The cutter, whose name was Amy, finally decided that it was starting to hurt too much, and so put down her razor and went off to class.
"You're late," said Professor McGonagall, "five points from Slytherin."
"You are soooo lame, McGonagall. I'm like two mins late and you still find something to critisise. Omg. Look at my arms," said she, crying, as she extended her arms, which were covered in cuts and bruises.
"What you do in your spare time is not my concern, Lee," said the teacher as she turned around and briskly went back to her desk, "Take another five points from Slytherin for spilling blood on the dormitory floor and not cleaning it up," she nodded to Amy's roommates, "and detention for contradicting me. Sit down."
Amy walked slowly over to her desk, got out a notebook, and started writing something. A glance over her shoulder would show:
Hatred
Fear
Desperation
I'm alone
Cold to the bone
What can I do
I'm falling
I'm crawling
My worst nightmares have come true
I'm in love with you
But you're in love with her
So I cut myself
Every night
I hate you
Oh yes, Amy Lee was a very good writer. I mean, what Goth!Sue would be complete without the wonderful writing talents?
"Miss Lee, do you wish me to take another five points from Slytherin? You are not following the lesson," hissed McGonagall.
"Sorry, Professor," snarled the girl.
The class tittered.
At free period, they all went into the common room. Amy sat down on a chair in the corner and started writing in her notebook. Finally she got sick of not having a table to place the notebook on, so she walked over to the center of the room. All the tables were occupied, but eachhad some free seats.
"Can I sit he—?"
"No, bitch."
She glared at Millicent and walked over the table where Pansy and Draco were sitting.
"No," said Pansy before Amy could say a word.
"Draco—can I sit next to you?" asked Amy, smiling seductively.
Draco Malfoy started a retort, but the Suethor had warped him before he could refuse.
"Go aw—oh, of course, babe, come 'ere," he smiled shyly and beckoned for her to come. Pansy gasped, snarled at Draco, and marched off to join Millicent.
"So, what's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Amy," she answered, "I know you're Draco Malfoy," she purred as she ran a hand down his face.
"Draco, can I talk to you for a moment?" said Pansy, who had walked over to their table.
"Uh, sure, why?" said he as he walked away.
"You don't know her at all, do you, Draco?" said Pansy.
Draco made a grotesque pain, as if he were in terrible pain, before answering, "N—of course I know her, I've known her since I was born. She's my girlfriend and we're going to get married once we're out of school."
Pansy sighed. Well, someone will get rid of her soon, I guess.
Draco made his way back to the table.
"What have you got there?" he asked, looking at the notebook.
"My songs. I'm a really good songwriter," she answered modestly.
Draco took the notebook and read the angsty poems. For a moment his face showed great pain, before he convincingly said, "They are awesome. Where did you learn to write so well?" and a long and tedious conversation ensued.
Their next class was Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. Amy walked slowly up to the gamekeeper's cabin, waiting for the others to arrive. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face.
"What happened ter yeh?" asked Hagrid, raising his eyebrows.
"None of your business, you great oaf," said Amy. She wouldn't have said it if there were no one around to listen, of course, but Draco Malfoy had just arrived, some lipstick smeared around his face as well.
Hagrid snorted at both of them and said, "Ten points off Slytherin, an' watch yer mouth or it'll be more."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione came as well, and were soon followed by the other Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"Blimey, Malfoy, are you homosexual or something? You really need to ask a girl's help putting on that lipstick," snorted Ron.
"Ron, lookatthe Sue. They snogged," said Hermione in a muffled voice before she burst out in laughter.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then at Hermione, and then at Amy and Draco. Then they laughed, too.
Hagrid came over.
"What're yeh two laughin' about? –Ohhh," he laughed as well.
After a lesson that included much laughter, they walked back to their common rooms.
"Omg, Drakie, they laughed at us even when we cleaned up the lipstick," cried Amy, "I'm sooo misunderstood. Have I ever talked to you about my childhood? Well, I was brought up by my horrible parents. They thought I wasn't a witch. My dad beat me and my mum didn't feed me. I was outside all the time, all alone. I then somehow acquired these new very expensive clothes. I have a whole wardrobe full of ties, spiked collars, bracelets, black clothes, and makeup. But that's beside the point. I was hated, so I wore all black to help me feel better. I started listening to Evanescence and they inspired me to write these poems. My parents kicked me out when they saw the bloody mess I'd made in my room from all the cutting. Then I got a Hogwarts letter. Soon afterwards, I got another letter, saying that the first one was a mistake and that I shouldn't come. But just to spite my evil parents, I came and here I am. Everyone hates me and I feel horrible and I cut myself. My arms are covered in cuts and blood and I have a tattoo of a knife on my chest. I'm naturally beautiful. All this makeup is just to emphasise my beauty. I also—"
A jet of light hit her squarely in between the eyes. Nott had shouted "Sectumsempra!". It was a curse he had learned from Snape.
Blood erupted from her face and chest, as though a sword had cut through her.
She didn't even scream. Lying in a pool of her own blood, she sputtered out nonsensical fragments of phrases.
"Colorless black…hatred…death…pain…Evanescence poster…bury it with me…tell her I love her…ahhhhh,"
The Slytherins watched, amused, until Pansy Parkinson screeched, "Crucio!"
The Sue had no breath left to scream, but she writhed silently on the floor. Finally, a merciful seventh-year put her out of her misery.
"Avada Kedavra!"
And the Goth!Sue was no more.
Author's Note: It's not over yet!
