[Harry Potter] Slytherin's Villainous Campus Belle Is a Gun Expert

·This story has been completely rewritten based on my original setup. Some parts may have plot holes, and I'll revise them when I have time.

·Draco is extremely out of character.

·A writing exercise. It's not under contract; I'm writing purely for love of it.

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Nefertis was born into one of the Pure-blood families, inheriting her mother's beauty and her father's gift of prophecy perfectly.

Sometimes being too perfect isn't a good thing, Nefertis sighed.

For example, because her talent was so great, she learned from countless fragmented prophetic dreams that if she went to Slytherin, she'd become a textbook villainess, dragging Draco along as they looked down their noses at The Chosen One and bullied the protagonists. Then the Malfoy family and the Skuld family would both be done for, and her dad would die too. Her fiance Draco would end up in prison as well.

Would it be too late to transfer to France? It was. Her dad's prophecies were total crap, and he'd already gambled half the family's assets on the Dark Lord. As the clever young lady of a Slytherin family, she decided to invest in the protagonists and make a tidy profit.

And while she was at it, she'd rescue her poor childhood friend, who would one day cry in a bathroom.

A strong fist can solve a lot of problems. Nefertis had an epiphany, and from then on she never looked back on the path to becoming stronger.

Draco asked, at a loss, "Nefertis, what are you doing?"

Nefertis blew smoke from the barrel of her gun. "Assembling alchemical firearms. Times have changed, sweetheart."

To avoid setting off her villainous beauty flag, she would occasionally harass the Golden Boy in Gryffindor Tower, claiming it was to help them bond, and she'd drag Draco along too.

Draco sneered. "If you're going to see your little boyfriend, don't bring me. Though I do vaguely remember that I'm your fiance."

Nefertis looked at him in surprise. "If you're unhappy with our friendship, you can leave. But you seem to be enjoying it too!"

Draco was furious, but could do nothing about it. The other Slytherins watched in fascination, respectful but baffled. They looked at each other, watching their beautiful school diviner spend every day with alchemical explosives in one hand and a crystal ball in the other, dashing between Gryffindor and Slytherin and keeping herself incredibly busy.

It didn't seem like she was getting much done, but keeping Draco, that sharp-tongued king, in check was a good thing in itself.

Then, on the day everyone was disarmed by the Death Eaters and the castle was surrounded, Nefertis came down from the sky and blasted open a hole in their encirclement. Her silver-white hair streamed in the gale, and she became the true Chosen One.

"That's how a diviner should be: explosives in one hand, a crystal ball in the other. Cyber divination, physical sacrifice to the heavens! Let's hear some applause!"

The applause on the battlefield was sparse. Nefertis turned around and realized there were only a few left after she'd blown everyone else up.

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After the war, a reporter interviewed Harry Potter. "Now that you've won this battle, how do you feel?"

Harry Potter excitedly waved the improved, detachable gun-wand in his hand. "Ron! This thing is way better than a wand!"

Hermione cleared her throat beside him. Harry faltered, then added, "That's true for Aurors. Wizards in ordinary professions still need to stick to tradition, like diviners... uh..." He couldn't finish.

Draco Malfoy showed up uninvited, still wearing that lazy, irritating voice and that obnoxious nose-in-the-air attitude. The difference was that he had an arm around Nefertis as he greeted them:

"How did you know my fiance loves me so much? She not only equipped me with the most advanced alchemical weapons, she even proposed to me on the battlefield."

"Nobody asked you, Malfoy."

Theme: The weak get bullied.