Author's Note: I met my deadline. Now time to give my fingers a break and let you all enjoy.

Luna caused them much enjoyment and amusement in their time incarcerated at the Malfoy Manor. She was uplifting and funny in a time that caused most people to go mad and depressed. The prisoners sometimes swore that the walls were closing in around them. Charlotte wasn't sure how many days, weeks, or even months have passed. The days seemed to be a giant blur. She wished she started writing down tallies from the moment she was locked in here.

They were being taken care of as prisoners. Food and drinks were brought to them at the appropriate times of the day. Different death eaters went down to deliver the food, but never Draco. The only people on her mind were Draco and Harry Potter. The red head longed to talk to the student. She wished to be in his arms once more. She didn't care if they ever had sex again, the companionship would be nice enough.

Her blonde ex could not come down here after his last visit. Charlotte missed the site of him. His smirk that was always plastered on that handsome face of his never left her mind. She wasn't sure about the news on Harry Potter, although if he was dead, she would be dead. A soft laugh distracted her from her sad thoughts.

The older man had his hand on his stomach. He was doubling over from the laughter. Mr. Ollivander enjoyed the young witch the most out of the two of them. He would stay up late at night to hear the stories of imaginary things she had to tell. Charlotte was happy that the old man could find comfort somewhere.

The first time she was with him she was worried about him not making it. He was just so weak and he whispered incoherent things to her. Once Luna came in he responded more. He started to act like a totally different person. Different subjects had already been chatted about until a new subject came about. One that she really wished would never come up. They were talking about their lives. Mr. Ollivander was first. He talked about all his years of life. The good years and the bad ones now plagued her thoughts. Charlotte saw him in a different light. She just knew him as the wizard that handed out wands. Now she saw how he has survived under his torturous time in Malfoy Manor.

Luna was up next in story time. She talked about her mother's passing, her eccentric father, and Harry Potter. She knew they would soon look to her for some sort of story. What could she honestly tell them? The truth would certainly alienate her from them.

I was a death eater and then they got pissed at me since I was a fake. . .

She could feel herself start to blush as she cleared her throat as if to speak. A nervous hand crept up to her hair and she scratched herself. Beads of sweat started to form along her hair line and fall down her forehead. The truth was going to be revealed, whether she liked it or not. The only thing she could possibly do was the truth. A lie would just get confusing to keep up with after a while.

"I was born to two death eaters. I guess I was pretty much born to be one of you-know-who's followers. My parents took me to some of the meetings before he fell. I met Draco when we were both young. My life was relatively boring until he came back. I saw him kill a muggle with my own two eyes. I couldn't take seeing the death. Draco was there for me. He made me feel better about everything," she gulped and looked at the two of them. Both of them appeared to not be breathing. She placed her hair behind her ear nervously.

"I dated Draco for a while . . . things were amazing until he came back to being the monster upstairs. His bullying caused me to leave him. I graduated Hogwarts and they expected me to get the mark," she stopped as she took a shake breath. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. That night was always so hard for her to accept.

"My parents found out that I told Professor McGonagall that I wanted to become an auror. They were quite angry that night. I should have known something was up from the moment I walked in the door. They didn't look at me at all. Well my mom couldn't look at me anyways," she looked away as she started to stare at the stone wall. The moss and blood on the walls started to look as if their color was starting to go away. The walls started to fade away and she imagined she was at home. . .

The night sky lit up in a flash followed by a loud boom. She screeched loudly and bit her lip. She unlocked the doors to her home and quickly slipped inside the house. Her parents were right in her line of sight. Her mother was crying on the couch her face in her hands. A green handkerchief lay messy between her slender fingers. Her father's face was red from what looked like anger and shame. Charlotte didn't know what was wrong. She wasn't late for their curfew or anything of that sort. She gulped and slowly started to walk towards the kitchen.

"You have nothing to say?" her father asked coldly as Charlotte stopped dead in her tracks. Her mother slowly stood up and placed a hand on her father's shoulder. The recent Hogwarts graduate shrugged towards her parents. Her father balled his fists up and pointed an accusing finger at her.

"You have secretly been going to classes to become an auror. You cannot lie to me anymore," he yelled at her. Charlotte's face turned white. How could they have known? Her thoughts started to race a mile a minute until she knew what was going on. Lucius Malfoy must have told them what was happening. Her thoughts raced to Draco. What if he told them her plans? A heavy feeling started to weigh down in her stomach.

"I. . . I. . ." she tried to explain something towards them, but she couldn't do it. Her father suddenly had a wand in his hand and pointing it towards her. She suddenly raised her arm and grabbed her wand outside of her robes. She had her wand pointed to her father. Her mother's eyes widened and she stood between them with her hands in the air.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Charlotte Elizabeth Parker, you will denounce that life and join your father and I with . . . him," she spoke slowly and Charlotte felt a twinge in her heart. She slowly shook her head still glaring at her father. His face grew even redder as he pushed his wife out of the way.

"You dare disobey your mother. You little bitch?" he questioned and raised his wand higher. She gulped and didn't know what suddenly came over her. A spell was uttered by her lips, one that she couldn't control with how angry she was. Her father easily blocked the spell and countered one at her.

"No, honey, please don't," her mother begged to her husband and he shook his head once more. A spell was casted and she was suddenly flown back and crashed into the door behind her. She didn't know what happened to her during that time, but she woke up in a ditch. She didn't have any recollection of what happened. Who left her here? The person was nice enough to leave her with a wand and a suitcase of her personal things.

Tears were streaming down her face by the time she finished her story. The inhabitants were quiet and staring at her. She gulped and stood up to walk away from them. Charlotte couldn't even look at them. She felt horrible for having to relive that night. Quick footsteps brought her back to reality as she listened to the sounds above.

"There are people upstairs," Luna whispered and she remained quiet to hear what was going on. Charlotte gulped and bit her lip as she tried to listen to what was happening upstairs. A lot of talking and yelling mostly erupted in the room upstairs.

"Draco!" a woman's voice called out for him and Charlotte tensed as she tried to listen. Draco was up there probably being told to do evils. Her heart sank as she bit her lip. Draco was suddenly told by his mother and aunt to tell the truth.

The truth about what?

Loud screaming suddenly filled the dungeon as she blocked her ears. The rest of the prisoners wondered who was screaming. A man started to scream to take him instead and she suddenly backed away from the door wondering what was happening. The werewolf that first sent her here suddenly appeared with three men and a goblin. She bit her lip instantly recognizing Harry Potter and one of his best friends.

Didn't he hang out with a girl?

A loud scream filled the manor as she felt herself start to go cold. The ginger, known as Ron, started to panic and yell. He was thrashing about and Charlotte gulped. If Draco could freely express his actions, would he have acted this way? Was the inside of his poor mind behaving this way?

Harry Potter reached inside of the pouch around his neck and grabbed a two way glass. He begged for help and Charlotte bit her lip. They were going to all die tonight. She only wished she could tell Draco that she loved him one last time.

"They are coming down here to see if the sword is a fake. Griphook, please lie to them, tell them that the sword is a fake," Harry begged quickly and the goblin just sneered at him. Charlotte couldn't believe the utter disrespect the goblin had towards the only wizard that could save their lives.

Footsteps distracted her thoughts and she noticed Draco suddenly appear at the door. Her heart started to beat faster. Here he was in flesh and blood. His face was plagued by the stress of being a Malfoy. He appeared to have more sadness in his face then the last time she could see him.

"I need the goblin," he ordered not even bothering to look at his ex-girlfriend. His wand was out and ready for anyone that dared to move towards him. Charlotte moved towards the wall and sat down not wanting to get in his way. He had a look of scary determination in his eyes. Why did he need the goblin?

"Draco," she whispered softly and he looked at her. His face was so sad and confused, like the time they broke up. She gulped and wondered if he was going to be okay. Her heart saddened as she gulped.

"What is it, prisoner?" he growled and started to shove the goblin towards the door to head upstairs. She bit her lip and quickly looked away. Tears started to form in her eyes once more as she remained quiet until he left. A sudden pop filled the room causing Charlotte to jump in surprise.

"How?" Charlotte started to ask, but quickly quieted down as she watched the tiny house-elf smile.

"Dobby, please take them out of here," Harry Potter ordered and the red head bit her lip. Charlotte noticed Luna and Dean quickly moved towards Garrick Ollivander. The group looked at the auror. Should she leave them behind? She was an auror and was taught to save the righteous from the unjust.

"I will go with you," she finally sighed and walked towards them quickly. She grabbed Dobby's arm and they were suddenly gone from the house. Her world started to spin as she tried to keep from throwing up. When she thought she couldn't take it anymore they suddenly were standing on a beach. Charlotte looked around wondering where they could possibly be. Two people appeared from the house and ushered them to come inside. Dean, Luna, and Charlotte assisted Mr. Ollivander with getting inside the house.

"Where are our manners? I am William Weasley and this is my wife, Fleur Delacour," the red haired man introduced themselves. Charlotte sighed in relief. They were finally safe.