AN: ... I have nothing to say. Read on...
Chapter 10.
AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! (fine then, I will! You're so mean to me!) ps it turnz out b'loody mary isn't a muggle afert al (she wasn't a Muggle in the first place. –headdesk-) n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!
I was really scared about Vlodemort all day. (Voldy changed his name too?) I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. (you couldn't have chosen a more appealing name?) I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. (all Muggle bands that a lot of wizards know about? Yeah, that makes sense.) The other people in the band are B'loody Mary, Vampire, Draco, Ron (although we call him Diabolo now. (NO! Why would you do that? Why?) He has black hair now with blue streaks in it.) (oh my god. You got rid of his red hair. How could you?) and Hargrid. (Hargrid.) Only today Draco and Vampire were depressed (obviously.) so they weren't coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Draco was probably slitting his wrists (he wouldn't die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there's no way I'm writing that) or a steak) (so why did Voldemort ask you to kill 'Vampire' with a gun?) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. (The Corpse Bride is an animated children's film! Idiot.) I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I'm a slut but I'm really not. (you really are.) We were singing a cover of 'Helena' and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears. (of blood?)
"Ebony! Are you OK?" B'loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.
"What the fuck do you think?" I asked angrily. And then I said. "Well, Voldemort came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Harry! But I don't want to kill him, because, he's really nice, even if he did go out with Draco. (nice reasoning there. You don't want to kill Harry not because it's morally wrong, but because he's a nice guy. I'll keep that in mind when I'm deciding who my next victim is.) But if I don't kill Harry, then Voldemort, will fucking kill Draco!" I burst into tears. Suddenly Draco jumped out from behind a wall. (whoa, whoa, whoa! Where the hell did the wall come from?)
"Why didn't you fucking tell me!" he shouted. "How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!" (c is dat out of character?) (well, Draco doesn't actually strike me as the type to swear a hell of a lot. So, yes. I delight in proving you wrong.) I started to cry and cry. Draco started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying. (GODSSAKE SOMEBODY KILL THESE RETARDS.) We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Dumbeldore walked in angrily! (more inappropriate punctuation!) His eyes were all fiery (Dumbles had fiery eyes? Sexy... not.) and I knew this time it wasn't cause he had a headache. (no, it was because he drank too much Firewhiskey. DRUNK DUMBLEDORE, WOO!) "What have you done!" He started to cry wisely. (I can cry wisely too. I can also cry stupidly, dumbass-edly and get-me-the-fuck-away-from-this-story-edly.) (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) (will you bloody stop dropping these messages everywhere?) "Ebony (Enoby.) Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists." (WOOT, ONE DOWN!)