Hello all you people. It is my special honour to present to you, for the first time, the new (definitely not improved, I mean, who could top the original?) version of My immortal, first written by Tara Gilesbie, AKA XXXbloodyrists666XXX. In the following chapters, you will hear the amazing tale of the perfect teenage role-model, struggling against adversity and preps, in order to find love and acceptance for who she truly is. My Immortal acheived fame early on due to it's rich characters, harsh realistic portrayals of teen angst, and of course, the piece de resistance, smexy smex. I only can hope that my poorly written fanfiction of a fanfiction can get half of the response the original received.

All credit goes to where it's due: Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios, and the plot of My immortal to the 'great' Tara Gilesbie.

It really is only after the urging of my most trusted friends that I am writing these words today, for anybody to read. Surely enough, my story is not for the faint or weak of heart, or for those unaccepting of other people's choices in life. My story is for the hardy, alone, cold people on this Earth, hereafter known as 'goffiks'. My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. And this...is My Immortal.

I suppose that I should start with a brief description of myself, seeing as I am the fulcrum upon which this strange series of unbelievable events revolves. Although physical looks are fleeting, and can change all too easily in the current times, they are still what people focus on, so here we are. When young, I contracted the vampiric disease which plagues many in the magical community I am apart of, making my childhood bleak and joyless. Throughout those years, I was forced to avoid sunlight, and that aversion led to my startlingly pale skin, through which blue veins are readily visible. My paleness is not helped by my stark black hair, which falls down to my lower back in dull black waves, which also happens to be the reason I was named Ebony. Like all vampires, when I reached the age of thirteen, my hair changed colour to reflect my inhuman blood. What was before only plain black became a soft midnight with purple streaks breaking the monotony, all culminating in blood red tips. My eyes, a cold ice blue, are the only things that didn't change with my vampirism, which I am grateful for.

The few juggle friends I've made in my life constantly tell me I look like a rather famous juggle artist, Amy Lee (you must know her, why else are you reading this fan fiction?). Over the years, I've tried to change my way of dressing, and even tried cutting my hair to see if they would say that I looked like Gerard Way, the major fucking hottie with a body that is the lead singer of MCR. Alas, nothing.

I 'live' (for who can really call it that?) in a the small English county of Wiltshire, where I spent many nights of my childhood playing with the rich young heir of the Malfoy family. My vampirism does nothing to curb the magic of my parents that flows in my blood, and so, at the age of eleven, I started my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is located in the Scottish countryside. At the time of this story, I was seventeen and in my seventh, and final, year.

As it is not my place to fight the powers that be, I fell into goffik fashion as soon as I was old enough to make my own wardrobe choices. Hot Topic, the Mecca of Goffs everywhere, became my favorite place, due to their late closing time, and their extensive collection of black nail polish.

The day this story began, I was wearing what was a pretty standard outfit of mine: a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots along with black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I don't often wear the school uniform of a long black cloak with a small pin denoting the wearer's house, because, really, who gives a flying fuck about stuff like that?

I was walking through the courtyard, not really caring where I was going, smirking at the little people who all stared or pointed and whispered insults to each other about me. What was a girl to do? Well...I suppose the bird could work. So that's exactly what I did. Really, it's the little things in life, isn't it? All in all, I was in a pretty good mood. The peeps were silenced for the moment, the sun was hidden behind dark clouds, allowing me to go outside for once during the daylight hours, all was adequate.

"Hey, Ebony!" a voice penetrated my reverie.

Or maybe not. I turned to see what yuppie was daring to call out my name, and saw, instead of some loser, Draco, an old friend, and Hogwarts' own resident hotness.

"Oh, hey Draco, what's up?"

He tensed and looked away, suddenly shy. "Nothing, never mind."

"Ebony, are you coming?" My friends had to choose now to come get me for dinner.

"Yeah," I replied. I turned to say goodbye to Draco, but he was already walking away, his shoulders hunched unhappily.

"Okay, bye then," I muttered half to myself. I shrugged, and went ot join my friends. Like it was my job to know everything about Draco.

In honour of Tara, I will post her original chapter end. Tara, if your reading this, I love you work, and cut my wrists many times when I saw you stopped writing, and again when I saw some of the horrible things those fucking preps put you through.

AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!