Meet Ebony and a Date
Author's note: My Immortal had a great plot. You just had to take away the Mary-Sue's and typos. Here's my take at trying to make it a good story. Special thanks to some ao3 writers, their writing's way better than mine. Thanks to 'The Carnivorous Muffin' for the idea of 'goffickness'. Without any delay, let's go.
There once was a boy who was born to two magical people. He had black hair and emerald eyes and he faced a lot of trials and tribulations to defeat the Dark Lord, Voldemort, once and for all. You might have heard of him. He's in his seventh year right now.
But this isn't his story. It's mine.
Hi! My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, don't blame me for my insanely long name, after being turned into a vampire, the Ministry gave me this name. Apparently, it's vampire 'tradition'. It's all bullshit if you ask me. As to how I look, um... I have long ebony black hair-which is how I got my name, even though it wasn't long when I was a kid(obviously)-with purple streaks and red tips that I dyed in and icy blue eyes. A lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee which is a great compliment for me because I like her and her songs so, so much! I mean, have you even heard 'My Immortal'? I have made a cover one her 'Bring Me To Life' with my friends. We conjured up some instruments, put sound-proof charms,and became one with the music. I'm not related to Gerard Way, despite my surname, but I wish I was because who wouldn't want to be?
Anyways, I'm a vampire, thus I have to be careful not to reveal them because if I do, I'll be in big trouble due to witches and wizards being too near-minded. I have pale, white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in Scotland(it's the best there is), where I'm in the seventh year so if you have at least rudimentary knowledge about Hogwarts and Maths, you'll know that I'm seventeen. I am able to study at Hogwarts because Professor Dumbledore, bless him, vouched for me. I am allowed to remain and study at Hogwarts as long as I bottle up my urges and not bite anybody. My close friends know about me though. I am in Slytherin house, the house of the snakes. It's the snake pit, I know, but hey! I love it anyways! People will also say that I am a goth, but I am not. I just favor the color black! I love Hot Topic and I buy most of my clothes from there.
Since today was a Saturday, we were allowed to wear whatever we wanted to. Today, I was wearing a really stylish black corset style top and a black skirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick and black eyeliner and red eye shadow. Now you may ask, how did I get the makeup? Didn't you hear? A makeup store has been opened in Hogsmeade!
I was walking outside Hogwarts with an umbrella in hand. It was raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about because, hello! Vampires and sunlight! A lot of preps stared at me. They mostly hated me, so the stares were not exactly friendly. I put up my middle finger at them. You see, it is in the nature of goths to hate preps. It has always been so. Before the first wizarding war, two races of rival beings came to Earth, known as goths and preps. The goths seeked out the most depressed, the saddest people and infected them with what is known as 'goffickness'. Unfortunately, 'dark creatures', like me, are safer only when they are goths. The preps were the rest, the 'happy people'.
"Hey, Ebony!" shouted somebody. I looked up. It was Draco Malfoy! You probably know about him. Tales make him out to be the 'rival' of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but they're all wrong. He's just...complicated. He's also kind-of-friends with Harry, who now goes by 'Vampire', Ron, who goes by 'Diabolo' and Hermione, who goes by 'B'loody Mary'. You may think that they all are in Gryffindor, but the governors, prejudiced idiots that they are decided all goths shall be in Slytherin. Back to Vampire, Diabolo and Mary, as we call her. They just changed their names out of the blue one day. I don't think they know why. But I do. They have been affected by goffickness. Even after about half a century, the goths remain and whisper in the minds of the depressed souls out there.
"What's up, Draco?" I asked him, brightly. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach. Gosh, those lips are delicious. Wait a sec, what the fuck am I thinking?
"Nothing," he said shyly, which was unusual for him. Really? Did he just greet me just to shut up when I answered him? Who even does that? And, normally people have an answer like, 'Fine', or 'Great' or even 'Not so well, thank you' when they are asked the question 'What's up?'
But then, I heard my friends call me, so I had to drop the matter now. I waved goodbye to him and made my way over to talk with the rest of my friends.
The next day, I woke up in the dorm that I shared with my friends, Willow Clark and Mary. It was raining again. I opened the door to my coffin. Yeah, I know that's incredibly old fashioned, but I blame the ministry. They are a couple of old-fashioned bastards. My coffin was thankfully not too ghastly, at least, they have fashion sense. It was made out of black mahogany, due to my status as a goth. Just then, Willow woke up and grinned at me. I'll tell you a bit about her. She has black hair with dyed, pink streaks and forest-green eyes. She may seem a bit scary, and so do I, and Vampire and Mary, well all of us, but I guarantee that we won't hurt you unless you hurt us. Willow, however, has a heart of gold. She's the kind of person to jump into a freezing river to save a drowning cat without any hesitation, so we joke that if the house system were fair, she'd be a Gryffindor. She's my best friend in the whole, wide world and practically my sister.
"Oh my God, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she told me excitedly as I braided her hair. Mine had been put in a messy bun, and we had already done our make-up. Mary didn't care much for it, and had gone down to breakfast.
"Yeah? So?" I answered, blushing. Damn Willow and her 'love powers' to hell. I don't need this right now.
"Do you like Draco?" she asked me, impatiently.
"No, I don't!" was my answer. I was telling her the truth. I did not like him. 'You do,' said the treacherous little voice in the back of my mind.
"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. "I'll believe that when pigs fly."
"Willow, I have the power to mess up your hair, badly and I will do it if you go down that lane of conversation," I said. My face was colored a bright, furious red.
"Jeez!," said my so-called best friend. "Calm down, Elizabeth Bennett."
"Who?"
Willow rolled her eyes. "You are ridiculously lacking in muggle classical literature."
I hmmped. "Your hair's finished," I told her, grumpily. My grumpiness didn't linger though. I never could never stay angry at her for long. We made our way to the Great Hall, chatting about random things all the way. It is important to savor the slight slices of normality we get.
The Great Hall was busy as always. I made my over to the Slytherin table and took a seat, pulling a carton of Count Chocula cereal near me. I poured some into my bowl of milk and took a bite. I took a sip from my glass of milk. Now, you may be asking, 'Hey, where's the blood, where's the gore?' First of all, I'm not that type of vampire. Second, I do need blood to survive, but any blood would suffice. So, the house-elfs prepare a glass of animal blood for me to drink before bed.
Just then, Draco walked up to the table. I guess he'd been sleeping in. It was Sunday, after all.
"Hi, Ebony," he greeted me, sliding into a seat beside me.
"Hi, Draco," I replied. His hair was looking pretty good today, had he done something new to it? And he looks particularly cute in that sweater, I wonder how he would look out-no! Nope! I am not checking him out. I am not checking him out. I am not checking him out. 'Alright,' I thought as he looked at me worriedly with those damn grey eyes. 'I am checking him out'.
"Guess what," he said, right after this shocking revelation.
"What?" I asked and blushed furiously. This crush was awful. He must think I'm pathetic.
"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade," he told me.
"Oh. My. God!" I whisper-screamed. I love Good Charlotte. They are my favorite band, besides My Chemical Romance. But, I guess they were wizards.
"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.
I gasped. "Of course," I answered him with a small smile, not affected at all. Inside though, I was screaming with delight.
"Well," Willow said to me after he had gone out of the Great Hall. "He asked you out on a date."
"It's not a date. We're just friends," I protested. Willow just smiled knowingly at me.
"Sure," she said and swept out of the hall. I sat there, alone, morosely eating.
Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the milk I was drinking spilled over my top.
"Bastard!" I shouted angrily. I looked up angrily to see the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks. He wore no glasses as his eyesight had been cured by Madam Pomfrey. He had some stubble on his chin. I immediately regretted shouting at him, because I recognized him. Meet Harry 'Vampire' James Potter.
"I'm so sorry, Ebony," he said, handing me a napkin and gazing at his feet, clearly embarrassed.
"That's all right. I'm sorry for shouting at you Vampire," I told him, beckoning him to sit besides me.
He smiled. "How are you this morning, Ebony?" he asked me, serving himself some bacon and eggs.
"Great," I chirped.
He leaned closer. "I saw you talking with Draco," he whispered to me. I blushed, but did not give any reply. Does everybody here know about my non-existent love life?
"Well?" he demanded after a pretty long and awkward silence.
"What?" I snapped back at him.
"Do you like him?" he asked me, impatiently.
"No, I don't," I hurriedly told him. The annoying voice in my head whispered, 'Admit it, you like him. De-Nial is not just a river in Egypt.' Stupid voice. I blocked it out to see Vampire smirking knowingly.
"Right," he said. "So where exactly are you going for this date of yours?"
"It's not a date," I squeaked, my voice high-pitched. "And where did you even know about it?"
Vampire raised an eyebrow but obliged with an answer. "Willow," he said, taking a big bite of his food. I slammed my head against the table. "And you still haven't answered my question, Ebony."
"Fine," I grumbled, pushing my now empty bowl away. "You know about the Good Charlotte Concert in Hogsmeade today?" At my companion's nod, I continued. "We're going there."
"Oh, come on!," exclaimed Vampire. "Almost everybody's going there. Can't the Legolas knock-off be more romantic?" I giggled slightly at the name for Draco. Even though they were kind-of friends now didn't mean that they stopped calling each other names.
I stood up. "See you, Vampire," I shouted to Harry as I made my way out of the Great Hall. It was going to be a fantastic day, even without Vampire and Willow teasing me. I held my head up and walked. I'm Ebony Way, I'm a vampire and a witch, and I'm going to leave my mark on the world.
AN: It took me 3 days to do this, but I'm satisfied with it. Tell me what you think of Ebony. I'm sorry if I missed some details. I did not read the 'original' My Immortal. I read it from fanfics which preserve this story. So, basically, I've been copy-pasting things and editing them. I got the source material for this story from 'xXMidnightEssenceXx'.
Also, there is a small box there. That box is known as the review box where we type our reviews for a particular fanfic. I requesteth thee to kindly writeth in that box.
