Everyone in the class stared at Ebony. I came into the room even though I was naked and I thought of a reply that would make her come back to me so I could kill her.
"Ebony, it's not what you think!" I screamed, pretending to be sad.
That mud blood Hermione Granger, who referred to herself as B'loody Mary Smith now, smiled at Ebony. She flipped her long waist-length black hair. She had "dyed" it, whatever that means. I'm sure, however, that it is some sort of a muggle version of the colour-changing charm. She opened her crimson eyes, which she was wearing contact lenses on--another colour-changing method muggles utilize. She had pale white skin courtesy of the muggle invention "make-up."
I had heard Hermione telling Ebony that she was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents, as she described them, are vampires and one of them is a witch but, according to her, Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She says she still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. Somehow she found out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. She has also apparently converted to Satanism and has moved from Gryffindor to Slytherin. I do not believe it, as Slytherin does not welcome mud bloods and nobody is entitled to switch houses.
"What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!" Snape's demeanour was angry in his cold voice.
"Vampire, I can't believe you cheated on me with Draco!" she shouted at him. Everyone gasped.
So, she is going out with Potter, not me! But wait, Potter was never involved with me as any kind of companion! Don't even mention it. I don't know what made Ebony think I had any interest in him. He seemed to like Britney, a stupid airhead.
"But I'm not going out with Draco anymore!" said Potter.
"Yeah right! *beep* off, you bastard!" she screamed and ran out of the room, heading towards the Forbidden forest, bursting into tears. I tailed her. She leaned against the tree where I tried to kill her. Suddenly, a man with red eyes, no nose and black clothing started flying towards her on a broomstick. He resembled Voldemort, but I knew it was either Crabbe or Goyle on Polyjuice potion disguising themselves as the Dark Lord.
"No!" she shouted in a scared voice but then the imposer Voldemort shouted "Imperius!" and she couldn't run away.
"Crookshanks!" she shouted at him. Imposer Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. She then stopped.
"Ebony." he yelled. "Thou must kill Vampire Potter!" Hmm, Crabbe/Goyle has apparently read too much Shakespeare (a muggle playwright from the renaissance, if you didn't know) lately.
"No, Voldemort!" she shouted back.
Imposer Voldemort gave her a gun. "No! Please!" she begged.
"Thou must!" he yelled. "If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!" Nice one, oaf. Nice attempt at betraying me.
"How did you know?" she asked in a surprised way.
Imposer Voldemort shot her a deserving dude-you-are-so-retarded look on his face. "I hath telekinesis." he answered cruelly. "And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Draco!" he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.
I thought that was a good time to come and intervene. I ambled towards her.
"Draco!" she said. "Hi!"
"Hi." I said back. She stared at the pancake makeup she bombarded my face with.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"No." I answered, because of you.
"I'm sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me." she expelled.
"That's okay." I said, disgusted she would ever interpret my behaviour towards her as attraction. I tried to flee to Hogwarts but she tried to suck my face the entire way. She asked me to come to rehearsals with her band Bloody Gothic Rose 666, but I told her I was depressed and I wanted to slit my wrists. In reality, I just went away to congratulate Crabbe and Goyle for doing a good job impersonating Dumbledore and Voldemort. I ordered Crabbe to continue pretending to be Dumbledore. Goyle was to be Lupin, and I prepared myself to be transformed into Snape.
I listened to the band's silly performance through a wall. Then, I overheard Ebony reminiscing the words of Goyle's character Voldemort.
"Well, Voldemort came and told me to kill Harry! But I don't want to kill him, because he's really nice, even if he did go out with Draco. But if I don't kill Harry, then Voldemort, will kill Draco!" She burst into tears. Suddenly I jumped out from behind the wall.
"Why didn't you tell me!" I shouted. "How could you- you- you poser muggle bitch!" Yes, I finally got that out of me!
She started to cry and cry. Trying to be sympathetic, I started to cry too all sensitive. Then I ran out. I could hear the band continue to jam. I ordered Crabbe, as Dumbledore, to walk in angrily with his eyes were all fiery. Ebony somehow had the idea that last time it was because he had a headache, but this time she didn't think so.
"What have you done!" imposer Dumbledore started to weep in a manner full of wisdom…however that may be done. "Ebony, Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists."