quibbling (quibbling) wrote in amidperil, @ 2009-10-17 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: luna lovegood, month: december 1997, status: incomplete |
Characters: Luna Lovegood, two as-of-now unnamed Death Eaters.
Location: The path to the Lovegood home; outside of Ottery St. Catchpole
Date & Time: December 20th, 1997; dusk.
Summary: Luna is abducted on her way home for the Christmas holidays
Rating: PG-13? Violence? Struggle?
Status: Incomplete.
The journey home for the Christmas holidays was usually such a happy time for the Hogwarts students. For all of Luna's past five Christmases, the Hogwarts Express was always filled with laughter and joy at the thought of going home; full of relief that they were done with coursework for a good, well-deserved break. This year's trip, however, had been tense, sad even. Some students were going home to families who had been ravaged by the war. Some students were going home to families that would be missing important members. Some students were going home to no families at all.
Luna had heard rumors, whispers in the corridors, of people who planned to get home and stay home. Go on the run with their families; at least they'd all be together. She couldn't imagine giving up like that. Even though hiding and leaving Hogwarts under its current administration sounded like a good idea in theory, Luna knew that the DA needed her, that her friends needed her, that the castle itself needed her - and the rest of the DA members. They wouldn't give up; they'd be back after Christmas, no doubt about that.
Still, it was a bit of a relief that she would get to spend a few weeks at home, with her father. Luna had been so worried about him over the past few months, what with his Harry-sided Quibbler articles, his obvious bias. She definitely believed he was doing the right thing, but she still felt so much better now that she'd be able to see for herself that he was doing as alright as his somewhat-coded letters had said.
Luna had Floo'd into Ottery St. Catchpole from King's Cross, just as she always did when Xenophilius was working with a tight deadline and couldn't come to London to meet her, and had just said goodbye to Ginny while passing The Burrow when she felt it for the first time. Somehow... she felt, knew, could almost hear that she was being followed. Grip tightening on the handle to her trunk, she kept her gaze straight ahead, toward where she could see the silhouette of her home in the distance, and tried to keep even steps.
Nonetheless, she curled her fingers around her wand, which was tucked into her inside coat pocket, alert on all levels she could imagine. If there were somebody following her, she wasn't going to go down without a fight.