The air was ripped from Luna's lungs as she was pulled through a small tube, Draco's grip tight on her. The sensation felt endless, and she feared she might pass out from the disorienting, cold rush. Finally, they landed with a jolt in front of a dark, gothic-style mansion.

"That was most unpleasant," Luna said, trying to steady herself. Draco raised an eyebrow, but a flash of disgust quickly overtook his expression as he observed the pallor spreading across her face.

"If you're going to be sick, aim away from me," Draco snapped, his voice icy. "This is a nice suit." Luna nodded, turning away from him before vomiting all over the front lawn.

"Are you finished?" Draco asked, his voice strained as he fought to keep down his own queasy stomach. Luna retched one more time, then spit the remnants from her mouth. After a moment, she nodded and fumbled through her jumper pocket for a handkerchief to clean herself off.

"Come on, we don't have time for this," Draco growled, grabbing her again and pulling her roughly against his chest. His wand was at her throat now, sharp and threatening. "Don't make any stupid moves. Do exactly as I say and don't say a word. I personally have no interest in hurting you, so don't make me."

Luna could feel the tension in his grip, and although his words were threatening, she could sense an underlying hesitation. Without another word, he led her through the Malfoy Manor's front yard and up to the enormous doors. When Draco swung them open, they screeched in protest, and Luna winced at the awful sound. Inside, the Malfoy family was waiting, their cold eyes fixed on her as if she were nothing but a prize to be claimed.

"Oh, look at that," Bellatrix cackled, her voice harsh and mocking. "The boy actually did something right for once." Narcissa shot her sister a venomous look, but Lucius only nodded with a faint, approving smile.

"Well done, Draco," Lucius said, his voice smooth and calculating. "Search her for her wand and any other magical items or weapons." Luna's gaze met Draco's, and for a fleeting moment, she saw a flicker of discomfort in his eyes—something that mirrored the unease she felt herself.

"Don't be shy," Bellatrix sneered, her eyes narrowing in amusement. "You should be thrilled to have the chance to search such a pretty girl." Draco flushed slightly, a faint pink coloring his cheeks.

"Hold still, and don't make this any more awkward than it has to be," Draco hissed in Luna's ear, his voice tight with restraint. His fingers brushed over her arms and pockets carefully, avoiding certain places, but his hands were steady as he drew out her wand and searched her for any other magical items. "All clear. Just her wand."

"You know what to do," Lucius commanded, his voice cold and unyielding. Draco's eyes flickered to his father, but with a deep, reluctant sigh, he threw Luna's wand to the floor and crushed it beneath his shiny black shoe.

Luna's heart stopped as she watched her beloved wand splinter beneath his heel. She fought back the tears that threatened to spill, her fingers trembling as she clutched the ruined pieces of her wand in her mind.

"Follow me." Draco kept his wand pointed at her throat as he guided her down into the depths of the manor, his steps echoing ominously through the cold, empty halls.

"Forgive me, Draco," Luna said softly, unable to contain her curiosity or her rising panic. "I know you told me not to say a word, but may I at least ask why I'm here?"

"They don't like what your father's been writing about Potter in his precious little magazine," Draco said flatly, his eyes hard. "So this is an... incentive to write the 'correct' things about that git." He paused in front of a heavy iron door. With a flick of his wand, it swung open. "Now get in there," he ordered, shoving her roughly into the dim, cold dungeon. He slammed the door behind her with a final, resounding thud, leaving without another word.

A voice, soft but steady, echoed through the cold stone chamber. "Oh my, they got you too? How much lower can they possibly get, capturing such a sweet girl?"

Luna's breath caught. "Ollivander? Is that you?"