“ Where are we?” Ginny yelled, but it came out as just over a whisper. “Insanity, maybe.” Said a voice belonging to none other than Bellatrix. “No, then that would just be you!” Hermione says. “Oh, don’t be so sure of that....” Bellatrix replies. She morphs into Draco again. “I’m starting to think that she might have a point.” , Harry interjected. Draco yelled, looking like Draco, sounding like Bellatrix. “Look what we have here!” Draco/Bellatrix said. Luna. Tied to a chair floating in nothingness. Yes, nothingness. Not air. Not space. Not our atmosphere. Not anything. No state of matter, but existing slowly but surely. She was gagged magically and couldn’t speak. When the trio tried to untie her, the ropes burst into flames. They decided to push their luck by performing a Flame-Freezing charm and untying her anyway. It was not a success. It was fiendfire that was cast. Luna was screeching as she was burning to her death. Hermione lit up. “I have an idea!” She said. “Well, do it!” Luna exclaimed, panicked. Hermione touches Ginny, Harry, and Luna by the shoulder, and apparates. They were in the middle of a desert. To everyone’s relief, the chair, ropes, and flames did not come with. “Thank you.” Luna says, although she does not seem that grateful. “You’re welcome.” Harry and Ginny chorus, while Hermione stands there skeptically. They have the same thing for dinner that they had two breakfasts ago; Nutella on toast. Ginny passed pumpkin juices around. When she got to Luna, Luna said, “No thanks, I brought my own drink.” , and pulled a smaller black bottle out of her purse, but only drank a little. Hermione eyed her once again. That night, when Ginny was asleep, and Harry was buying food, Luna was awake, and so was Hermione. When Hermione was in the lavatory, Luna pulled out her wand. “Now’s my chance.” She muttered. “Avad-” Hermione got her from behind. “What was that?” She asked Luna menacingly. She nonverbally binded Luna with ropes, and woke Harry up. “What is it, Hermio- Why did you do that to Luna?” He asked, confused and puzzled. “She’s not Luna.” Replied Hermione, like it was the simplest thing in the world.