Voldemort/Luna drabble

[black_hat]

“You’ll never be special. You want it too much.”

The figure in the mirror glared at Luna from under a hood of dark hair. He had been in a foul mood during his captivity.

In the last moment of battle, his soul had flown the coop, and Luna had seen him. To others, it appeared as if Lord Voldemort was dead. But souls made lovely guides and happy butterflies.

Luna had a mirror in her pocket for such an occasion. She crept after his soul, and it coiled up like a serpent.

“Animam abduco.”

Then Luna had a new friend.