bellatrix lestrange (bellatrixyou) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-06-23 02:04:00 |
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Who: Bellatrix Lestrange
What: Waking up from her coma thing
Where: Wherever the fuck they put people
When: Wednesday night
Warnings: Violence.
Never let it be said that Bellatrix Lestrange was in her right mind. Over the past couple of weeks, as her strength grew back, she grew closer and closer to consciousness. Lying there in St. Mungoes prisoner ward, they kept a fairly loose eye on her because she was in her coma. They didn't think she'd ever come out of it. Then perhaps for no reason what so ever, Bella's eyes flickered open. It took her a moment, and thankfully she knew better than to yell or make noise. She had no idea where she was. It was only after a moment or two of things being foggy did she remember what happened.
Voldemort was dead. Her Lord and maker was dead and she was alive. It would have made her sob, but she had to get out of there. They hadn't left her her wand, but that was no matter. She didn't need it to get out of there. However willing her limbs to work was something that she needed to take time to do. As quietly as she could, she waited for the feeling to return before she stumbled out of the bed and nearly hit the floor. Catching herself on the windowsill, she braced herself for a few more moments before going to the door.
It was quick, slipping out, finding one of the mediwitches and dragging her into a broom closet. The woman's neck was snapped faster than time she had to reach for her wand. Bella disrobed the witch and put on her coat, grabbed her wand and made a charm that would at least change a little of her appearance. Of course she didn't expect to convince anyone. She'd need polyjuice for that and she didn't have any. There wasn't any time to waste. Though she was still wobbly, she brushed past the people who were running down the halls. Most of them paid her no mind.
Anyone got in her way was punched in the face, kicked, or knocked unconscious. All she had to do was get past the prisoners ward and she could apparate the hell away. In all, a total of seven people were killed or nearly killed in her escape. With a crack, Bella thought of the first place that she needed to go. She needed to find her husband, then try to make everything right again. One thing was for certain.
She was going to kill Harry Potter.