AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) lizzy, Ẫḽẗἕṟᾖẚṭῗṿɇ Jΐτşῠẓἇị (on QuoteV) 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Matt ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! NIRVANA ROX!

My name name is Ebony Raven Way, and today is my first day back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year, however, I feel will be hell for me. It's only been my third year at Hogwarts, yet so much has happened. So much, that the fact that I disgraced my family by being sorted into Slytherin doesn't phase me anymore. There is much to this busy mind, that the common problems were no longer a hassle. Unlike my peers, I don't care about our last season being a loss to Gryffindor. I'm not distraught over the leave of Proffessor Lockhart. Nor do I care about the fuss over Harry Potter. Would they care for him more if he was sorted into a different house?

Questions filled my mind as I stared out my window of the Hogwarts Express. Some questions were as silly as to why are we in a red Scottish steam locomotive when most wizards are anti-muggle. Foolish as some were, anything was better than listening to my friend Pansy talk about her life with the fellow passenger car mates. My mind continued to wonder as I peered further into the reflection of my icy blue eyes.

Pansy, who had stopped her blabbering when she took notice of my absence in the topic, looked sternly at me from across the passenger car. "Ebony," you could hear how cross she was, "When will you ever just get your head out of the clouds?"

I faced her with a tauntingly innocent look on my face, "What was that?"

My car mates, Millicent and Theodore, laughed like there was no tomorrow. Pansy's face went scarlet with embarrassment, yet cringed in her clear disgust.

"How dare you-" Pansy was cut off by Theodore placing a hand on her shoulder, probably to keep balance from the laughter.

"Oh Ms. Pansy Parkinson," Theodore panted between laughs, "be careful or twenty points from Slytherin~."

At this point even I was giggling. Theodore did the trick for Pansy was shifting from a frown to a smirk. She playfully nudged Theo away saying something along the lines of how it wasn't funny.

I returned to gazing out the window, until I felt the slightest tug on my hair. I turned around to see Millicent's chubby face only a few inches away from mine. Her face was so squinted up with concentration that she looked like an adorable pug.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered.

Milli backed up a bit and stared a while longer before she replied, "Something's off. I'm pretty sure that besides your long black hair now having purple lines and red tips something else is different..."

I froze. Shock and fear completely filled my mind. 'I can't tell them,' I thought, 'They might hate me!'

"Aha!" Millicent exclaimed, her face bright and released from its pug like position. "Your wearing make-up!" She giggled and tackled me against the window.

I returned the jolly with a gasping laugh. Although I adored Milli, being hugged like this feels like an entire Quidditch team laying on top of you. She finally released me from her grasp when she felt my hands trying to push her off.

"So Ebony," Pansy inserted to get the conversation back with her, "Tell me more about that American muggle band you adore so much."

"You mean Nirvana?" I questioned her sudden interest.

"Yes, that one, the band with the odd name."

"No more odd than Weird Sisters," Theodore added.

I giggled and replied, "They've been around for about five years now. As for their music... It's like Wizard Wrock, but more trashy yet nonchalant."

Milli nodded, "I need to check them out as soon as my father allows me into the muggle world."

Pansy scowled, "Why would you want to go there anyways? They're non-magical peasants."

"Surprisingly," I admitted, "They're almost as advanced even without magic."

Everyone settled down back into their seats. Besides when the trolley went by, it was quite and calm.

The door to the room slid open. "Hello everyone~." A voice slithered out like a snakes hiss.

I turned to meet the guest as he continued, "Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Millicent Bulstrode, and..."

I gazed at the speaker's features. His cold grey eyes and platinum blonde hair. There's no mistaking the infamous Draco Malfoy.

"... Ebony Way." He finished with a smirk in my direction.

Uncontrollably, I jumped up and hugged him, "Draco~! How are you~?"

Draco shifted uncomfortably. It was clear that my outburst of affection caught him off guard.

Getting off him I continued, "Sorry! You just looked like you needed a hug."

"Very well," Draco stated trying to regain his smirk from the newly smeared scowl. "As to answer your question, I'm looking for a certain Potter-..."

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Actual A/N: Please disregard all the fake "AN". Those are just in parody of the original story ( s/6829556/1/My-Immortal ). Thank you.