A/N: Chapter deux! woo hooo i am so goffik loolll i hope people like this, i honestly do.

In the morning I woke up in my coffin bed and got dressed. Today I was wearing a red tank top that had a skull on it, and some baggy pants that had chains on them from, where else, Hot Topic! I was still very happy about what Dumbledore had just announced the previous afternoon, and so that morning I slit my wrists open, but only a little because I didn't want to get my gothic attire all bloody. Two more days until the Hogsmeade weekend, I thought, I can't wait to show everyone how goth I am!

I don't really have any friends, but if I did I wouldn't hang out with them anyway. My parents hate me so I practically live at school. Hogwarts is my home. I like to be alone. Well, I still have my cat though. Her name is Gothika. It has a ring to it, don't you think? Gothika Darkness. It just flows. Right as I started to smile, I stopped myself. Mainly because goths aren't supposed to smile, and also because I realized that I hadn't stopped my wrists from bleeding. I ran around screaming for a couple minutes, and Gothika looked at me like I was crazy. And I kind of was because I was losing so much blood. I began to lose conciousness and eventually I passed out.

I woke up because someone had poured liquid, which I assumed to be water, all over me in order to wake me up. When I sat up I realized that I was covered in blood, not water. I suddenly became very depressed, which was a good thing, and it showed that I was okay after all. I looked around to see who had poured my favorite substance onto me when I spotted someone sitting in the corner. Wiping the goo from my eyes I said, "Who's there?"

"Tis me." said a deep dark voice.

"Who is me?"

"Thy is Alexzandra." The voice replied, and then began to laugh at its own joke. I rolled my heavily lined eyes.

"Alright, but who are you?"

"I am...THY WORST NIGHTMARE!"

Suddenly I felt really scared, which was totally awesome because I hadn't been genuinely scared in ages.

The figure stepped closer and it was some dude who had no nose and glowing red eyes. He had white skin, and he kind of looked like a snake.

"White Snake?"

"Erm. What?" He said, looking confused.

"Nothing. Why are you here? Who are you?"

"I am," Suddenly there was dramatic music everywhere, "LORD VOLD----" Suddenly he began to choke on his own spit. I laughed at him and he was so embarrassed that he took the piece of glass I usually use to slit my wrists with and said "May I borrow thy wrist slitting glass?" And I said sure so he slit his wrists and sat down next to me. He looked miserable.

As he began to bleed all over I asked him what was wrong and he began to tell me about all of the crappy things going on in his life and how he felt that he was never going to kill Harry Potter. Then he began to cry and I slit my wrists too and we sat there in a pool of blood together.

And thus began my friendship with Lord Voldemort.

Apparently he thought I was hot so he asked me if I wanted to go into Hogsmeade with him and I said "Sure, can we go to Hot Topic?", and he said "OMG I love that store!"

Then I smiled for the first time in my life, despite my gothic background, because I was so happy that I had made a new friend. But I stopped smiling when I remembered that I liked to be alone.

TO BE CONTINUED...!