No, I'm not Tara Gilesbie. Honest. And you can't prove that I am. It really is just a coincidence that we've never been seem in the same place together at the same time, but that doesn't prove we're the same person in disguise! Okay?

Anyway, this story picks up from the cliffhanger where Tara's epic "My Immortal" ended. It won't make much sense if you haven't read that. It also won't make much sense if you have read that either. In fact, "My Immortal" itself doesn't even make much sense if you have read it.

Legally, I'm probably supposed to add that I don't own the "Harry Potter" franchise, which belongs to J. K. Rowling. But by this point "My Immortal" now has so little in common with "Harry Potter" that there's no point!

(In fact, I'm not even a "Harry Potter" fan. I just don't enjoy kids' stories set in schools. Too many unpleasant memories. So, I probably know even less about HP than Tara did, which makes me the perfect person to continue her work. Or something.)

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AN im bak wiv mor of mi story. Did u miss me? Soz mr frend Raven cdnt be her to hlep wiv al de riting and da spelin and al dat stuf. I miss u!111 cum bak sooon!111

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But da beam from mi Ava Kadaver sppell mised Vloximint and hit.. .. .. .. .. .. .. BRITNET the fukcing prep!

"OMFG Eniby!1 Like you've totlaly like killed me!11" she scremed and fell down ded then Loopin did it wiv het crp[se becaues hes a neckphiliac.

And then wile evry1 was loking at dem, da Bark Load garbed me and put his hnad ovr mi mtuh so I culdnt screm or cri out for hlep. (Lik I wud antway! Only preps and pozrs screm lik dat!11 Their al wimps1) anf then he budneld me into the fling car and tok of I and fluew out thru de widow dat had arleady ben brocken when Snap had floan in.

"Let me go you fcuking pozr pepr!111" I yeld sexily now mi nouth wz free.

"But am I a porser or a perp?" hes asked. "Remember in the Norse's office, thine saweth me criing te\rz of blood. Only a goffick goff canst do dat, thee knoweth"

"Yeah, that puxled mr too," I adited derpesessedly. "Only tru goffs even konw about it. And prep or poser who even sees da balck tearz foregts about dem imidaitely after dey stop cing dem again." (AN dats hoe Dumblydoor didnt kno about teraz of bold when he saw Prof Sinster cring dem, evn tho hed seen me do it in da Forbiben First erlier. C al u falmers dis stroy duz mk sense so there!111)

"So after id crid thoes tearz of blood I wz confuzed." Volcement continued, "A knew abut them arleadt because I hadst gone threw a goff phaze in my youth as thy knoweth only to well, So I qiuckky realised dat some1 must be tring to chonge histtoy to keep me goffick. I wneteth back in Tim, kidnped my past slef, and tok his palce, and wated to se what heppenth. I shuld hast known it woud be thou, Emojy!""

"OMFS!11 Youve kindaped Satan!111" I yielded flirtily "Were is he you bastrad?"

"I shalt tell thou if thee doesth one thing for me."

"Wat?" I aksed.

"Thou dont knoweth? Canst thee gess?"

"Eww!11 You sick perv! No way (geddit like Gerald) im dong THAT for you!" And I slaped him acros his face were his nose wud be if he had 1 but he dint hav 1 bcos he has no nose!

*** To be cotnimueed ***