The Visitor
Luna exits the boat with determination. The now Dementor-less Azkaban looms in front of her. It is manned by the Aurors instead. And it is housing the only person left who knew her mother.
And then one of her childhood friends is walking towards her.
"State your name and business," Ron Weasley says, giving her a knowing look.
"Luna Lovegood," she says, even though there is a tremble in his voice. "Here to visit Evan Rosier."
"Then proceed," Ron says, finally cracking a smile. "But you should bring an escort, just in case."
Normally, Luna would have found his worry adorable, but not today. Today she just wants some answers, so she just nods curtly and starts to walk forward at a brisk pace.
It takes her a while to find the right cell, but she eventually manages. In this section, the cells are padded with thick walls, and only a small window allows for communication between the prisoners and their visitors. Luna supposes it is understandable, given how this section houses Voldemort's supporters.
Before she could move, the window is opened, and she finds herself staring at the face of an old man.
"Pandora, is that you?" a hoarse voice whispers.
"No," Luna says. "I am Luna, her daughter."
"Oh," the voice says. "You look just like her...my little sister...I...it was because of her that I joined Voldemort...you see...she wanted me to protect him...her first love...and I figured the best way to do it would be to join the Death Eaters myself...I didn't know the full extent of what they were doing until it was too late...too late to back out...So I fought back the only way I could...we all did...but I couldn't even protect either of them in the end...she died...and he lost his soul to those horrid creatures..."
"Tell me more," Luna asks.
"I feel that my time will soon come," Evan says. "I feel that the death is approaching in my bones. But I will tell you what I can before it happens, and I will leave you my memories to fill in the rest. I am looking forward to finally being reunited with her at long last..."
-x-
Evan and Pandora Rosier looked at Platform 9 3/4 for the first time, excitement clearly written on their faces. There were a lot of young wizards and witches milling about as well.
"What house do you think we'll be in?" Evan asks.
"Ravenclaw," Pandora says, sighing dreamily. "Every oddball ends up in Ravenclaw, and us Rosiers are oddballs."
"Maybe you are," Evan teases. "But I am more of a realist."
"That doesn't preclude you from being in Ravenclaw," Pandora pouts. "I don't want to be separated from you, big brother."
"Me neither, little sister," Evan says sincerely. "But these things just happen sometimes..."
Much to his chagrin, his sister doesn't speak to him for the rest of the train ride. He loves her, but sometimes his little sister could be quite a handful.