First off, a disclaimer: I do not own 'My Immortal', thank God.
This is a challenge set to me by my friend JinxSaw – also the Beta of this fanfic – to rewrite 'My Immortal', so if the plotline is awful (which is pretty bad to be honest) please don't flame me for it, or any character changes I was forced to make: I'm just making do with what I have. I don't mind flames as long as you tell me what you don't like and what you want me to change in the writing.
That over and done with, please review and tell me how I'm doing! Enjoy!
Hi. My name is Ebony Dementia Darkness Raven Way, and I think that I'm misunderstood. People think that because of my name and my clothes I'm a goth and an emo; they don't seem to get that there's a difference. I'm not either of them really: I wear the clothes 'cos I like them, and to be honest, I'd rather stand out from the crowd than be part of it.
I suppose I got it from my parents – muggles, both of them. They were the proper gothic types, with leather greatcoats, steel-heeled boots and that kind of stuff. They didn't have much to do with the rest of my family, and they've never wanted to have much to do with us – or me, either; when they found out my full name at my christening – after my parents were bullied into it by my Auntie Sybil – they thought that I'd turn out like my parents and didn't see me again after that.
I must be sounding quite whiney, and I'm really sorry about that, but I hate being judged by the way I look, and that's all that's ever happened to me. I was hoping that when I came to Hogwarts things would be different, but no: they all took one look at my clothes and my parents on platform nine and three-quarters and thought that I was another snooty pure-blood who belonged in Slytherin, along with the other bad eggs. They were right about one thing; I was placed in Slytherin, but they're totally wrong about everything else. Even now in my seventh year here, they still view me based on their own stupid views: I have only one true friend here who sees me for who I am, although I suppose this is just as well. Judging by the amount of Slytherins here who refer to muggle-borns as mudbloods, it'd probably be best to keep quiet on my family.
Today's been a bit of a bad day, as you can probably tell. It must be something like three degrees outside, but instead of snow all we get is this mushy sleet which gets into your shoes and saturates your clothes. Last lesson was Herbology and we were helping Professor Sprout to salvage as many of the plants outside as we could to stop them from freezing; as a result I had to change into my own clothes. Over the years I had tried to buy things that would be sensible for wearing – I'm hardly going to wear leather stuff all the time! Who does that? – so I grabbed a simple dark green jumper, black skinny jeans and my fake army boots to wear. It was nearly time for Potions class, so instead of towelling my hair dry I simply pulled it back in a high ponytail and prayed as I snatched my things and hurried out of the girls' common room that it looked ok.
People did give me some odd looks as I hurried the short way to the lesson, but I hoped that that was just because I wasn't wearing uniform. When I arrived, I was relieved to see that everyone was still milling around outside, chatting in little groups. Professor Snape may be Head of Slytherin house and therefore excuse my clothing – due to his obvious favouritism – but God help anyone who turned up late, even Slytherins.
I was just making sure that I had my equipment when someone said snidely: "Get a bit wet, did you?"
Looking up, I groaned inwardly when I saw Draco Malfoy, also feeling supremely irritated that even though he was clearly making fun of me, my heart had started pounding at the mere sight of his smooth blond hair and smoky grey eyes. Malfoy was the one person I wanted to keep my distance from, given his attitude towards muggle-borns – but he was also the only person who made me feel like this.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I wouldn't have gotten so wet if you and your little trolls had bothered to help, instead of chatting in the greenhouse out of the way!" Speaking of which, where were Crabbe and Goyle? I peered round Malfoy's shoulder: they were huddled together a good distance away from their leader. So Malfoy came to talk to me alone. Interesting…
Malfoy laughed. "Well, you looked like you were doing such a good job on your own with those Gryffindor mudbloods!"
Even though the comment – indirectly and unknowingly by him targeted at me – stung, his smile diminished it somehow. Not for the first time my pale skin was a vice: blushing was not what I needed right now.
"So, Ebony…" I waited curiously for him to continue. Was Malfoy…nervous? Maybe I was just reading it wrong. Draco Malfoy is not, after all, someone who gets nervous. He opened his mouth to say something more, but at that moment the classroom door opened and the noise died down instantly as the black-cloaked figure of Snape appeared in previously empty doorway.
"Enter." His lips had barely moved but he might as well have shouted; everyone could hear him loud and clear. Malfoy re-joined his group of friends as we filed into the classroom. I was wondering what he had been about to say when Snape clamped his hand down on my shoulder, preventing me from entering.
"Professor Sprout informed me that you may be wearing your own clothes other than your uniform," He smiled thinly. "Let's just help that your jumper isn't flammable."
"Yes professor." He released his grip and I walked into the classroom. I was probably the only Slytherin there who was creeped out by Snape, and I tried to hide it as best I could, so that the more malevolent members wouldn't have any ammunition to pick on me and make my life hell. Speaking of which…my mind returned to what Malfoy might've been about to say to me. What had it been? Hopefully I'll find out sooner or later; I hate not knowing what's going to happen next…
So? Any better/worse than the original? Hope that at least the spelling's ok!