Ch. 12

AN: Stop flaming, ok? Hargrid is a pedophile too. A lot of people in American Schools are like that. I wanted to address the issue. How do you know that Snape is a Christian? Hargrid isn't really in love with Ebony, that was Sedric!

Erm, who's Sedric? Clearly Tara hasn't read her own story.

I feel that if Tara truly wanted to address that issue, than she should have done so in a less ridiculous manner. If you address an issue in such a silly way, no one will take you seriously. Is Tara addressing the issue of vampires, Goths and Satanists as well?

I was about to slit my wrists again. I was going to slit my wrists again with a silver knife. It was the silver knife that Draco had given me earlier. He wanted me to defend myself with the knife, but I wanted to die. We should die together.

Don't you have a wand? There are a lot of muggle weapons in this wizard story.

"No!" Vampire screamed. I thought that it was Hargrid, but it was Vampire.

He screamed, "Oh my ****ing G*d! No! My scar hurts!"

Vampire's eyes rolled back. I could see the whites of his eyes. They were red.

The whites of his eyes are red? Are they the reds of his eyes?

I stopped and said, "how did you know?"

Know what? I'm very glad that you've stopped slitting your wrists, as well as slightly annoyed that it doesn't kill you. Oh Vampire. Why did you tell her to stop? I could have been done by now. I could have started on Starkit's Prophecy… I guess my readers will just have to wait for that. We curse your name Vampire! Curses!

"I saw it! My scar turned back into a lightning bolt!"

I think these guys are having two conversations at once. Also, how do you see your forehead? Scratch that, there are mirrors in a bathroom. J

"No!" I ran to him, "I thought that you didn't have a scar anymore!"

Honestly. Ebony, you should have learned by now that there is no consistency in this story.

"I do, but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram. I always cover it up with foundation," he responded. "My scar hurts and it turned back into a lightning bolt! Save me! Then I had a vision! I know what's happening to Draco! Voldemort has him at home! He's in bondage!"

Evidently Voldemort has a fetish. Who knew?

Also, how is having a pentagram on your forehead any better than having a lightning bolt? Why cover it up with makeup if you go to all the trouble to change it?

I was now in the school nurse's office. I was recovering from my slit wrists.

You've slit your wrists plenty of times and you've never been there before. How did you get there so fast? Evidently Mary Sues can teleport!

Snape, Lupin and Hagrid were there. They were going to St. Mungo's after they got out of the hospital because they were pedophiles. You can't have those ****ing perverts teaching in a school where there are a lot of hot girls.

Let me get this straight. Snape, Lupin and Hargrid are going to the hospital after they get out of the nurse's office. Why not just send them to the hospital and skip the nurse's office altogether? Also, why would you send pedophiles to a hospital? Do you want them to molest little children in comas? Send them to jail! You could charge them for sexual harassment and for creating child pornography. Send them to a hospital… Good G*d. *facedesk*

Dumbledore had confiscated the video camera that they had used to film me while I was naked.

But you weren't naked…

I gave them the finger.

Hargrid sat in my hospital bed. He was holding a bouquet of pink roses.

"Ebony, I need to tell you something," he said seriously.

"****off," I said.

I would be pissed if someone came into my bed while I was inside of it as well. That's just rude.

"You know that I ****ing hate the colour pink. I don't like ****ed up preps like you," I snapped.

Do you not like him because he's ****ed up? Or do you not like him because you think that he's prep? Choose wisely.

Hargrid had been mean to me before becoming Gothic.

"No Ebony," he said. "These are not roses."

You just said they were roses…

"What, are they Goths too, you poser prep!" I asked because I was angry. How dare he bring me pink roses!

Are they roses? Ebony seems to think that they are Goth people who are disguising themselves as a bouquet of pink roses. I must say, that's a very good disguise. I know what I'm doing for Halloween!

"I saved your life!" he yelled.

"No you didn't," I replied, "You saved me from getting filmed for a porn video! You saved me from being sued by Snape and Lupin!"

Why would they sue you?

Speaking in philosophical terms, Hargrid saved her life. A porn video would have caused Ebony much embarrassment, therefore ruining her life. Philosophically, he saved her life by not allowing Snape and Lupin to publish this porn video.

He also saved her life by stopping her when she decided (for the millionth time) to slit her wrists.

*who MASTABATED to it he added silently.* (AN: See, is that spelled wrong?)

Yes. Yes, it is. Close, but no cigar.

"Whatever!" I said angrily.

Hargrid pointed his wand at the pink roses, "these aren't roses."

He looked at them and muttered, "well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say!"

Edited Out: Random Caps-lock rage

"That's not a spell, that's an MCR song," I corrected him. I acted wise.

Don't you know by now that there are no actual spells in this fanfic? The killing curse is the only one that's used correctly!

"I know; I was just warming up my vocal cords."

Then he screamed, "Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio (AN: for all you cool Gothic MCR fans out there, this is a tribute! Especially to you Raven! I love you girl!) imo noto okayo!"

Well. Isn't that interesting. What the ****? It's not latin… What the **** is it?

Then the roses turned into a huge, black flame. It floated in the middle of the air. It was black. Now I knew that he wasn't a prep.

What the fuck are the roses? Will you decide already! I love the reassurement that the black flame, is indeed, black. Who knew?

"Ok. I believe you now. What the ****is Draco?"

What? Isn't he a vampire? How could you not already know this?

Hargrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the ball of flame, but I couldn't see anything.

Did you see flame?

"You see Ebony," Dumbledore said. He was watching us, while we were watching the flame. "To see what is in the flames, (Haha! You reviewers flame! Get it?)you must find yourself. Ok?"

Oh, so it's like finding a hidden power inside your being. Cool. Although I don't get her joke.

"I have found myself! You're a mean, old man!" Hargrid yelled. Dumbledore was shocked. He didn't have a headache, or else he would have responded.

Woah! Calm down Hargrid! He's offering advice, not attacking you! Besides, he isn't talking to you!

Hargrid stormed out of the room. He shouted, "you're a liar Dumbledore!"

When I got better I went up to my room. I put on a black leather minidress. It was frayed around the edges and it had a lace trim.

How can it be frayed around the edges and have a lace trim?

*There was some corset stuff on the front.*

What on Earth is 'corset stuff'?

I put on some black fishnets and a pair of black, high heeled boots. The boots had pictures of Billy Joe Armstrong on them. I styled my hair so I looked like Samara from 'The Ring'. (If you don't know who she is, you're a prep, so **** off.)

You want to look like a deformed ghost who's bent on vengeance? Why?

I put on blood red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.

You can get black lip gloss?

"You look kawai girl," Bloody Mary said sadly.

"Thanks, you do too," I said sadly. I was still upset.

Did Ebony say 'thanks' or was it just me? She has manners?

I slit my wrists because I was depressed. Then I sucked up all the blood.

…I did something because I feel an aversion to activity. No, I cannot let this drop, this is a particular pet peeve of mine…

I cried in the bathroom and turned the blinds so that Snape and Lupin couldn't spy on me.

Erm, aren't they in the hospital?

I went to some classes.

It's good to know that you care about your education. You don't seem to care that much, of course now you can't get expelled for doing lousy work, so you have to stay at the school which means that I have to continue editing. *sigh*

I met Vampire in 'Care of Magical Creatures'. He looked depressed because Draco had disappeared.

I love how she knows how someone else is feeling. Is this a Mary Sue thing?

He used to be in love with Draco.

We've heard.

He was sucking the blood from a Hufflepuff.

Someone get some Aurors in there! Or something…

"Hi," he said in a depressed tone of voice.

"Hi," I said in an equally depressed tone.

We looked at each other for a long time. Harry had beautiful gothic red eyes. They looked like Draco's eyes. Then we jumped on each other and we started to have sex.

Wha? In the middle of class? Seriously? Aurors! Where are they?

"Stop it now, you horny simpletons!" shouted professor McGonagall. Everyone was watching us.

They're probably going to have nightmares. You've scarred several people for life.

"Vampire, you ****er!" I said as I slapped him. "Stop trying to screw me, you know that I loved Draco!"

But you jumped on him too. Evidently you don't love Draco, you're just a sucker for red eyes.

Edited Out: A repetition of what happened with Harry's scar back in the bathroom. You know, with the reds of Harry's eyes.