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Nellie left the dungeon with hope. Hope and a sinful need for revenge. Back up the stairs she went, not making a sound, save for that fucking bell. Nellie decided that she was fucking tired of stairs. Into the hallway now, back to the red carpeted corridors. Nellie also decided that the carpet was fucking ugly, and she was sick of looking at it. She looked around...'Now...where is that room...?" She ran down the corridor, all the way to the end, and knocked on a large hardwood door. She heard the footsteps coming to the door, along with the sound of glass breaking and a "Bloody fucking *hic* shit!" follow that. The door swung open.
"Wha--Oh! H-Harry s-s-s-aid that...um...y-you would *hic* be her-e s-soon...come in.."
Standing in the doorway was none other than that clumsy fool, Neville. Nellie quickly put on face and nodded. "Oh, Master talks of me? How fortunate am I?" She said, mustering up a faux blush and smiling shyly. She walked in the door and closed it behind her. The room was full of plants, every inch of the room was decorated with a different type of magical herb. Neville quickly whipped out his wand and muttered a repairing spell on a glass of firewhisky that he had dropped. "Firewhisky? Drowning out your sorrows or celebrating still after Lord Potter's grand victory?" Nellie asked. Neville hiccuped. Nellie smiled. Just on the verge of being shitfaced drunk. "F-Fuck...the vi-va- *hic* victory..." He slurred, slumping into a large chair close by. "Thi-ss ish for *hic* ..." Nellie rolled her eyes. She hated drunks...as Neville slurred on, explaining why he was drinking.. Nellie slunk towards him. Neville stopped talking and looked up at her. "H-ey..your *hic* fucking hot f-for a--oh, h-hell..." Nellie hand had already dexterously started working on the buttons of his black trousers. "May I play with your wand, Neville?" She purred seductively. Nevile threw his head back. "Fucking, y-yess..." Nellie laughed. "Alright then.." She chuckled. She slid the long wooden wand out of his pocket.
"Avada Kadavra..."
A red flash illuminated the room and he was dead..and Nellie had a wand...and that's all that mattered. Nellie loved the feel of the cold wood in her hand. Usually, she had no use for such a primitive instrument, for she could do spells just by thinking of them. But, since that scarred buffoon found a way to block her magic...she would have to just use the wand as needed. 'I will make them pay...I will make them all rue the day they fucked with the wrong witch.' She thought as she looked at the clock, which read eight 'o clock, and hurried down to the holding cells underneath the manor.
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Rudolphus had never looked worse, nonetheless, Nellie was elated to see him. While Nellie kept her calm resolve...Rudolphus did not.
"They bring you here, you: his Lordship's only daughter and hier to this...shack..and dress her up like a commonplace whore for their own amusement?!?"
He yelled and Nellie shushed him. "Calm, yourself Uncle, We have a plan...Father will rise once more..." She smiled wickedly as she explained the plan to her uncle. When she was done, Rudolphus looked at her with an insane look. "Tonight, we shall bathe in the blood of these self-righteous bastards..." Nellie nodded. "Indeed we will uncle...but here, you need this..." She handed him Neville's wand. "As you may have gathered, I am unable to use my powers, now Uncle...if you would please be so kind..." Nellie stood back. Rudolphus looked at Nellie as if she was a complicated Arithmancy problem.
"Revalo!"
All of a sudden, tight, oily black threads were swirling around Nellie. She tried touching them but they sliced her hand. "Hold tight there, Nellina!" Rudolphus called out. "This is strong, ancient magic...it will take some time..." Nellie started to feel weak, her knees soon gave out as the swarm of writhing black binds tightened around her. "Fucking Merlin! It's taking away your power..." Nellie looked at Rudolphus, the red slowly draining out or her eyes...it wasn't taking away her power...it was trying to steal her Horcrux inside her...
"Fucking do something before--Ah! Fuck!"
The threads attached to her arms, like long black leeches. They ripped through her skin and dissolved into her body, crawling into her mouth, nesting inside of her. Nellie felt more powerful then she ever felt before. As all the threads dispersed, Nellie sunk to the floor. Exhausted. Rudolphus rushed over to her.
"Nellina, Nellina! Are you alright?!"
Nellie's body gave one final lurch. She was now on her hands and knees. "I'm going to vomit..." She mumbled before she retched up an inky liquid onto the floor...
When she was finished, she looked up at her Uncle, he put a hand on her shoulder. "How do you feel?" He asked.
Nellie smiled, a black ooze dribbling down her chin, her eyes burned a vibrant red, they seemed to glow...
"...I feel like a million galleons.."