally they got somewhere.

"Where?" She asked.

"The heart of London."

He had almost smiled at the funny look of disgust that was invading her features. He had helped her until she had decided to bring him with her. His first thought had been No way in hell! And his comment was that of her wand, or lack thereof. She had just smiled ruefully and stroked the ring curled upon her thumb. At first I thought it to be a habit of some sort. Some weird act of uncertainty, that is until the tip of a finely carved wand appeared to be coming out of her ring.

Weird, I know.

Now I finally understood the awe a few people had for her. Now I understood why she had been kept so close to the Dark Lord's headquarters.

Now I knew.

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