Eternal
A My Immortal parody.
Author's Note: This story is loosely based on the notorious My Immortal, possibly the most horribly written fan fiction in the world.
I do not own the Harry Potter books, My Immortal, or any other references made while writing this.
By the way, everything in bold is extracts from My Immortal. If you haven't read it, this fic will not make sense.
Enjoy!
As Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked through the carriages of the Hogwarts Express, they passed many familiar people. Ernie McMillan, the Patil twins, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom (who both joined them), Katie Bell, and Hannah Abbott. But they were not expecting to meet two new people when they came across a compartment near the end of the last carriage.
The girls were sitting by themselves, talking quickly and secretively. One was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and canvas shoes.
The other was wearing the weirdest outfit any wizard or witch had ever seen: a restricting midnight corset, a leather skirt, pink fishnet tights and the most ridiculous black boots. Her hair looked like it had been dyed many times, and was now multicoloured.
Then she looked up and saw the group standing at the door. Her eyes were an ugly shade of orangey-brown. She had thick eyeliner and black lipstick on. It made her look kind of sick.
The expression on her face was awestruck. Harry and the rest took this as their cue to continue walking past, but as Harry turned, he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
"Come sit with us!" the weirdly dressed girl exclaimed; her eyes full of excitement, before dragging them all one by one into the compartment.
Her friend gave them a sympathetic look and pulled the other girl back into her seat.
"So what are your names? I'm Ebony, and this is Willow" said the leather-clad girl.
"I'm Harry, this is Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Neville" said Harry.
"Nice to meet you" said Willow quickly, smiling.
Ebony began to speak, but Willow put a finger to her lips and said "Shh! I'm talking!" Then she gave Ebony a bottle of red liquid that Harry could have mistaken for blood, but Luna whispered into his ear that it was a potion that maintains modified memory. She added that it had had to be taken at least twice a day for full effect, and it had been invented by Cornelius Fudge.
Harry found this kind of hard to believe, but Luna had given up on particularly bizarre theories lately. She had been visiting the Burrow a lot over the holidays, as her house was not far away.
She also had been playing with the gnomes in the garden, and Ron found this hilarious.
It had been a while, and Harry was starting to think the train would pull in at Hogsmeade Station any minute now.
"Don't you think I look like Amy Lee!" said Ebony suddenly, making them all jump.
"Uh…" mumbled Ginny, Luna and Ron.
Hermione sneaked a glance at Harry. Only she, Harry and Ebony seemed to know who Amy Lee was, seeing as they were Muggle-born.
"Well! Don't I?" shrieked Ebony.
'Yes?" said Hermione. Everyone nodded in silent agreement. Ebony looked satisfied and sank back in her seat; gazing out the window.
Harry and Ron stared at Willow. She rolled her eyes and gestured as if to say 'I'll tell you later."
A delighted screech echoed around the compartment as Ebony pointed out the window, they had arrived at Hogwarts.
As they stepped off the train and were walking towards the Thestral-drawn carriages, Ebony gave another little excited scream and ran towards one of the Thestrals.
"OHMYGOD! A UNICORN! It's- it's SO CUTE!" she squealed, running her hand over its emaciated nose. "OW!"
The Thestral had bitten her finger. It was snarling at Ebony, so Hermione and Willow ran over to lead her away.
"Bad unicorn!" Ebony shouted as she was being lifted into the carriage.
"Sorry." Willow whispered to the rest.
Harry thought to himself that if Ebony thought Thestrals were unicorns, then what did Dementors look like to her?
On the way to the Great Hall, while Ebony was busy talking to Fred and George Weasley (who were enjoying it immensely) Willow was explaining Ebony's situation to Harry, Ron and Hermione in a low voice.
"Her memory was modified, and now she thinks she's a gothic vampire witch who's in Slytherin. Her name was originally Mary-Sue. She has a vivid imagination, so if she thinks you're gothic satanists, I wouldn't be surprised. She'll imagine the world to be exactly like hers"
Harry just stared. Ron had zoomed over to the Gryffindor table and was stuffing his face with chicken drumsticks and black forest gateau. Hermione, however, was nodding understandingly, and taking down notes in a small ringbinded book.
As they all joined Ron at the table, Willow continued. "My name is really Georgia. But call me Willow, and call Mary-Sue Ebony. I'm looking after her as part of my Healer training. She thinks I'm her best friend, and in the same year as her. But I'm not. I'm 25 years old."
Harry disagreed. She looked 17 or 18. Or maybe that was a spell or a potion she had used?
She seemed to have read his mind. "I'm a Metamorphmagus."
Harry thought of Tonks, and grinned, remembering all the good times they had all had at Grimmald Place. Hermione was also smiling, and the two shared a look.
Back at Gryffindor Tower, in the comfy armchairs by the blazing fire, the trio discussed what they had learned.
"I can't help but feel sorry for her" said Hermione.
"Willow said Ebony swears a lot." said Harry.
"Well, we know she'll love Dumbledore, then" laughed Ron. The Headmaster did not accept foul language much.
"So we just need to help Willow look after her, and she'll be alright?" asked Harry.
"Well, no. I was told that Ebony can invent things in her mind that aren't necessarily true, like plots and storylines. We'll have to watch out for that" said Hermione.
"Can't we just send her to St Mungo's?" exclaimed Harry and Ron together.
"She technically is, seeing as she under trainee Healer supervision. Personally, Ebony should really be put in the long term ward, under professional care, but she'd wander off, like Lockhart does. And besides, you really think we'd get away with that?"
Harry sighed deeply, sinking back into his chair. This was going to be fun.
Meanwhile, Ebony was sitting in her bedroom writing in her new diary:
Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee.
