Trussed
The Rage
Before Neville could assemble the core Order members, the basement erupted in a loud anguished roar.
“Merlin,” he clenched his wand tightly. “Please don't let her be dead.” He whispered as Ron Weasley tore down the basement stairs. Luna Lovegood ducked out of the way as the redhead literally came flying back up through the door, and even in his shock Neville managed to cast a cushioning charm.
“Accidental magic.” Even the ever calm Luna looked worried, and she held a protego steady in front of her as she descended the stairs.
Harry screamed in anger and was about to start smashing bottles when Luna hit him with a petrificus totalus. He hit the wall, and though still as a board, she could see the rage boiling in his green eyes.
Luna levitated Harry up into the large foyer to hear Neville relaying what had happened to Kingsley Shacklebolt and Seamus Finnegan, both wide eyed but clearly just woken from sleep.
She reversed her hold on Harry and he immediately turned on the spot. When he didn't feel the tug of apparition in his belly he let out another scream and smashed his fist into the wall.
“Harry!” Ron cried, and Neville was glad Luna had thought to put up an anti-apparition ward before heading down into the basement.
Luna grasped Harry’s arm and he almost threw her off of him, but seemed to come back to himself in time.
“Harry.” She put her hands on either side of his face. “Is Hermione alive?” She asked slowly, and he blinked back tears.
“Yes.” He whispered, and there were collective sighs and murmurings of relief in the group. Only Neville stiffened.
“What's happening to her then?” He reluctantly asked, and Harry’s eyes darkened.
“I'm going to kill Malfoy.” He tore himself away from Luna and stormed into the living room, overturning a table in the process.
They stood in silence as the sounds of things breaking echoed down the hallway, and Ron clenched his fists.
“What's Malfoy done?” He demanded, and Neville and Luna shared a worried look.
“Somebody needs to view the memory that can look at it more objectively than us.” Luna declared thoughtfully, ignoring Ron’s question. “There might be valuable information.”
Neville nodded, and sent a Patronus to Alastor Moody.