DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, and I never will (obviously). I did not write My Immortal — I'm simply rewriting it and (TRYING) to make it better. The chapter title came from Episode 1 of Ouran High School Host Club — which I want to own, but won't. Damnit.

LISE NOTES: Originally by xxxbloodyrists666xxx, I hope to make it slightly better than the first. Yeah, I know it still sucks, but whatever. I actually spelled most things right, and tried to fix up that bad grammar. I'm also omitting all the Hot Topic crap, because I'm from Britain, and we don't have Hot Topic here. Deleting all the clothing descriptions, since Hogwarts has a dress code.

So! Tell me what you think. Flames are accepted, mainly because I'm trying to rewrite the worst fanfiction ever. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 of the Abridged My Immortal

AN: Special thanks to my friend Raven for

helping me with the story. You rock! Justin,

you're the love of my depressing life! You rock

too! Oh, and My Chemical Romance rocks!

Hi, my name is Ebony Way. I have black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks in it, and it reaches mid-back. I have icy blue eyes, like limpid tears, and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee. I'm a vampire; however, my teeth are straight and pearly white. I also have pale skin.

I'm a witch, and I go to a magic school in England that is named Hogwarts. I'm a seventh-year student there (I'm seventeen years old). I'm a goth, in case that goth description up there didn't tell you that.

I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow on this particular day. I was walking on Hogwarts' school grounds. It was snowing something terrible, so there was no sun. I was very happy about this.

A lot of prep-looking girls stared at me, so naturally I flipped them off. Because hey, that's what goths do, right?

A boy's voice called, "Hey Ebony!" I looked up to see who it was. It turned out to be none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What's up, Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, rather shyly in my opinion.

I heard my friends (A/N: Friends? what friends?) call me, and I had to go away at that moment.

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LISE'S NOTES: That wasn't too hard… well, anybody, comments, flames? I'm willing to accept them. This was at first just the product of me trying to do a Noob-to-English translation, and, well… someone got the brilliant idea of me rewriting My Immortal. Thanks a lot, Carsie.

Oh, yes, if you were wondering: I will not post the hacker's chapter up. That's her creation, and it's fucking kick-ass.