Okiie guys, this is currently a oneshot but if anyone likes it then i'm more than willing to make more of it :)
I don't Own anything to do with HP!

Draco stared at the window, watching the rain run helplessly down the glass. The grey sky outside matched him perfectly he thought, rather unhappily.

Bellatrix strode into the room; eye's glinting maliciously as she spotted him. "Draco, I'm bored." She pouted. Draco turned to watch his crazed Aunt, who was circling the room as if he was prey. "Come play with your Auntie Draco." She coaxed gleefully.

Draco was slightly confused as to what the deranged woman meant by 'play' and was hesitant to go near her. Bellatrix, growing impatient, hooked her arm into her pale nephews and pulled him towards the dungeon staircase. "Let's go play with Auntie's pretty dolls." She purred happily.

By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs Bellatrix was ecstatic. She had her wand out and was planning scenes for her 'dolls' in her head. She swung the door open and peered into the darkness, mad eyes searching for the dark lord's prisoners.

She spotted Ollivander and the Goblin slumped against the far wall. She closed the distance between them and shouted "Imperio!" The two prisoner's eyes met and were filled with hate. "Look Draco! They're fighting for the girl!" As the words left her mouth, the Goblin sprang at the old man, clawing at his face, driven by the curse that was causing the Dark Lord's most faithful servant such glee. "Bring the girl Draco." Bellatrix commanded.

Draco wandered through the dark, his corpse like skin bright against the gloom. "Draco?" A dreamy voice asked. He looked to down, startled to see Luna sitting cross-legged on the floor, her hair almost touching the floor. "What are you doing here?" She asked plainly.

Draco checked quickly to make sure his aunt wasn't watching. "This is my house." He choked out, barley a whisper.

"Is it?" She mused, "You have quite a few house guests then." Draco felt the sudden need to sneer at the girl.

"Those aren't house guests! They're all Death Eaters!" He felt like throttling the girls neck, make her feel his pain.

"I wish I had house guests, Daddy and I don't get a lot of visitors." She ignored him, her voice growing distant. He felt her owl like eyes rest on him. "What do you want Draco?" The question struck Draco dumbfounded. His mouth opened like a fish. What did he want?

"Good, you found her!" Bellatrix stalked up giggling. She pulled Luna to her feet and held her in place by the back of her neck. "So Draco, who does the princess choose?" Draco looked at the two prisoners still fighting, both now covered in blood.

"Umm… neither of them?" Draco asked hopefully, looking back at Luna who was swaying to silent beat. His Aunt frowned thoughtfully.

"Fine," A grin spread across her face, "She takes her own life then so she doesn't have to be with them." Luna didn't seam to be hearing what Draco was. "Another win for our princess." Bellatrix whispered into Luna's ear.

"But we can't kill her! She's a prisoner. What about the dark l-" Draco worried, the blonde girl was his school mate for god's sake! Bellatrix frowned again looking down at her nephew.

"You're no fun." She hissed, giving Draco a whack to the back of the head. "But," She whispered hungrily, "We can always pretend." She turned to Draco. "Make her hurt." She gazed at Luna who was now looking at the two as if they had just arrived.

"Do it Draco, make your Auntie proud." Bellatrix spoke, moving her nephew's wand hand so that it was pointed at Luna chest. Draco hestitated. "If you don't, then I will!" Bellatrix said pulling out her wand.

Draco's hand shook, surely his Aunt would kill the girl. "Crucio." His voice wobbled, but the effect was the same. The blonde girl shrieked and fell to the floor, writhing in pain. She pulled at her hair and bit her lip.

He felt his Aunt wrap her arms around him in a hug but he held strong, giving her what she wanted. Bellatrix giggled and stroked his hair. "See, that was fun." She whispered as Draco dropped his wand.

Luna didn't move, she lay with her eyes scrunched closed, blood on her hands where her nails dug into her skin. Her eyes fluttered open; a mad look was about her, more so than usual. He opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out. His aunt pulled him back towards the stairs, the blonde girls terror filled gaze watched him the whole way.

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