Chapter 12
Disclaimer: Because nothing this awful will ever belong to me. I promise.
Everything from this point on is Tara Gilesbie's words.
AN: Stop flaming, OK? Hagrid is a pedophile too. A lot of people in American schools are like that. (Excuse me? My American school has no pedophiles in it, thank you very much. That said, we do have our fair share of gang members, thugs, pregnant teenagers, and weirdos.) I wanted to address the issue! How do you know Snape isn't Christian? Plus Hagrid isn't really in love with Ebony, that was Cedric.
I was about to slit my wrists with the silver knife that Draco had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.
"No!" someone yelled. I thought it was Hagrid, but it was Vampire. He started to scream. "OMFG! No, my scar hurts!" And then his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites. (*cough*oxymoron*cough*)
I stopped. "How did you know?"
"I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!"
"No!" I ran closer. "I thought you didn't have the scar anymore!" I shouted.
"I do, but Diablo changed it into a pentagram for me, and I always covered it up with foundation." he replied. "Anyway, my scar hurt, and then it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! Then I had a vision of what is happening to Draco! Voldemort has him in bondage!" (Oh, kinky. Wait… I thought Draco was dead. O.o What else aren't you telling us?)
I was in the school nurse's office now, recovering from my slit wrists. Snape, Lupin and Hagrid were there too. They were going to St. Mango's after they recovered because they were pedophiles, and you can't have those fucking pervs teaching in a school with lots of hot girls. Dumbledore had confiscated the video camera and the video they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.
Hagrid came to my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.
"Ebony, I need to tell you something," he said in a very serious voice, handing me the roses.
"Fuck off," I told him. "You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don't like fucked up preps like you." Hagrid had been mean to me for being gothic before.
"No Ebony." Hagrid said. "Those are not roses."
"What, are they goths too, you preppy poser?" I asked. I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.
"I saved your life!" he yelled angrily.
"No you didn't," I replied. "You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton porn video made from my shower scene and saved Snape and Lupin from getting sued by me.
"Who masturbated (see, is that spelled wrong?) (Yeah, it was, before I fixed it) to it," he added.
"Whatever!" I yelled angrily.
He pointed his wand at the pink roses. "These aren't roses." He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered "Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say!"
"That's not a spell that's an MCR song." I corrected him wisely.
"I know. I was just warming up my vocal cords." Then he screamed "Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio imo noto okayo!" (Four all you cool, gothic, MCR fans out there, that is a tribute! Especially for Raven, I love you girl!)
The roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. (No, really?) Now I knew he wasn't a prep.
"OK I believe you now. Where the fuck is Draco?"
Hagrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I couldn't see anything.
"You see, Ebony," Dumbledore said, watching the two of us watching the flame, "To see what is in the flames (Haha you reviewers, flames! Get it?) you must find yourself first, OK?"
"I have found myself OK, you mean old man!" Hagrid yelled. Dumbledore looked shocked. I guess he didn't have a headache, or else he would have said something back.
Hagrid stormed off back to his bed. "You are a liar, Professor Dumbledore!"
When I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather minidress that was ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was a corset on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from The Ring. (If you don't know who she is you're a prep, so fuck off!) I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.
"You look kawai, girl." B'loody Mary said sadly. "Thanks. You do too." I said sadly. I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists, feeling totally depressed, and I sucked out all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Snape and Lupin couldn't spy on me this time. I went to some classes. Vampire was in Care of Magical Creatures. He looked all depressed because Draco had disappeared, and he used to be in love with Draco. He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff.
"Hi," he said, sounding depressed. "Hi back," I said in an equally sad way.
We both looked at each other. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Draco's. Then, we jumped on each other and started screwing.
"Stop it now, you horny simpletons!" shouted Professor McGonagall, who was watching us like everybody else.
"Vampire, you fucker!" I said slapping him. "Stop trying to screw me! You know I love Draco!" I shouted and then I ran away angrily.
Just then he started to scream. "OMFG! No, my scar hurts!" And then his eyes rolled up. You could only see the red whites. (And once again *cough*oxymoron*cough*)
"NO!" I ran closer.
"I thought you didn't have a scar anymore!" I shouted.
"I do, but Diablo changed it into a pentagram for me, and I always covered it up with foundation." he replied. "Anyway, my scar hurt, and then it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! Then I had a vision of what is happening to Draco! Voldemort has him in bondage!" (Anyone else getting déjà vu here? Or am I the only one?)
Special thanks to Raven, my gothic blood sister! WTF, you're supposed to write this!
Hey Raven, do you know where my sweater is?
Zoe's AN: The author's notes are the worst. I don't think this Raven character helps her with those. And wouldn't it be faster to just ask Raven where her sweater is, instead of posting it on an internet story?