Editor's Note: This will finally be finished tonight. I'm not quite sure if we're doing you all a favour by resurrecting this, but we're doing it anyway. In case anyone spontaneously combusts from this (most likely me) I absolve myself from all liability by saying Light made me.

Light, here is the beginning of the end. Also, I may be lazier, but I'm also prettier.

AN: Shut the fuck up. Preps get a life! You suck! Oh, and from now on I'll be on vacation in England until, like, August so I won't be able to update for a while, lolz. Fangs to everyone who reviewed except the preps who flamed. FUCK YOU! MCR Rules!

I woke up in the Nurse's office in a special Gothic coffin. (EN: I'd love to know what sort of school has coffins in the Nurse's office. It might lead to concern on behalf of the students, no?) Hagrid was in the bed opposite me in a coma because Vampire and Draco beat him up. Mr. Norris was cleaning the room.

"Oh my Satan what happened?!" I screamed. Suddenly Voldemort came. He looked less mean then usual.

"Get the fuck out, you fucking bastard!" I yelled.

"Thou hath not killed Vampire yet!" he said angrily. Suddenly he started to cry tears of blood, all selective. (EN: I don't really know what Tara meant here. But selective is possibly the only thing which makes sense. You would have to be 'selective' to cry tears of blood. Don't know how you'd manage it on purpose though.)

"Voldemort? Oh my Fucking God! What's wrong?!" I asked. (EN: Why so concerned? This is your arch nemesis, shouldn't him being upset be a point in your favour?)

Suddenly … Lucius, Professor Sinistra and Sirius came! B'loody Mary and Vampire were with them. Everyone was holding black boxes. Voldemort disappeared!

"Oh My Fucking God! Ebony you're alive!" screamed Vampire. I hugged him and B'loody Mary. (EN: Much as I hate to disagree with Vampire on anything, it really is shocking that Ebony is still alive considering the amount of times she's slit her wrists. And the amount of people who would like to inflict blunt force trauma.)

"What the fuck happened?" I asked them. "Oh my Satan! Am I, like, dead now?" I gasped. (EN: Dear God, I hope not. We are in real trouble if death doesn't get rid of her.)

"Ebony you were almost shot!" said Sirius. "But the bullet could not kill you since you were from another time." (EN: I can't even...)

"But thanks anyway!" said Lucius, holding out his arm. I gasped. He had two arms!

"Oh My God! I can't believe Vampire's dad shot you!" I gasped.

"Well, to be honest, Snape was possessed by Snape back den." said James.

"Yeah he was a spy." Sirius said sadly. "He was really a Death Eater."

"And he was such a fucking poser too!" said Lucius. "He didn't even really know who Good Charlotte were until I told him." Well anyway, everyone started to give me presents. I was opening a black box with red 666s (there was a DVD of The Corpse Bride in it) on it when I gasped. Mr. Norris looked up angrily because he hated Goths.

"Hey, has anyone fucking seen Draco?" I asked gothically.

"No, Draco told me he would be watching House of Wax." said Professor Trelawney. "He doesn't know that you're better. Anyway the nurse said you could get up. Come on!"

I got up suicidally. (EN: I'm leaving this as it is because it is grammatically correct and fits the morbidness of Ebony actually getting better.) Lucius, Sirius and Professor Sinistra left. I was wearing a black leather nightgown. Under that I had on a sexy black leather bra trimmed with black lace, with a matching thong that said Gothic Girl on the butt and sexy fishnets that hooked onto my thong. (If you don't get the idea message me I'll tell you) (EN: Because suspenders are such a difficult concept?) I put on a black fishnet top under a black MCR t-shirt, a black leather mini with black lace and congress shoes. I left the hospital wing with B'loody Mary, Willow and Vampire.

"Oh My Fucking God! Let's celebrate!" gasped Willow. (EN: Personally, I'd be far more prone to celebrating if she did die. But each to her own, I suppose.)

"We can go see House of Wax with Draco!" giggled Vampire.

"Let's go listen to Good Charlotte and cut ourselves!" said Hermione. We opened the commen room door sexily. And then … I gasped … Draco was there, doing it with Snape! He was wearing a black t-shirt with 666 on the front and baggy jeans.

"You fucking prep!" we all yelled angrily.

"Yeah, you betrayed us!" shouted Vampire angrily as he took out his black gun.

"No! You don't understand!" screamed Draco sadly as he took his thingy out of Snape's. (EN: Tara … I don't even have words for this. I am gesticulating wildly at my laptop making faces, in case anyone is wondering.)

"No shit, you fucking suck, you preppy bastard!" said Willow trying to attack him (You rock, girl!). I ran suicidally to my room. I sexily took a stake out.

"Ebony no!" screamed Draco but it was too late. I had slit my wrists with it. Suddenly everything went black again. (EN: As awful as this sounds: please let it have worked this time.)

Editor's Note: After going back over old chapters trying to figure out how I used to get through these, I came across the editor's note at the end of chapter 28. It was absolutely fantastic and horrific at the same time. Ah, the memories.