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Her hands trembled as she continued to stare at the crumpled parchment—rage—confusion boiled to the surface of her skin as her vision blurred.
Lu, I’m afraid our relationship must come to an end. I know this may feel abrupt, but I do hope you understand. The Malfoys have arranged a more suitable match for me, someone who aligns better with my family's expectations—who could provide me with a proper heir. It would bring much shame to my family name if we were to continue; therefore, this must be goodbye.
Please understand this is for the best.
No signature.
No further explanation beyond his usual avoidant behaviour, but he had loved her once, before her stay at the manor. Surely she had not changed that much.
“You’re scaring me, Lu. You whisper things to me in my sleep—terrible, awful things. If you’d just tell me what happened to you in the dungeons, maybe I could—” She had silenced him with a quick spell, fear splashed across his face as his eyes widened with fear.
“You ask things of me that I simply cannot do, Theodore. You say you want to help, but you’re too late. They all were.” She paused, her hands shaking violently as she stroked his cheek. The warmth of his flush felt like pinpricks on her pallid flesh. With a squeeze to his jaw, he relaxed his head into her palm, tears pooling in his eyes as he exhaled heavily in defeat.
The tone of her voice was different now, everything had changed, and she could feel what was left of her barely beating heart ache as she choked out her words, “Please don’t leave me, Theodore. You’re all I have left of the girl you once knew.”
Things changed after that night, but he wouldn’t have left her—he promised, and he was always good on his word. Her head spun the more that she thought about it; the verbiage didn’t quite match Theo’s typical demeanour.
The Malfoys, the root of all anguish that had plagued her life.
Everything could be traced back to them—that final evening under the full blood moon changed the trajectory of her life forever; it had stolen parts of her that no amount of healing potions could repair.
Her fingers pricked with static as her anger built. Brows pinched together in deep thought. Feeling the sting of a darkened, clawed hand rip itself from her belly.
The velvety voice that often comforted her in times of need, the very one that haunted her dreams, muttered in her ear, “Hadn’t they taken enough from you already? Your parents, your life—your innocence.”
Her body shuddered as she recalled the nights spent in the dungeons, hoping someone—anyone would hear her screams as she begged for mercy.
How on that final night she lay for hours in the dirt as she prayed for a God to take mercy upon her soul, she’d give it to them willingly, and she did.
The inky black swirls danced across its taloned hand as it beckoned her, lifting her from her burial spot with ease as it whispered promise of a great power—a purpose.
Revenge.
He had become her friend as the years passed, her companion. She felt his power caress her magical core as its grip tightened around her soul.
The Malfoys continued to be too confident—too comfortable. Their apparent involvement was painted all over the note that now littered the floor.
Her companion burrowed beneath her sternum, gnashing teeth as it dug its way further inside of her “How dare they do this to you! Ignorant, foolish mortals too blind to see what they had done, who they had awakened, but you, my pet, will be their greatest downfall.”
The unknown, however, now familiar voice purred again, “They must atone for their sins.”
He often quoted the Muggle religious literature she had grown quite fond of over the years.
He was right; they had lived hidden from the shadows of their sins for far too long.
Theodore would never leave her, he had said it himself only a few nights before, or had it been longer? It did not matter; he loved her, and they would be together no matter the cost.
Pain suddenly ripped through her body as she looked down upon the small puddle of blood beneath her. She had been squeezing the letter opener, oblivious to the pain as it dug into her palm. Luna grinned as she felt the blood drip down her fingers. No one—especially not the Malfoys would stand in her way from her Wizard.
He belonged to her; she had earned him.
Luna’s skin turned to gooseflesh as she felt the caress of her shadow run up and down her spine, as it whispered instructions on how she could bring Theodore back to her.
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Malfoy Manor was reduced to ash on a cold October evening—not a single body recovered; a lingering stench of dark magic loomed over the rubble, but The Wizarding World quickly reduced it to a quarrel between the remaining Death Eaters. Most claimed whoever had committed the act was simply doing their dilapidated society a favour, for one couldn’t rebuild without first removing the rot.
There was no funeral, no headstone—no purpose in an empty grave. No one would have visited anyhow.
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Luna sat quietly, staring at her husband from across their dining room table, smiling as she glanced down at the Nott family heirloom on her left finger. Everything was perfect.
With all the Notts presumed dead, no one kept up on their vaults, no one missed the ring, and more than half the Galleons were missing. She had found the perfect cottage hidden deep within a forest off the coast. Not even the bravest of souls would dare search for them here, surrounded by the whispering darkwood; they would remain undetected.
Theodore was not too keen on their new location at first, always attempting to leave.
Luna did not understand why he would want to leave her; she loved him, and he loved her.
Often when Theo was lost in a fit, the baritone, almost commanding voice would return, louder now than ever before.
“Just a little longer, and he will be yours forever. He will see. Patience, my pet.”
Luna could be patient.
She would tie him to the dining room chair across from her, her eyes locked on the ocean-blue depths of his own as she served their dinner, “Such a silly boy, always getting so confused.”
The Malfoys had undoubtedly done a number on him; it had nothing to do with the off-colouring of his morning tea.
It started with a drop or two, just enough to loosen him up.
“My head feels a little heavy, Lu. Would you lie with me for a while?”
His question pleased her. A lowly purr vibrated in her chest at his request.
Theodore Nott should be thanking her for all she does for him, taking care of him—he doesn’t need to make any choices. No, that’s simply too much of a burden for him.
A burden she is more than happy to bear until the time was right, but she’d carry his weight forever if it meant she’d get to keep him.
Luna Nott had the most wonderful Husband:
Affectionate: He never wanted to disappoint her—he does not want to be punished. Let her take him whenever she pleases, and sometimes, if he’s good, she will let him finish, but not inside. Not until it was time.
Obedient: He ensures he drinks his tea every morning and night, and the fuzziness in his head is now just his new normal. He never wanders outside without her. He could get lost. He needs her. He never questions how they got here or if they will ever leave, for her love is all he truly needs.
Heat bloomed in her chest as she embraced their new normal, her companions' shadowy tendrils woven tight in between her bones, often dictating her like a marionette as he whispered promises of her wildest dreams coming true.
Luna had always been a dreamer.
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Luna had always loved the warmth that coloured the Autumn moon. Sparks shot out from the fire beneath her cauldron as she added the final ingredients—rosehips, jasmine, and a small vial containing her pubic hair.
The dark liquid shifted to a blood-red hue; it was nearly ready.
Theodore Nott would belong to her for all eternity, the thick potion she had so tediously brewed would bind their souls—their magic belonging to one another until the universe ceased to exist.
A sinister grin spread across Luna’s face as she glanced at the brunette. He was still attempting to scream despite the silencing charm, while his limbs were tied to the old oak chair.
Only a bit longer, my love, and then we’ll be together forever, just like we always wanted.
Theo continued to thrash, spitting as Luna resumed adding her final touches to the potion, and with a flick of her nimble fingers, the solution glowed mysteriously in a burgundy vial.
She swirled the vial in the pale moonlight as Luna inspected her concoction.
It was never supposed to be this way.
This was their only option.
For what was a life worth living if in mourning for a love that would have never faltered had the world not been so cruel?
“Perfect”, she mumbled as tears welled in her eyes, and with a deep inhale, her crystalline eyes, so pale they almost looked white in the light, met Theodore’s deep blues.
Her arms longed to hold him, comfort him, but she needed not risk him escaping again.
There would be plenty of time for that later.
Her companion had assured her of this.
It was time, the moon almost at its peak. The bitter irony was not lost upon her that her life had ended to be reborn again, all beneath the very same moon; this would be no different. Another cycle would begin today, only this time she was here by choice, and with Theodore by her side, she could endure the eternity she had to look forward to.
Theo’s eyes widened in terror as the earth creaked, tree debris snapping with Luna’s every step.
The palpable fear on his face excited her—he’d learn to love her again.
He had to.
He did not have a choice.
Luna summoned her wand as she straddled him, her cunt soaking the silk of his pants as she relished in the way his bloodied chest seemed to glow in moonlight—the friction from his thrashing rubbing against her clit most deliciously as her companion's magic clouded her veins, making her dizzy.
“Immobulus”, she whispered as his body stilled beneath her. The power was exhilarating—she deserved to take what she wanted, what had been robbed from her.
“Good boy,” she purred as she uncorked the ominous vial before wedging her fingers between his lips until she could gently pry his mouth open. “To forever,” she moaned as she poured the liquid onto his tongue.
He never flinched or spit it back, but with the charm in place, she knew it would work this time.
She had explained her potions to him multiple times, although he had a tendency to forget once they took effect—his mind shifting to focus solely on her.
Just how she liked it.
But she had lied to him about this one, only explaining half of its purpose; he wouldn’t have needed the details anyhow.
The binding of their souls–that part was true, but what she had kept from him was the powerful love potion she had brewed alongside it.
She pulled a matching vial from her pocket, this one a mixture of their blood, his semen and the dirt from the very spot in which all of this had begun, where she had been defiled—where her companion had come to her and made he whole once more.
It burned as she swallowed it down, her eyes burned as she gagged, spit dripping from her mouth as the metallic tang lingered on her tongue. Shadows formed around their bodies as dread spread down her spine. The faint laughter from the companion echoed through the trees, causing her to shiver as the companion's satisfaction bloomed in her chest.
It would no longer matter if he wanted to love her or not. He would, forever, just as he would have had the Malfoys not intervened.
His sole purpose in life would be to love and protect her, to give his life for her if needed, but that wouldn’t be necessary as their only enemies were held in chains beneath the floorboards.
Waving her hand to remove the charms that had held him still, she relaxed onto his chest and smiled softly as she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her tightly into his body and inhaling her scent. She could feel his cock hardening—throbbing against her cunt, and she whimpered from the pressure.
Everything would be perfect. “We’ll be perfect.”
Theodore would never leave her. He couldn’t, even if he tried.
“My darling boy, I need you,” she pleaded, her fingers threaded through his hair as her lips ghosted across his skin. “So perfect for me,” she whispered, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Luna swirled her hips, pressing her aching cunt against him harder. She needed more; her voice growing hoarse with every moan and incantation until Theo pulled her lips to his, swallowing her cries as if he were trying to consume her whole.
She could feel the sting of claws tearing her skin, guiding her hips as visions of rot and decay flooded through her mind. Muttered commands that they both seemed to hear before they were both stripped of their clothing.
Theo tore his mouth from hers, eyes completely black while devotion poured from his tongue; words she had once thought were a long-lost dream danced around them between his moans.
He was desperate, fingers digging into her thighs, his face a mixture of pain and lust as he rutted against her with a rabid pace. She was overwhelmed, vision blurred, while Theo begged her to use him until she soaked the entirety of his lap with her orgasm, spurring him on until his lap was drenched in a mixture of their blood and arousal, and with a swiftness, he lifted her onto his cock, thrusting at a punishing pace while their companion sang in approval.
Their bodies slumped together, and the faint pang of worry that had nestled into her mind faded away as she pressed her forehead to his sweat-soaked brow. They had deserved this—she deserved this, and their companion would reward them. Lifting her head to cradle his jaw, she whispered, “See, I told you that you could trust me. Now, we will never be apart. I’ll never lose you again. Blessed Samhain, Theodore.”
His face was pained almost as if something were trying to resist, but it was no use; the words poured from his tongue like a rich wine, “I love you, Luna. Blessed Samhain.”
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As Luna looks out the window, she smiles to herself and clenches the letter Theodore wrote to her years ago. The Malfoys may have attempted to rip him from her grasp, but they underestimated her.
She turns to see her husband standing in the doorway, his goofy smile showing off his dimples. Gods, she loved this man. She’d never let anyone take him from her again; she’d end them both before she would let him go.
Thankfully, the nightmares stopped for him after the first year—he thanked Luna for that as well. He didn’t need to know hers had only become louder—the darkness spreading like an illness throughout every scene.
By the two-year mark following the ritual, Theodore had become a loving and devoted husband. He may have moments where he can’t quite remember how they got here, or his head becomes a little too clouded, but Luna is always there.
“I love you like nobody else can.” She’d whisper to him every night before sleep would take her, and he believed her—or at least his companion's magic that had now cocooned itself around them both encouraged him to.
“Theodore, love? Would you mind going down to the cellar to silence the Malfoys? They’re becoming quite noisy, and I’d like to enjoy my morning with you.” Her voice was always soft and sweet when she spoke to him. Crossing the room to take his hand in hers, she presses it to her lips. Her magic tingled from the blush that spread across his cheeks. “I promise you’ll be rewarded. I’ll even let you choose.” His eyes lit up as his body practically vibrated in excitement. It was rare she let him choose his treat, but she was in a giving mood, knowing he’d decide to have her take his cock in whatever form she pleased.
A win-win situation for them both.
He squeezed her hand before leaning forward to kiss her cheek, “I’ll make sure those disgusting Malfoys do not disturb you, my love.”
The excitement in his eyes made her thighs clench. He loved to please her. Always so pliant and needy, and only for her.
As it always should have been.
Luna’s voice is now soft and low. “Such a good boy for me, so eager to make me happy. Take this for me, love. Lucius may be more accommodating to my request if he is without a tongue, but bring it to me. I have special plans for it.” She handed him a small silver dagger, the same rusted dagger that she had used to kill Theodore’s father with.
His face paled slightly as he looked at the decorated handle. She often showed him this dagger, explaining in great detail how Nott Sr. made the perfect offering to their companion, granting them magic beyond comprehension.
Powerful, baneful magic to avenge those who had harmed her—magic she manipulated to bring Theo home with her.
“Don’t you want to show me your appreciation, Theo? I’ve taken such good care of you. Anyone this dagger was used on was trying to take you away from me. Is that what you wanted?” Her voice had gone quieter and pitchier–almost a whine- and she knew it was working by the pleading look in his eyes. With a firm hand, he took the dagger from her hands entirely before kissing her firmly; his tears dripping onto her face had her knickers soaked.
“I’d do anything for you, Lu. I’ll be so good for you. Please let me do this for you. I’ll take care of the Malfoys. Let me have a little fun with them?” Her heart fluttered at his devotion to her, all the way to her cunt.
“My sweet Theodore. So devoted to me, so eager to please. Don’t go too crazy on the Malfoys; I want to keep them around for as long as possible. I still have so much fun planned for them. Bring me Lucius’s tongue, then you can keep me nice and full while you tell me all about it. You’ve done such a good job tending to them for me all these years; it's almost time for the next step. So what do you say?”
With a cherry red face, Theo blurted ‘Thank Yous’ as he skipped all the way down to the cellar.
Luna lounged in the vintage chaise, a twisted smile formed on her lips while she basked in the echoes of their screams.
Revenge was bittersweet; the thrill had long been lost, becoming a price she had no choice but to pay.
If only they knew now the consequences of what they had done—the consequences of her need for vengeance.
If they had known the depth of her love for Theodore Nott, none of them would be here now.
She glanced over to her potions table in the far corner of the room, the limbs of the newly planted oleander tree rustled with the wind, gently caressing the window as she sighed, and from the bloom you will both eat in the ultimate act of devotion.
Her grin widened as she heard the pop of the potions boil to completion.
The companion's voice was gritty, loud—commandeering as he spoke into her ear, “From your loins you will grow my seed, devastating humanity as we know it, but you will never be rid of me—you think he loves you, my dear? Only because I made it so. He abandoned you, but I was there, I’ll always be there.”
Luna’s body convulsed as she fell to the floor, blood dripping from her nose as she covered her ears.
I’ve let you have your fun, but now it’s time for repayment.
A child born of shadows and malice would bring ruin to all.
The world may have forgotten what had been taken from her, and soon she would, too.
Come along, my pet, for is this not what you wanted? Your husband will be back soon, and you both have a job to do.
Tears flowed down her cheeks as she watched her husband, smiling proudly ear to ear as he carried various parts of their prisoners atop a silver platter, presenting it before her as if she herself were his altar.
She glanced back at the oleander tree, recounting her long-forgotten botany skills. A few more years of this, until they would finally be free—what remained of Luna Lovegood longed for the young boy with chocolate curls and sapphire eyes who had promised he would love her forever.
Her hands trembled as she took his hand in hers, eyes scanning his face as their stare said more than words they would ever be afforded in this life, “I love you.”
His voice was quiet as he spoke, gently squeezing her hand as he said, “I’ll never leave you, Luna. I love you, until there’s nothing left of us.”