"They've taken her," Lovegood said with a pathetic sort of nod, now that he'd been found out. "You have to understand, Potter, I tried to support you. I did. When the Prophet was blasting you at every turn, and Luna wrote me to help, I helped! When the Headmistress wanted to use the paper this year to keep countering their lies, I did that too. I said in the front of every issue that any wizard who’s against You-Know-Who ought to make helping Harry Potter their number-one priority. But then - "
He broke off, sitting the tray of sandwiches down on the table.
"Then you came to their attention," Hermione prompted, because she wanted him to finish the story, and quickly enough that they knew what was coming, even if she could guess by this point.
"They sent someone, prissy little fellow, to convince me to be quiet. I told them I wouldn't, and then the next thing I know my Luna she was... she was missing."