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Chapter 3
The Tear in the Potterverse
Ariana walked briskly to the podium, looking around the auditorium. She almost fell over in shock.
Were those… people sitting there? And three, no less?
"Good morning, class," she said briskly, quickly recovering from her shock. "Today we shall be rewriting chapter three of My Immortal. Chapter three is often referred to as The Tear, meaning the Tear in the Potterverse from which the Sue armies flow. We shall continue to attempt to plug the gap by, you guessed it, eliminating Good Charlotte from this chapter entirely. Again, the chapter is in three parts. We shall begin, as always, with the Author's Note. Here it is:"
Chapter 3.
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"As you may have noticed, the A/Ns are already getting worse. Thankfully, this one, again, is not so bad and is very easily dealt with. Here it is again:"
Chapter 3
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"Now that we've fixed that, we shall move on to the plot. In the original, the main plot points of the chapter were: one, to attend the concert, and two, have Draco act on his attraction to her. The original chapter was this:"
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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather mini dress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale any way. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car, He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show to), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (a lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!) .
"Hi Draco!" I said on a depressed voice.
"Hi Ebony." He said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom,
She sets you free into this life." Sang Joel (I don't own the lyrics 2 dat song).
"Joel is so ******* hot," I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco all sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary ******* Duff. I ******* hate that little *****." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blond face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got some GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back to the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back to Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into… the Forbidden Forest!
"As you can see…" Ariana broke off. The room started to shake, she looked up, and continued. "As you can see, every time this chapter is written or read, the Potterverse trembles at the sheer absurdity of a muggle band playing in Hogsmeade. We shall rewrite this chapter, changing the concert to an event in which the Holyhead Harpies, Britain's only all-female Quidditch team will sign autographs and have pictures taken. Keeping in mind that we are already changing the plot, the original and rewritten versions will start to differ greatly in about five chapters, around the time that the Sweater Saga begins. Raven was really the only thing keeping Ebony at regular Sue level. Once our dear friend Raven left, Ebony rose up to become The Mother of All Sues. Her unedited story opened a gap in the Potterverse from which the Sue armies rose, beginning The Great Sue War, which is still raging today.
Here is the rewritten version:"
Forty pairs of stilettos, seven dresses, twenty-three various kinds of makeup, and one tantrum later, I was ready to meet Draco in the Slytherin common room.
"You sure about this?" asked Willow.
"For the last time, Willow, it's just one date. What's the worst that could happen?" I said, growing annoyed.
"He could-"
"Willow!" I shouted, exasperated at my friend's incessant nagging. "I'll be fine," I continued, calmer, "We're just going to get autographs and grab a few butterbeers, nothing more."
Willow still looked doubtful, but let it drop, for once.
I walked down the stairs, too deep in thought to slide down the banister like I normally do. Draco was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
"Hey!" he said, almost disgustingly cheerful.
I am such a pessimist.
"Hey…" I said, not sharing the same enthusiasm.
Draco, possibly nervous (wait, what? Malfoys do not get nervous! Preposterous!), nattered on about trivial things, the rain (turns out he likes it just as much as I do), the Harpies, Quidditch (sometimes I think that's all boys care about….), the new broom that was coming out soon (Firebolt Version 2), his father, and more Quidditch (a few "Damn you, Potter!" s thrown in for good measure).
I didn't need to say much, just saying "Hmm" and "Yeah" whenever Draco stopped to draw breath (which wasn't that often, honestly, he was talking so fast, I thought he was going to pass out).
We finished the walk down the last stretch of road in silence. It began to drizzle again.
The line was backed almost to the Shrieking Shack. I groaned. The Harpies had gained a lot of popularity this year, winning game after game. It would probably be at least two hours until we got to the front of the line.
We trudged, slightly put out, to the back of the line. Willow joined us soon after, giving Draco her Death Glare™. I frowned at her, wishing she would give him a chance… wait, where did that come from? King Ferret had never joined in teasing me, but didn't prevent it, either.
It started to rain in earnest, the cold evening turning the rain to a mushy sleet. I scowled, wishing the rain- proper rain- not this slushy mess, would come back.
We made small talk for a bit, eventually falling silent as it got colder – and wetter. After a while everyone stopped talking, huddling against the wind, pulling their coats up and wiping their faces free of the ice that clung to the fringes of their hoods.
Eventually we got to the front of the line. Gwenog Jones signed the autographs with a practiced hand, barely glancing at the parchment, smirking slightly at our wet clothes and generally miserable expressions.
We hurried out, almost sprinting the hundred yards or so to our favorite pub, The Three Broomsticks.
Madam Rosmerta spotted us almost instantly and hurried over.
"Three Butterbeers?" she said briskly.
A small smile flickered across Draco's face. "You guessed it."
We made our way to a small table by the fire – miraculously, no one had taken it yet, even though it was in an ideal spot for warming up. Madam Rosmerta got us our Butterbeers fairly quickly, only a three or so minute wait. We sat with our backs to the flames, soaking in as much warmth as we could. The Butterbeer warmed me up from head to toe (I still wonder how Butterbeer does that, seeing as I'm a vampire). Small note, vampires aren't always icy. We can't produce body heat, meaning that we're always at room temperature. Right now, for example, my back will probably feel a bit hot, but my front will feel fairly chilly. Just thought you should know.
"Enjoying yourself?" Draco asked.
"I guess," I said. "It was a bit cold, though," I added as an afterthought.
He nodded vigorously.
"The Harpies are doing exceptionally well this year," he noted. "I think it's probably due to their new Seeker. Their old one was, to be frank, mediocre at best."
"Their Chasers make a strong team," I put in, happy to talk about my favorite team. "And their Keeper is quite good, but their Beaters' could use some work."
Willow left soon after, but Draco and I stayed by the fire, sipping our Butterbeers and talking long into the night.
Maybe – just maybe – Draco wasn't so bad after all.
"This concludes the rewrite of chapter three," said Ariana, turning so fast that she knocked her stack of notes over, and hurried out the door.
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