AN: The story line of this fanfic is intentionally stupid. It is technically a fanfic based on the worst fanfic ever written: My Immortal, however I intend to A) use proper spelling and grammar, B) completely destroy/troll My Immortal, and C) Flip Ebony's world upside down. If you haven't yet read or finished My Immortal, I suggest that you do so before reading this fanfic. Props (yes, props, not fangz) go to Hanna and Lily for helping me come up with ideas, places, and names. Harry Potter fans for life! And also Charlie McDonnell is quite sexy, just saying. I hope whoever reads this both loves and kind of hates it, like I did with My Immortal.

Chapter One

I woke up on Wednesday morning about an hour before classes and just lay in my small bunk in my Hufflepuff dorm (so hipster) for a few more minutes.

After finally gathering enough energy to groggily get out of bed, I went into the bathroom to wake up for the day. My roommates had already left so I had the place to myself. I didn't put much effort into my makeup, deciding to go light today (I'll leave that to your imagination instead of dragging out the process of applying every single fucking product in existence to my face and nails so that you don't rip your eyes out).

For clothes, I grabbed some acid-wash jeans, a vintage rock tee (the band of your choice), and a pair of Toms. I won't go into details about what every article looks like to save you 2-5 minutes of your time and your sanity. Afterward, I grabbed my things and went down to class, skipping breakfast.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eleanor Bliss Priscilla Skye Roxie Rose Starburst, but you can call me Ellie for short, because my name is so very unusually long for no apparent reason. My parents named me after I was born, which is how I got my name. I have loosely curled strawberry blonde hair that reaches my hips with a hidden strand of blue buried underneath it all (who knows if the blue is artificial or natural?). I have sky blue eyes and porcelain skin. I'm seventeen years old and attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm a major hipster, everyone thinks so, and my fashion style varies. I'm like the David Bowie of my generation but my favourite looks are steam punk, mod/vintage, minimalist or free spirited but I dress in the moment. I am a teen music junkie and I love art.

"OMS did yu guys her dat new goffik bnad, panic! at da disko?" called a familiar voice. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way was sitting down with her gothic posse in the hall I had just stepped foot in. I don't have anything against goths, but I never really liked Ebony. I actually kind of hated her. I usually put up with her bi-polar rampages and stupidity but calling Panic! At The Disco goth? She had gone too far.

"Excuse me, but Panic! At The Disco are no where near gothic standards. There is no lack of melody in their music nor is their any talk of death or suicide and nor is there any screaming. Yeah, they are a rock band but calling them goth is like calling Justin Bieber quality music. It's a huge exaggeration. Learn your music!" I snapped.

She scoffed then called me a prep and told me to fuck off. I didn't care. I'd made my point. Oh, and did I forget to mention that I'm a vampire slayer? Yep. Have been for years. And being one is completely like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It rocks. But, because I care about most people, I only kill when attacked or when someone tells me to kill.

I opened the giant wooden door and entered the classroom, quietly having a seat.

"Miss Starburst. Nice of you to join

And I'm going to randomly end the chapter there.