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I'm redoing this because I want to show what a real goth girl can do. Not to mention I just want to! Flames as well as anything you things I should add in are welcome. I have no problem with your opinions.
My Immortal (revamp)
Chapter One : Train Ride
The train began to move as I found an empty cabin. After I put my luggage away someone opened the door. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." I nodded at the meek boy. His brown hair was a mess and glasses tilted to the side, he's probably bee running. Then I noticed the scar on his forehead, a lightning bolt.
"So you're Harry Potter. Thought you'd be a little more… well, not like this," I studied him and he gulped. After a few glances outside, he sat down.
"You have a strange accent, are you from the Americas?" Harry asked me. I had talked to Draco Malfoy threw letters since moving to New York. He'd mention Harry a few times, not in the best light. "I was born in Manchester but moved to New York when I was eleven. They wanted me to go to Bedwrys School of Magick. I know a few of the people in Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but not many." What I said made him only more nervous. Then someone yelled, "Where are you Potter? You won't get away this time?" I looked at him and he visibly cringed. The cabin door slid open. A girl with rather frizzy brow hair walked in, followed by a redheaded boy with lots of freckles. Draco had mentioned them before, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, "What happened?"
Harry shouted in his defense, "Fred and George did it! Not me!" At this point I was at a complete loss. Then a fourth figure walked in. The cabin was getting quite claustrophobic. All I could see of the fourth figure was light blonde hair and fair skin. I mumbled to my self, "Draco?" Harry stood up and Ron and Hermione tried to keep Draco away. Draco had Harry by the collar and Harry took a swing at swing at Draco barely missing his eye. Draco backed off, "Bloody hell!" I tried my hardest not to laugh. I really did. I had known Draco a long time ago. He was never half as strong as he portrayed but twice as conniving. Then something in me clicked and I burst out into laughter while Harry was explaining something to Draco. Draco glared at me, "Why you! My family could… Ravenna?" (a/n: Please don't get to angry at me. This is a real name. I thought it better than calling her "Raven" or "Ebony.")
"In the flesh! I'm transferring. Mum decided she was going to move back to Manchester with or with my father" The laughing stopped and I couldn't help but smile. "Draco Malfoy getting his ass kicked by Harry Potter, my friends at Bedwrys are going to love this." For a moment Draco forgot about Harry and his friends. I glanced at Harry and he quickly left. Draco stood up strait, still clutching his left eye.
"Poor baby. Left me help you," my voice dripped with sarcasm. I grabbed my wand and made him remove his hands from his eye. Rolling my eyes, I put my wand away. A little bruise, he deserved the pain. "You aren't going to heal it?" Healing was my specialty. I was a huge tom boy growing up and I got a lot of cuts and a few broken bones. My mother finally gave me a list of healing spells to carry around with me. Since then I've memorized each spell. A girl came into the cabin and latched onto Draco's arm. I've see her before. Her name was Pansy Parkinson. She sized me and then turned to Draco like I wasn't a threat. Ah, delusions of grandeur. Like hell I'm not a threat! Whatever. Draco gave me a look that said help me and I didn't do a thing. Pansy made him leave. You stirred the snakes, now sleep with them.