Author's Notes: This is a rewrite of the famous fanfiction "My Immortal" by Tara Gilesbie. I thought it would be a fun project to take the original and try to transform it into something enjoyable. I do not own "My Immortal" or any of its characters. I also do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

The name I will give you is not my birth name, but the name given to me after my rebirth into the realm of the undying. Ten years ago I was bitten, and my parents murdered by the bastard who turned me. My "maker" didn't think I would last long. The sadist loved turning people just to watch the blood lust ravage their minds and destroy them. I should have been the same. However, my maker left me in the room with the remains of my parents. From them I was able to feed enough to make it through my first few days of the turning. Perhaps my maker watched from a distance, getting off on the imagery of a seventeen year old girl digging her new fangs into the flesh of her mother and father. I haven't seen him in person since that day, but his thoughts still trap me. His voice fills my head and commands me. I have done many gruesome acts in his name. Once my name was Tara Nightingale, but now I have been reborn. My blood name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.

Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. Its a horrible name, but he forces me to use it. Every time I'm asked for my name I wish nothing more than to open my mouth and scream "Tara!". However, its always the same. No matter how much I want to show people who I used to be I can only show them who I currently am. Currently, I am Ebony.

That's enough about my past though. I would much rather focus on where I am at the present. Even though I am currently a vampire, both of my biological parents were wizards. Because of this I have an affinity for the magical arts. After I was turned, I went rouge for awhile. I was afraid of myself and what I might do to the people around me. Then seven years ago, my uncle found me. He took me in and eventually convinced me to rejoin the wizarding world. Thanks to him I can be found today wandering the halls of Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. It's my seventh year and time for me to be thinking about my future. Though honestly, considering my future is potentially the rest of eternity, I spend most of my time slacking off and listening to the hypnotic voice of Gerard Way.

I had a hard time making mortal friends, but I knew that I could keep Gerard's voice close to me forever. Most of the other students thought I was strange for walking around with muggle technology shoved in my ears, but I didn't care. I walked down the corridor getting stares from the other students. You would think that after seven years of having a vampire in the school people would stop staring.

It was nice and cloudy out today, so I knew I would be safe from the sun under my trusty black lace parasol. I decided to take a stroll out on the grounds between classes. My black heels clacked loudly against the stone path. The black leather boots reached all the way up to my thighs. I was immortally seventeen, doomed to be bewilderingly sexy for the rest of eternity. The wind rushed past billowing my cloak and giving the other path takers a short glimpse at the strip of thigh between my boots and black leather miniskirt. The other girls on campus called me a Gothic slut, but I knew that they were only jealous. Jealous that my pale beauty would never fade. They would grow old and ugly while I would remain beautiful like a rose preserved in the pages of a romance novel.

"Hey vampire!" Some prick called out to me. I turned to view my first obvious love interest. There stood the infamous trickster Draco Malfoy. He was wearing his standard Hogwarts uniform, with his tie worn loose in defiance. His white hair a deceiving halo framing his seemingly harmless face. He began walking towards me with a smirk.

"Just because your parents were wizards doesn't mean you belong in this school." The usual banter flowing from his lips. "Bitten anyone yet?" He pulled his collar down exposing the soft flesh of his neck. "Come on vamp, doesn't the idea of fresh blood excite you? Bite me!"

I yelped in surprise when he grabbed the back of my head. He pulled my face in close forcing my mouth to make contact with his skin. God his neck smelled delicious. I could feel the blood pulsing right beneath his skin pushing against my lips. I tried to ignore it, tried to imagine myself somewhere else. The scent was so enticing, filling my lungs. I could feel the thirst start to settle in my throat felt dry like it was closing in on itself. I felt the sharp pain in my mouth as my fangs broke through my gums. Draco began laughing maniacally. He finally released me and I reeled back.

"Got you to fang didn't I vampy?" Draco announced. " See you have no self control! You don't belong here! Go back to your coven, cult, or whatever you call your vampy friends."

Bite him Ebony. There is was again, my makers voice shouting in my head. Bite him Ebony! Don't let him make a fool of you. I tried to keep my composure. I had gone to this school for seven years without incident. I was not about to let Draco, my maker, or anyone else ruin that record. Ebony! Taste his flesh. You know you want to. Your fangs are out. You can't hide anymore.

"What's wrong vampire?" Draco came and placed his hand on me again. I snapped. I couldn't control the lust anymore. I took hold of Draco's arm and forced him to the ground. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized him screaming, but it was too late for mortal empathy now. I pressed my mouth up against his neck soaking in his essence. That infuriating scent entered me again forcing me into an even more primal state of mind. I gently scraped the surface of his skin, the blood beginning to spill. I heard Draco whimper, but his blood was already on my fangs. I pulled back ready to bite down for that ecstasy like incision. I longed for that feeling of puncture, to feel my fangs sink deep inside.

Good girl, Ebony.