A/N This is the Continuation of The Corruption of Marty. I Apologise for any errors in spelling etc. and i would also like to point out that this story will be as cannon as possible, but with some slight changes, for example Longbottom running a different way. all for the convenience of the story, bear with me! Hope you enjoy, reviews appreciated etc etc etc

cant guarantee uploads quickly or long chapters, i suppose ill upload when i start to procrastinate on essays, like i am now!

Chaos. It was my life, it surrounded me. And it proved that I was crazy.

Malfoy had come up with this silly plan, and I was no longer any use for anything other than fighting. So here I found myself, running after some silly children in the department of mysteries. How ridiculous it was for them really, to think, that they could defeat Us.

There was one I took an interest in, Longbottom. I was there, when his parents were tortured by Bella, I had revelled in their screams, just the memory of it caused chills, how elated I had been.

So different from the shell that I am now.

The boys footfalls fell heavily, echoing across the halls. He had broken away from the group, and I had given chase. Why should he be left out from what would surely befall the rest of the children? He shot a spell over his shoulder which narrowly missed me, but hit the death eater behind me, with an oomph he shot back to the floor stunned.

It was just me and the boy now, and he had nowhere else to run.

Longbottom spun around when he realized he had run into a dead end, a room with no doors except for the one I was blocking, his wand was held high, his chin raised in defiance. He must be a gryffindor.

I tsked, his wand was held too high, exposing his chest, his feet were too close together, no good for balance, and he was rigid, a sign of fear that would be the end of him.

"boy, Longbottom is it? What are you going to do to me with a stance like that?" I shook my head, a mocking smile gracing my face.

His eyes narrowed and yelled "stupefy!"

too easy, I flicked it away without a second thought. It exploded a glass bottle that it hit, at least he sent it with some power... there was potential here.

"loosen your grip on your wand, its making you rigid, takes longer to move quickly, harder for reflexes to save your life." a stinging hex erupted my wand, narrowly missing where his foot was, "feet apart Longbottom, better balance will bring you less pain"

I blocked another one of his spells

"whoever taught you how to hold your wand obviously wanted you to fail, you are blocking your neck but in the process leaving you chest down open for attack, like this Longbottom"

I positioned my wand correctly across my stomach, and relaxed my stance. He sent three more spells my way, all of which I flicked to the side. "less exaggerated movements like this" with a few flicks I sent out a rapid fire of well aimed stinging hexes that sent the boy scrambling back into the wall.

"why are you helping me!" he finally screamed out between hexes, I shrugged. Why was I helping him? I suppose I didnt like to see talent wasted, besides I was insane, wasnt that justification enough for things I did that didnt make sense?

"I hate sloppy fighters"

I relentlessly showered him with harmless hexes until he began to fix his biggest mistakes, all the while yelling at him what to improve.
"wand lower!" "feet wider" "too much exaggerated movement, more wrist movement Longbottom!" "no no no use your arm!"

he was panting when we heard the voices coming, more death eaters, it appeared his friends were about to run past, the cheeky boy used this momentary distraction to send another stunner at me, my wand shot up blocking it, but only just. I appraised him, his eyes were narrowed and determined, his stance immensely better, he would make a good duellist one day if he kept it up. "go" I jerked my head towards the open door, "but if I see any more atrocious form from you, you can bet ill be after you again" he paused for a moment, surveying me to see a falsehood, but what he saw was only insanity. And who can rationalize that?

When I saw him again he was fighting off another death eater and with a small amount of pride I saw him take down the death eater.

Where were these feelings coming from? Surely I should be enraged by seeing a colleague felled by a student?

I was never able to finish my train of thought because I was attacked by one of the order's aurors, a young thing, whom I knew was a target for dear bella... I hoped she didnt mind too much if I took care of her.

I was swallowed back into the sweet moments of battle, lost to the world and lost to myself. My mind trained, sharp, focused on the task at hand. The boy I helped completely forgotten.

When asked about his new found ability Neville Longbottom would just furrow his brow, confused by the death eater who had helped him. He had seen her picture on the wanted posters, had read about her escape from azkaban. She was a ruthless killer, arguably the best dueller of the death eaters, famous for her skills before the first war. She was a slytherin, allies with Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman who ripped apart his family. She couldve taken him down in a second... but she didnt. Instead she taught him, helped him with legitimate advice.

Perhaps she had nothing else to lose, perhaps she wasnt as evil as people thought.

It would be a long time after the war when Neville Longbottom voiced his experience in the fifth year, a long time before people learned what a confusing person Marty Black nee Sinclair, really was.