AN: Yeah, hello. I'm AFeralFurry, and this is my first fic, My Immortal: Revised. My Immortal: Revised is my attempt at making the infamous badfic into something a little more... Readable, by giving it something resembling a plot. At the very least, I hope I'll at least keep people from getting furious while reading this... Thing. Oh, and a minor warning, I haven't read the books in a couple years, so I'm rusty. If something is wrong, tell me, please.
Hello, my name is Ebony Ravenway. I have long, black hair, and light blue eyes. Many people say that I look like someone named Amy Lee. I am not related to anyone famous, but that's okay. I also happen to be a vampire, but my teeth happen to be straight and white. I happen to have pale white skin, too. I also happen to be a witch, and I go to a magical school in Scotland called Hogwarts, where I happen to be in my seventh year, as I am seventeen years of age.
However, strange things have been happening at school, recently. For some reason, people have been taking the title of prep or goth, and I don't know why. Even Harry Potter and his friends have been affected. Feeling my adventurous side getting the better of me, and feeling somewhat heroic, I decided to get myself involved with a group of goths. It seems like all they care about are black clothes and some bands I've never heard of, but there must be something beneath this madness.
Anyway, today I was taking a brief walk outside of Hogwarts, where we have been getting rather insane weather, such as today's snowing and raining simultaneously. A lot of people from the group that called themselves "preps" were staring at me. I just shrugged and walked away, when I heard a voice behind me.
"Hey, Ebony!" Shouted a voice I knew well. I looked back, and it was Draco Malfoy.
"Hey, Draco, what's going with you today?"
"I don't know, everyone is still under the influence of... Whatever is going on. Otherwise, nothing," he said in a somewhat disappointed voice.
Yes, that is right. Draco and I somehow weren't affected by this. We had been trying to figure out what's going on for months, but to no avail. Just then, however, I heard another voice.
"Hey, Ebony, get over here! We're talking about GC!" It was another voice I recognized, and dreaded...
"Alright, Willow, I'm coming!" I shouted back to her, and I turned back to Draco.
"It's that Willow girl again. I'm sorry, but I have to go now," I said to Draco apologetically.
"It is fine," Draco said, shrugging his shoulders and walking away. I sighed, and turned back towards that Willow girl. She was wearing black, as usual, which, with her black hair, pink highlights, and forest-green eyes, made her look a tad crazy.
"Ebony, I know we were going to talk about GC, but why don't we talk about how hot Gerard Way is instead?" She asked, in her annoyingly hyperactive voice.
...It was going to be a very, very, VERY long day...
The next day, I awoke in Willow and I's dormatory. The weather was still insane, sadly. I climbed out of bed and started to go through my trunk. Eventually, I found what I was looking for. A bottle of blood, taken willingly from volunteers in the staff, which I drink to avoid feeding on anyone else. I took a drink and got out of bed.
Anyway, I proceeded to dress myself in those absurd "goth" clothes. Once I was finished, I turned around as I heard a certain someone stirring in her bed.
My "Friend", Willow, woke up, opened her eyes, grinned at me, and flipped her hair. She put on her own insane "goth" clothes.
"Oh my god, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" She said in an annoying excited tone.
"Yeah, so what?" I said with a sigh. Come on, Draco and I have been friends since this nonsense started. How the hell did she not notice?
"Do you like Draco?" She asked, as we proceeded out of our Slytherin common room, towards the great hall.
"No, I don't!" I shouted angrily. Come on, I've answered her question four times. ...It isn't really true, though. I kind of do like him. Not romantically, though.
"Yeah, right," she said in her standard sarcasm voice. I hate this girl so much. Just then, however, Draco caught up with us.
"Hey, Willow, I need a moment," I said, feeling a sense of dread for her reply.
"Sure, after all, us real goffs need to be... Friendly," She said, with an absolutely horrible emphasis on friendly. Have I mentioned I hate this girl?
Well, anyway, she kept going, and I then started speaking with Draco.
"I hate that girl so, so much," I sighed.
"Well, well, getting annoyed with our mutual friend, Ebony?" He said with a smirk.
"Shut up, Draco. What brought you to me?" I asked, wondering just what this was about.
"Well, I did some digging, and somehow, it seems as if a muggle band is playing in Hogsmeade," he said, looking a little confused.
"Oh, dear lord. How the hell did that happen?" I asked, also feeling confused.
"Well, I was thinking... Do you think we should investigate this? Normally, I would ask my father, but... It appears this insanity has affected him, as well," Draco said, in a very bitter tone. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.
"Sure, Draco. We'll investigate it, together. I'll go along," I said in the most reassuring tone I could.
The next day, the night of the concert, I put on those silly goth clothes again. I was feeling a little depressed by this goth and prep thing, so I debated slitting my wrists. I opted not to, though, and read Nineteen-Eighty-Four while I waited until night time. It's really pretty good, for a muggle story. A tad depressing, though. Anyway, I put on some stupid goth makeup, took a drink from my blood bottle, and left the castle.
Draco was standing outside, waiting on me. He was wearing that godawful makeup with his goth clothes. He had also apparently decided to retrieve both of our broomsticks. He saw me and waved, at which point I returned the gesture.
Well, anyway, we mounted our broomsticks and started for Hogsmeade. While mid flight, Draco and I started talking.
"Hey, Ebony! Do you think that someone cursed the school?" He asked, looking towards me.
"I don't know, Draco! All I know is that this whole goth and prep thing is insane, and whoever started it has lost their minds!" I responded, over the wind.
"Well, Ebony, it could be that someone placed a curse on us for some crazy prank!" He yelled back.
"If that's the case, they have a sadistic sense of humor! Let's keep it quiet until we get there, though. We don't want any muggles hearing us!" I responded, ending our conversation.
After that, we didn't talk until we got to the concert. At which point, we verified that, yes, there is actually a muggle band playing at Hogsmeade. Somehow.
Well, anyway, they're apparently named Good Charlotte, and they're playing some song about giving birth or something. Whatever.
"We are fucked," I said, shaking my head and facepalming at the mere fact that we're at an all wizard town listening to muggle music and no one cares.
Draco looked at me, with an angry expression, and turned away.
"Draco, what is it?" I asked, as he started to walk away. Then I realized what was wrong.
"Draco, we're Slytherins. We are the most clever House in Hogwarts. We aren't fucked. We just need a plan or something, that's all," I said with a small smile. It looked horrible in this silly makeup, but hey, it's the thought that counts.
"You sure on that?" He asked, with a skeptical look on his face.
"I'm sure," I responded. "Besides, we can't be the only sane people left in the school. There has to be someone else, even if it's... Dumbledore," I said, with a slightly disgusted tone. I couldn't help but wonder if it was his pro muggle born thinking that did this... Horrible goth and prep thing to the school.
Anyway, the night went okay-ish. I didn't really like the band, but it was a nice break from school. I drank a little butterbeer and watched as these silly goths ran up to the band to get autographs. We mounted our broomsticks once more, and set off for school. All was well until Draco, for some idiotic reason,descended INTO the Forbidden Forest. Feeling furious, I dived down after him.
"Draco!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Draco didn't answer, but dismounted his broom. I dismounted mine, as well, curiosity getting the best of me. Even if I'm angry as hell.
"What the fucking hell was that, Draco? Why are we in the Forbidden Forest? What could POSSIBLY matter in here?" I shouted angrily.
"Ebony, this is the one place where no one's insane. Haven't you figured out why I'm here?" He responded.
"What? Why?" I asked, wondering why he would ever come here.
He opted to just stare at me. I could clearly see those absurd crimson contact lenses the goths wear. I could see he was kind of upset, so I got it.
"...You needed a break from the goth and prep madness. Fair enough. Sorry," I said in a quiet tone of voice.
He shrugged at me, and said "Well, Ebony, even the Forbidden Forest is better than that goth and prep insanity," he said in an offhand manner.
"Well, let's just hurry up. We need to go soon," I reminded him.
"I know," He answered. We just hung around for a minute, but just as we tried leaving...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?!" We heard a horrifyingly familiar voice say.
"No way..." Draco whispered.
"No, no, NO!" I yelled. It just couldn't be...
It was... Dumbledore!
AN: How was it? Was it alright? I did my best to make it somewhat readable while keeping My Immortal's best lines, like "It was... Dumbledore!". I know Draco's a little OOC, sorry. I hope otherwise it was alright, though. Regardless, leave a review and tell me all about how awful it is, if you want! I'll read them all!
AFeralFurry, out.
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