A/N: Next chapter is here, please review for me. I did think of having some interaction between Harry and Luna, but then decided she most likely wouldn't talk to him. Sure, she wanted to say bye to him but when she did try to speak to him he was busy and she couldn't exactly scream 'Come back here I'm dying and want to say goodbye'. So she let it be instead of causing a scene.

Disclaimer: don't own it.

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Chapter Three

Draco snarled at the student that had no idea who he was bumping into. What the hell was the rush? It was only breakfast and the food wasn't that good. What he really wanted to know was what had crawled up Blaise's arse. The prick had gotten snarky even after winning the bet. After getting some the bastard had been terribly cranky. The slag must have been really loose. Speaking of which, the grumpy git was trailing behind. He'd just wait and ask him about it later.

"Hey, watch it!" Another student rushed by him. The blasted doors were right there, were they serving virgins? Great, someone was screaming or was it more than one person? Was all the sausage gone? He grumbled under his breath as he skirted past an ugly unknown girl that was lingering in the doorway. Bloody hell, students were crowded around for some reason. Before he could take another step someone slammed into him. Arms were around his waist and sobbing could be heard beneath his chin.

"It can't be her, please do something." Daphne didn't care if sobbing uncontrollably wasn't very fitting for someone with her upbringing. This couldn't be happening, the war was over. It had to be some terrible mistake. "Tell them it isn't her."

"Her? What in the bloody hell are you blabbing about? What is going on here?" He carefully peeled the arms from around his waist to get a better view of what was happening in the center. Was that Weaslette crying? Who else with red hair would have her head buried in Potter's chest? Potter was crying? Granger was going along with the scene. Did one of the proud Gryffindors get attacked? Then why was Daphne upset? He skirted around Weasley, who was tending to his crying girlfriend. The screeching was coming from Longbottom, who was being held back by several students. What the hell? He could make out the Headmistress and several teachers standing around. Was that a bloody hand?

"No, ye don't need to be seeing this Mr. Malfoy." Hagrid reached out to grab an elbow but the boy swiftly yanked it out of reach. "Let em handle things."

"What? Is that Lovegood? Who else is th.." No, that couldn't be right. It wasn't her. Draco glanced over to see his off and on girlfriend break down as Poppy moved away shaking her head. It was hard to see anything with all the blood but he knew that face. "No, what did you do?"

"There, let em handle it. Come, boy," Hagrid grunted when the flailing elbow connected with his gut. He knew it had to hurt, but they needed to be seen to. His own heart was aching seeing the pale girl lying so lifeless. His eyes pricked hearing the sobs coming from the Malfoy heir. He knew the boy was human despite his upbringing but hearing the lad begin weeping seemed to have the wrong effect. Several others began to release the anguish being contained. There was a startled cry from the doorway, "If someone would be kind enough to grab Mr. Zabini."

"Is she?" Harry spoke around Ginny's head. He couldn't bring himself to say dead. There was so much blood on the floor and neither were moving. What was going on? Why weren't they helping them?

Minerva managed to wipe the moisture before turning to the students. "Grab them, move them to the infirmary. We need to get these students back to their dorms immediately. Get them out of here now, they don't need to see this."

"Let go," Draco elbowed the giant again to be released. He had to help her, they had to do something. He had to get to Pansy, why wasn't she assisting them here? Why wasn't anyone moving to get her to the infirmary? He ignored the order to stay back, skidding across the thickening pool.

"Mr. Malfoy, please." Poppy chastised the young man. His actions were stirring the others. Potter came forward as well, when there was nothing they could do. There was no way either was alive, she didn't have to scan them. There was no way a human could survive when their organs were mush on the floor. A body held so much blood and there was enough on the stone to indicate that they had bled out. They were pale, cold to the touch, so it was beyond even her skills.

"Luna," Harry knelt next to the girl, unable to bring himself to touch her. She was so still, so pale, it made his heart break. Who had done this? What had they done to her?

She was so cold. Draco turned her over to get a better look at her. Pansy's face was coated in blood, there were strange clumps in her hair as well. He rolled her over and lifted her from the freezing stone. His breath caught when the weight hung lifeless in his arms, she was so cold, but she wasn't stiff. Shouldn't a corpse be stiff if they were this cold? He heard a strangled cry from nearby, bringing his gaze towards the male walking towards them, Blaise.

"There's no rigamortis," Harry reached down to lift Luna's nape from the floor. There was so much blood and that was a piece of a heart on the floor, they had to be dead. Dobby had begun to stiffen within the hour. "Scan her, do it."

"Potter," Poppy didn't see the point but did as asked. She crouched next to the body, glad that the other professors were trying to clear most of the students out. Only a token few were allowed to remain behind, those that were close. From Slytherin, Daphne Greenhouse was holding onto Zabini, while both Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom were standing behind Potter. She waved her wand over the still form, getting nothing from the scan. There was no life in her, "Nothing. I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do for her."

"You're lying, she has a pulse." Harry pressed his fingers against the pale throat, concentrating on each timid beat beneath the fingertip. It wasn't very strong but it was steady, "See for yourself, she has a pulse."

It was a muggle way of doing things, but she checked. Poppy lifted the wrist and tried to search for any sign of life, there was none. "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry but there is nothing there. There is no pulse, there is no way either of them have survived. Please, let us take her, let us tend to them."

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It was so dark, wherever she was, it was so dark she couldn't see her hand. Luna gasped in panic realizing that there were walls all around her. Reaching out, palms flat, all she could feel was glass of some sort. Where was she? What was she doing in a box? Or was it some kind of closet? She was sure she was lying and not standing, so it had to be some kind of box. Who had put her inside?

Pushing on the top did nothing to help her situation. Why? Who would do this to her? The last thing she could remember was intense pain and being on the floor. How had she managed to get placed elsewhere? Was she dead? Was this her personal hell? She wanted to get out, she didn't want to be trapped in a box forever. Was she alone? After calming her breathing, she caught the faint hint of clanging. Was it nearby? Would screaming help? Who was making the noise and would they be able to hear her?

Light flooded the area near her feet, lighting her shoes. It came closer and she felt like the box was being moved, until she exited the darkness completely. The brightness stung her eyes for a few moments, making it hard to see anything. She could make out the outlines of the glass box and she was in some kind of room lined with candles.

"Pay attention already," Pansy grabbed ahold of the single lock on the casket and gave a good yank. The metal came free and the lid was pushed open by the girl within. It was nice to see that she wasn't the only one that had woken up in a coffin. "Do you see this? Do you see what they did to me?"

"What? I was in a tomb?" Luna glanced around to make out the many names engraved in the plaques. It was her family tomb, her mother's name was next door. Why had she been put to rest inside? They had put her inside the Lovegood family tomb. "They buried us? They thought we were dead and buried us."

"Of course they put us to rest, we died. I'm pretty sure that was part of the curse. Are you really shocked? I'm not angry about that, do you see this?" Pansy waved her hand rapidly in front of the gown she was wearing. "Do you see this atrocious gown my mother put on me? I only get laid to rest once and this is what she decided I should wear into the afterlife. Do you see this thing? It is covered in flowers, it is hideous."

"It isn't that bad," it didn't fit the Slytherin but Luna liked flowers. Her own gown was simple and white. So she had been assumed dead, her father had put her here. "The flowers don't match you but the necklace is very pretty."

"What? Oh this?" Pansy hadn't paid much attention to what was on her besides her attire. Her ears housed simple studs but someone had placed the necklace given to her at the Yule Ball. Draco had given her a gift for the event, but she had only worn it the one time. Out of all of her jewelry, why would they bury her with it? "You know, if I remember correctly, I lost this in my fifth year."

"Someone found it," Luna sat up, feeling her muscles ache from non-use. "How did you know where to find me?"

"Really? Your family's mausoleum is like two down from mine. I'm sure our families are like third cousins or close. Close enough that they built them close centuries ago, and I just assumed that was where your father would stick you."

"How long do you think it has been and why are we alive?" Luna climb up and jumped out of the box. It was an enchanted casket, one that would have kept her from decaying for a long time. She could have been locked in that thing for decades. Why had her father placed some kind of lock on it?

"I'm going to assume it is part of the curse. I don't know what we are or what to do now." Pansy had no idea what to do. "Let's get out of here and we'll worry about why later."

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