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Entry Thirty-One
January 31, 2001
I am so dedicated to make sure I get these entries in. Call me stupid, but I am. I am laying down and writing because my whole body is sore. I had some bones and cuts healed. I had my inspection today with the Dark Lord, damn snake face bastard. First, I hate the place he is at, I don't know whose manor he took over, but it was disgusting. The stench was unbearable, I kept gagging by the time we got to the room where snake face was, I was dry heaving. It smelled like stale air mixed with rotting carcasses. I'm sure everyone of these fuckers in that room had a charm placed on themselves so they won't smell this shit. I glared at Lucius because obviously he wasn't affected by it. As I kept gagging every time I would inhale because I had to breath. There was slim on the floor, because I kept slipping as we walked into the main room. One of these idiots probably know a cleaning charm to clean this place up a bit, but no, they let it fester into the disgusting state its in now.
While worry about breathing, I was grabbed by the hair at the base of my hair line, and I seen it was ol' Bella. I couldn't help say, Hey Bella, I thought someone did you in. I haven't seen you at my several last inspections, and the grip on my hair got tighter as I was dragged before our Dark Lord, our Lord and Savior. Belletrix then turned and slapped me across the face and got called a bitch. I wipe the blood at the corner of my lips and said fuck you too, fucking cunt. I always enjoy the crazy in her eyes. Before she could retaliate, good ol' Voldy told her to stand down, and like the dumb twitchy bitch she is, got back in line with the rest of the Death Eaters. I don't know where that spark of confidence came from but it all fizzled away once I remembered why I was there.
Usually, I could care less what I wear, but today I made sure I wore a long sleeve water proof shirt and leggings what were water proof as well, and socks. The reason is because the several times, I was crawling around on the floor, getting all that disgusting slim all over me and the smell would not come off my skin for days. I showered probably four times a day and sat in the bathtub in the morning and in the evening. This time I came prepared. I was hosted up spread eagle, which was unnecessary, but whatever, I guess. I don't know why I was being so cocky, I asked if I could be charmed not to smell the room, and I was slapped in the face instead. So, I was breathing through my mouth, like a major mouth breather. It helped a little, but my eyes were watery from the smell. Voldy went about his business doing his spells to check the chains, they were glowing golden and burning my skin. Then I felt a sharp pain in my head, I knew he was doing Legilimency, but I only brough forth my depressive state, crying, and being completely pitiful. I had so much of those memories, so I let him roam around freely. That's the only upside to this, I am still capable of keeping my mind sharp, so he can't break though the walls I've built.
This took forever, and my head was throbbing by the time he was done. I was slump on the grimy floor, my hands shaking and breathing hard. I started vomiting and I could feel blood coming out of my nose. That's when I heard his raspy hissy voice, "I see you haven't been trying to use your magic Mrs. Nott." Like hell I'd show him, I'd be laid out again in pain. I glared up at him, and wipe the vomit off my lips. I could only see his ugly crimson color eyes glaring down at me filled with hate and greed. Sometimes I think he might try to drink my blood the way he did with those unicorns. Like a fucking creature in his ugly red eyes. That's when I felt that damn cruciatus curse spread through all my muscles and I screamed out in pain. It felt like my whole body was cramping up, and I couldn't do anything about it, as I continued to scream in pain until my throat was raw. That was when he finally stopped. I laid on that grimy floor, not able to pick myself up as I vomited over and over, until I was dry heaving. That's when I felt a pair of hands lift me up from under my pits, I could not get my footing, my body was limp, and I was picked up. I started to thrash around because I felt so vulnerable and who dared to pick me up in such an intimate manner. That's when I seen my husband's eyes under his mask, and I stopped. I felt the stinging in my eyes, and silent tears began to spill out as I leaned into his nook.
We apparated back to Malfoy Manor and went straight to my room, where a bath was already ready for me. Theo sat me down on the toilet and began to strip my clothes off me and placed me in the bath. I could feel the tingling through out my limbs and body as the potions did their job. I had Theo wash my hair four times and scrubbed my body several times. It was already dark outside when I was put in bed, and I ask for my diary, and here I am writing about my experiences. I came out of it better than I thought.
Now I am going to take some dreamless sleeping draught and calming draught.
Relieved Mrs. Nott