Remembering

Luna fell to the floor after a sharp strike across her mouth. The rich taste of blood flooded her mouth within an instant.

A masked figure stood over her and leveled his wand to her chest. Before he could mutter an incantation, Luna lifted her wand to his concealed identity.

"Levicorpus!" she cried, flicking her wand gracefully.

The Death Eater was immediately swept off his feet and hurled into the darkness above her. His scream was echoed throughout the large department; Luna smiled triumphantly.

Luna got to her feet and began to look for others, but came to a sudden halt as she heard footsteps moving towards her. She felt her grip on her wand constrict as she waited uneasily for the person to come into her sight.

Slowly but surely, a blond haired figure appeared from the dark fog. To Luna's surprise, his wand was not out. He approached her confidently as his walking stick hit the hard flooring fiercely with each step he took.

His lips tugged into a sinister smirk. "Lovegood, isn't it?" he inquired.

Luna remained silent as she gazed towards him vacantly.

Lucius finally came to a stop and casually examined the head of a gemmed snake that sat on the top of his cane.

"You must be the smartest of the lot, being in Ravenclaw." he sneered.

Luna tapped her wand against the side of her leg. "No, I'm not. Hermione is the brightest," she said in her dreamy tone.

Lucius rolled his eyes. "That filthy Mudblood can't possibly be as smart as you think she is," he scoffed.

"Take care of what you say," Luna threatened. But, her voice being as soft as it was, the threat sounded more like a polite suggestion.

Lucius waved a hand lazily, dismissing her remark. "I am curious as to what a Ravenclaw is doing with a troublesome group of Gryffindors," he said pointedly.

"We don't limit ourselves to only being friends with people who reside in our own house; unlike Slytherins," she said quietly.

Lucius chuckled darkly. "If that's what you believe," he said doubtfully, starting to circle her. "Tell me, have you noted any hint of differences between you and your peers?" he asked nonchalantly.

Luna sighed. "I'm guessing Draco has told you my nickname, hasn't he?"

Lucius raised his eyebrows. "No, I am afraid he hasn't," he said coolly.

She frowned slightly. "Then why would you ask?"

Lucius stood close behind her and hesitated for a moment. "How much do you remember about your mother?" he asked in a whisper.

"Only a little; she died when I was nine. Why?" she asked, taken aback. Luna turned around to him and noted his eyes were to the floor. Curious. It was almost as if he were ashamed.

He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by another voice that came towards them. Luna glanced over her shoulder and saw Neville stumbling toward her.

"Luna? What are you standing around here for?" he demanded.

She turned back to look at Lucius, but he was nowhere in sight. He disappeared before Neville could see he was even there.

"C'mon, Luna! We have to find the others!" Neville cried, running up to her and tugging at her hand urgently.

Luna ran behind him, but her thoughts were in disarray. She repeated his question in her head like a broken record player. How much do you remember about your mother?

It seems that she didn't remember as much as she believed she did about her own mother.