My name is Ebony.
I have a surname. Several surnames actually, but my mother was struggling to make me special.
I am her one and only child, and as parents often do she tried to make me live her life.
And she started it with getting pregnant with a vampire.
This is actually possible. According to my research, every humanoid creature (like centaurs or even trolls) can breed with humans and have a living child. But the children are often stillborn, and if not, a even worse fate awaits them.
Life.
We are all outcast, both on the inside and outside. Having a vampire as my father have made my skin pale and stretched, and I have serious problems gaining weight. Medical care is no problem, as the wonderful school nurse have dealt with half-humans before. I think of the nurse as my friend. The only friend I got.
My canine teeth are wickedly sharp, and I often cut my own mouth on them. You would think i have gotten used to it now, but according to our nurse, Poppy Pomfrey, the fangs actually grow.
When I enter adulthood I will have to take special care of them to avoid eating myself in my sleep.
My eyes are also would normally be blue, but are tainted by red making them almost purple. A certainly nice slytherin once described them as "gangrene-infested assholes in the middle of my face".
They might be weird, but they cry just as good as everyone else's.
My facial features are good enough. My cheeks are hollow and deep, and my chin a little to sharp and bony. I try to soften this with great amounts of make-up And it works.
A little.
At very early age i discovered this trick with make-up. But looking into the mirror, my face drenched in white foundation and black details, I looked unfinished. I knew why.
My face was like a gothic doll and looked separated from my body.
So I decided I might as well complete the style. Ripped fishnets and leather skirts, baggy black pants with metallic details and shirts with the most depressive words ever. Black and red, black and red, sometimes hints of other colours... But always black.
It fit my hair, seeing it was naturally black. I was like a big, depressive ghost.
But I think this sad change was some of the best decisions I've ever done. The moment i started whining about life, there was suddenly people around me! White hands with black nail polish held mine, pierced lips told me their poems... There were others, people who didn't think I was a freak. People with the same style of dressing, people with no happiness whatsoever. I even met people that drank blood because they liked it.
And my vampirism was suddenly a great plus.
These people who surrounded me when I was depressed and left me when I was happy... I loved them, loved them all, but love was a happy feelings. So it wasn't allowed.
But when no one was looking I blew them kisses. While I whined about no one understanding me, deep within me I shouted with joy.
It still makes me smile that some of these people actually became sadder than usual when I left for Hogwarts.
My mother worked with care of magical creatures, especially these half-humanoid beings. Vampires, mermen and mermaids, trolls and even some giants!
As a kid she would take me to see my father.
I've never liked him. His cold, grey eyes were just... Dead. Dead and hungry as his bony fingers reached out for me and cupped my face. I will never forget that time my mother left us and returned to a state of war. I have never told her this, but my own father, the man who had once loved my mother, half my genetics, this man had grabbed me as soon as she had left and bared my neck with the speed of an animal. If it hadn't been for what I suspect to be another family member, maybe an aunt, he would have drained me.
My own father.
The seven years on Hogwarts have been my happiest ones, tough. I still have to put on a negative façade not to lose my friends, but I doubt any person can be truly unhappy all the time.
The sky was heavy and grey, throwing wet snow down on the castle. It splattered against the spiralling towers as if trying to push them down, but as always the proud structure stood still. Even though I can handle the sun, I get strong sunburns and feel extremely uncomfortable underneath it. That is why this weather made me happy. I carefully manoeuvred underneath the roof railings to not get wet and cold, trying to get inside before I passed the curfew as a smug voice called behind me.
"Oy! Half-life freak!"
Of course I recognized this voice. He had been pestering me ever since I started school. His distaste for half-bloods and especially muggleborns was far known, so when a girl that wasn't even fullblooded human came along, hell broke loose for her.
One of his braindead minions violently grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn around, facing the ice-cold stare of Draco Malfoy. His white-blonde hair was clinging to his forehead, and his nostrils extended in a hateful frown.
I tried to act tough.
"What's up, Draco?" I said, my voice failing me and cracking.
This revived a roar of laughter from his so-called friends.
Deep within, Draco Malfoy, you and I are not so very different. None of us will admit it, but of all these people you surround yourself with, I am the only one that understands you.
As a scared, pity full little child, hiding in the looming shadow of your father.
Oh, I hope you burn, Malfoy.
I hope you burn.