Author's Note: This is basically a fan-fiction of the infamous fan-fiction My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie. I was oddly intrigued by the terrible story and wondered what it'd be like if it was better written. This is my attempt at it. I've added a few of my own elements, but I don't claim any ownership over her characters or story itself. I've also tweaked a few things here and there to bring some sense into the story. I'm taking this project kind of by ear, Chapter by Chapter. I hope to make a tangible story out of her basic outline. I may come back to edit a few things here and there so that everything makes sense.
Changes and Tweaks: I've added some back-story to the characters. I originally wasn't sure if I should have 'Draco' be the actual Draco, but thanks to ShineStrong's suggestion in the reviews, I've decided to keep him as the real Draco Malfoy.
I've also edited their ages to take place in The Order of The Phoenix since we're going with the real Draco. It'd be extremely odd to have this story taking place during The Deathly Hallows, wouldn't it? I didn't think Half-Blood Prince would fit, either.
Feedback is strongly encouraged!
My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. I know, it's a bit cheesy, right? Like something out of a terrible Gothic romance novel. I suppose I should give my parents credit for having a sense of humor. I'm named after my hair, which is long and black. I've gotten purple streaks and red tips just to spite them. Thankfully, I can do that now since I started at Hogwarts, where their rules do not apply.
I'm in my fifth year and a proud Slytherin. I get made fun of a lot for shopping at mall-goth stores and listening to pseudo-punk bands, but I don't let that get me down. I think they're just jealous or scared of me because I happen to be a vampire. But sometimes, I'm not so sure. I wouldn't let others know that, of course. I have to make sure that everyone knows I am original and that I don't care about what they think. You're the only one I can tell about that kind of stuff, Diary.
Snow began to fall as I wrote away in my new diary, ignoring our studies. A gentle layer of white fell across the grass and the sky faded to a muted gray. Winter had certainly arrived and I couldn't be happier. Class had been dismissed while I pondered the weather. The clamor to leave snapped me back and I hastily gathered my things to join them.
"Hey, Ebony!" a familiar voice called as I made my way back to the dormitories. I turned around to the mass of students scurrying about, trying to avoid the snow. Then, I saw him: Draco Malfoy. His platinum hair and pale skin would have made him near-invisible in the gray of winter, if it wasn't for his red contacts.
"Hey. What's up?" I replied. I couldn't help but let a smile cross my lips; he and I had been close since I arrived at our school. We were both very different then; naïve eleven-year-olds venturing into an entirely new world. He was the first to approach me, and the first I had told about my vampirism. We had grown up together, traveling to the mall on weekends to check out what trends we would follow and what we'd scorn in our teenage angst. He was my confidant, my best friend.
"Nothing, um..." He said, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. His body language threw me off; he was acting shy around me. Me, of all people? It wasn't like him in the least. I wanted to ask him if something was wrong, it seemed as though he had something he needed to say. He fidgeted, looking down at the ground, "Ebony, I-"
"Hey, girl!" Several of my friends approached us, one wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "We've got to work on our project, so what are you doing hanging around in the cold for?" She chided playfully. I smiled and gained the air of confidence they knew me for.
"I love this weather, of course!" I placed my hand on my hips, chuckling. "Let's get inside, then. I know you can't finish it without me!" I walked away, letting Draco stand there with unfinished words left in his mouth.