Chapter 1:
AN: I'm trying my best, but to be brutally honest, there's not much to work with. Bear with me until I get my sea legs; I'm trying to stick as close to the original as I possibly can, so it's still probably going to be a little rough around the edges no matter what I do. It's probably going to cause physical harm to any grammar Nazis and English majors reading. You have been forewarned.
I do not own any of the situations or characters that follow. All OC's and story plot are the property of Tara Gilesbie. All other characters are property of J.K. Rowling. This is not intended to be mean, but to pay tribute to a story that is always able to lighten my spirits on even the roughest of days. Tara, wherever you are, we thank you.
Original AN by Tara Gilesbie: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!
When I was young, I used to see other little girls inspecting their reflections in the mirror - playing dress-up, wiping makeup off their faces before their mothers could scold them, or taunting whatever pretend ghosties were living behind the glass - which is why I had always avoided the girls' lavatory. Not because I thought their games were stupid or because I feared the wrath of my own mother; no, not even because I was afraid of the ghouls that haunted slumber parties the world over. I will admit that once, a girl had screamed, and another time, a girl had pushed me in front of a mirror, laughing at the reflection, or rather the lack thereof.
I suppose it is therefore advantageous to inform you all that I am, in fact, a vampire, and as such, I could not be reasonably expected to have reflection. However, we are not all as we have been portrayed throughout history; my teeth are straight and white, and although I am already imbued with the magic associated with my species, I am also a witch; perhaps this magical blood is why so many of us seem to be witches and wizards – perhaps it makes us all the more susceptible to wizardry.
My name is Ebony – Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. One could say that I was thus christened because of my hair color, although the dark strands at the time of this story contained more violet and red hues than their previous jet black. This dark hair coupled with my icy blue eyes meant that I bore a striking resemblance to Amy Lee (Original AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!), and my last name meant that many people were frequently put under the impression that I was related to Gerard Way, neither of which is true. I do, however, wish that the latter were fact; in a perverse reality, Gerard Way and I would have had a beautiful, albeit complicated, incestuous relationship.
I currently attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where I am a seventh-year Slytherin. Unlike most students, aside from a select few in my house, I am what would be considered by conformist society to be a goth. As such, most of my wardrobe is procured via Hot Topic, including today's outfit: a smart, black corset with a matching leather skirt, tastefully accessorized with pink fishnets for a pop of color, and black combat boots.
Earlier today, as I took a morning stroll through the grounds as I do every cold, rainy morning, braving the many disapproving stares of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws (whom we had not-so-affectionately dubbed "preps"), I ran into none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Hey, Ebony!" he shouted.
"What's up Draco?" I implored playfully, happy at last to have found a kindred soul. He had just opened his mouth to reply when I heard my name called from the front gate of the castle; I excused myself and headed inside to attend my daily classes, crestfallen, at least slightly, that I had his attention for only that fleeting moment.
Original AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!
AN: But really, though, I couldn't have said it better myself; should I continue, or is this a waste of time? Let me know what you think of it so far! I know it's pretty rough, but there's only so much I can do. I feel like the later chapters will be a little better.