Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on the Harry Potter Universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
I make no claims to ownership, nor am I making any profit.
Author's Notes: I'll be taking a lot of liberty with some canon knowledge of events. Specific facts have been liberally changed to facilitate the plot of the story better.
This story has been an attempt to salvage one of the worst stories ever written. The original work belongs to Tara Gilesbie and serves as the base for this remastered edition.
My Immortal Remastered
By
Ares Alexander Peverell
AJAvenger01
Chapter 2
Original A/N- Fangz to bloodytear666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flamin my story ok!
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. The weather was no less stormy than yesterday. I opened my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had nearby. My coffin was black ebony, and its inside made of hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took off my giant MCR t-shirt, which I paired with my pyjamas while I slept.
I changed into a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets. Not only that, but I also put on four pairs of earrings in my ears and put my hair in a messy bun.
My friend, Willow (Original A/N: Raven dis is u!), woke up and grinned at me as soon as she saw me. She flipped her waist-length raven hair with pink streaks while looking at me with her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick, white foundation, and black eyeliner.)
"Oh my god! I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she gushed.
"Yeah? So?" I said, flushing a bit crimson.
"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we entered the Great Hall.
"No, I fucking don't!" I shouted. In hindsight, it was a wrong move as it did nothing but confirm her suspicions.
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco strolled towards me, whistling a euphoric tune.
"Hi." he greeted me warmly.
"Hello Draco," my flirty voice sent shivers down Draco's spine.
"Guess what?" he asked me.
"What?" I asked a bit impatiently.
"Well, Good Charlotte is having a concert in Hogsmeade," he exclaimed.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favourite band, besides MCR.
"Well… Do you want to go with me to the concert? My father has arranged some tickets for me." he proposed.
I gasped in wonder and amazement.
Ares- This story makes me laugh and cringe at the same time. Some words and sentences were so outta my mind that I wonder at the sheer ability of the person who claims to have this terrifying linguistic ability. BTW, I've never heard a euphoric tune. Have you?
AJ- Why the hell does the author have to spend so much of her fucking time describing what clothes Ebony is wearing?