Lansy One Shots

Devotion (to Duty)

Summary: The Dark Lord may have an eye for new talent, but Pansy has plans of her own.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to eeyore9990 & Leela on Ao3

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Luna sat with her back to the outer wall, feeling the damp pressing against her jumper. The sound of footfalls echoed from the stone stairwell, and she glanced up, her finger going still in the dirt floor. A half-formed face smiled up at her, unfinished.

She got to her feet, straightening as much as possible without hitting her head, and walked slowly toward the centre of the room, putting herself in view of the barred door and anyone coming down the stairs towards it. She'd learned her lesson about hiding; her cheek was still tender to the touch.

The door creaked open, and a shadowy figure stumbled through it. Luna ignored the clang as the door was shut and locked again, her attention fully focused on the fact that she was no longer alone.

"Hello?" Her hand went to her throat, massaging it. She'd not realized how long it had been since she'd last used her voice until it nearly failed her.

Walking towards the crumpled figure, Luna was relieved to see that her new cellmate was none other than Mr Ollivander. Who was, oddly enough, her old cellmate. They'd taken him long before they'd snatched her from school. She reached out, wanting to feel his head for injuries when she noticed the condition of her hands. The nail-beds were blackened with dirt from the floor and the thin skin along the backs was dotted with irregular bruises and scratch marks.

Mr Ollivander's eyelids flinched a few times before slowly lifting to show rheumy eyes. "Miss Lovegood," he wheezed. "Look what they've done to you, child. I would say that I cannot believe they've stooped so low, but my current appearance would suggest otherwise."

Luna smiled softly and brushed his wiry hair back from his forehead. "Your glasses are gone. Did they take them?"

Ollivander raised a shaking hand and patted at the bulging pocket of his shirt. "Ah. No worries. There they are." He shifted on the ground, grimacing as he pushed himself to a sitting position. "I took them off as soon as I heard one of those goons on the stairs."

Luna pulled the thick-lensed glasses from Ollivander's pocket and opened them before sliding them carefully atop his nose, taking a moment to affix the earpieces properly. "Better?" she asked, ignoring the thin crack that nearly bisected the left lens. There wasn't anything they could do about it, so no use crying over botched potions.

"Infinitely. Thank you, dear." He sounded distracted and was no longer paying her any attention, his gaze straying to the farthest, darkest corner of the cellar. Luna glanced over as well, a small smile curving her lips.

"The Nargles have taken good care of your ... pet."

His shoulders lifted a bit, as if a weight had been taken from them. "They didn't find it?"

Luna crawled over to a small mound of dirt and dug through it until her fingers wrapped around several small lengths of wood--roots from one of the trees planted too close to the foundations of the house they were in. "They didn't even look for it," she said, her voice hushed. "Have you found anything suitable for a core?"

"Not yet. But You-Know-Who hasn't found what he's looking for either, so they'll be letting me out again soon. I'm sure of it."

Going back to his side, Luna pressed the wood into his hands and began speaking in low tones, telling him of everything she'd done and heard while he was gone.