He Had It Coming

Chapter Four

A/N: Okay, people, prepare yourselves for a climax and some major turning of the proverbial tables! By the way, you'll have to invent your own story as to why the teachers have decided to carry on as normal when they usually go mental if a student goes missing or dies (I mean, God, what's their problem with killing people?) because I'm really not sure. I know it's bad writing of me, but... well, okay, I don't have an excuse: it's just bad writing. Also, I should mention that all the characters are modelled on the characters in the book instead of the film, except Bellatrix, because Helena Bonham Carter is awesome. But anyway, back to the story!

Chapter the Fourth

One cloudy afternoon, Luna was walking towards her thestrals - bearing only pork and lamb, left over from lunch (she hadn't encountered any suitable victims that day...so far) - when she realised she was being followed. She turned around sharply, wand poised, unforgivable curse on her lips when:

"Stupefy!" yelled the stalker, knocking Luna unconcious.

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When she came to, Luna was in a dark, freezing cold room, with only a small fire for light and heat. She tried to scream, but her mouth was secured with spellotape, and her hands were bound tightly behind her back. she hammered her feet against the floor, and made as wide a vocal range as pssible given her current limitations.

"Oh, shut up, will you?" spat a voice she recognised. Her captor was Draco Malfoy.

"Draco!" hissed another voice, this time a woman's, "It's ready. Give me the girl."

Draco smirked, ripped the tape from her face and dragged her to the centre of the room, where a large cauldron bubbled menacingly.

"Where am I, what do you want from me and what the Hell is that?"

"Well, Miss Lovegood," replied Bellatrix Lestrange, drawing a long, blood-stained knife, "The Dark Lord found out about a potion of invincibility, which makes the drinker near-enough-as-makes-no-difference immortal. Very dark magic, that is. The last ingredient it needs is the blood of a young girl. What with all the disappearances of late, Draco said that nobody would notice if you went missing...so, shall we?" Before Luna could answer, she raised the knife above his head and...

"Stupify!"

The door burst open, and chaos erupted. Shots of multicolour sparks flew around, and the room all but crashed down around their ears. Bellatrix had been hit by the first spell fired, and Draco appeared to have scarpered when he realised he was outnumbered by the new arrivals.

As the last sparkles faded into nothingness, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville came into view, squinting in the half-light.

"Luna!" Ginny cried, spotting her friend in the rubble and hurrying over to help her, "Luna! Are you alright?"

"I... I think so. How did you...?"

"Know you were here?" she finished, pushing away some of the debris, "Well, Harry had a sort of...vision about you being here and-" Ginny stopped short, her eyes growing wide in horror.

"What? What's the matter?" asked Hemione, walking towards them.

Ginny brushed away a bit more of the fallen brickwork, and pointed wordlessly at the problem.

Bellatrix's knife was sticking out of Luna's chest.