This is a fanfiction based on Tara's infamous fanfiction "My Immortal." For those of you who are not familiar, type into your search engine "worst fanfic ever" or "worst fanfiction ever." To those familiar, enjoy!
This fic is not a set of comments or summary on the events of My Immortal though they will crossover in their own way eventually.
This is the story of one good deed gone horribly wrong and the girl who tries to save life as she knows it. I do not own or claim My Immortal characters (no matter how different from their original format they are) and names have been altered slightly (Tara and Raven). Also, if I need add now, I obviously don't own Harry Potter characters either, cannon or immortalized.
Before the Halloween of our fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I wasn't sure if my friend (read stalker) Tara Smith was all there. After that, I was certain of it. But let me back up.
"I so wish I had your name: Raven, so awesome. I mean, Harrison is pretty boring, but Raven, is so cool!" Tara said. I wasn't sure why after five years she felt the need to mention this Every. Damn. Year. But that was Tara and I was used to her.
"Mmm…" I responded, barely listening, my eyes firmly planted on the words in front of me.
If it weren't for the advanced Transfiguration I'd bought a few weeks back, I'd probably be wanting to curse myself into deafness, and maybe blindness too. I didn't think Tara was awful, just terribly annoying and not very bright. Half-way through our first year at Hogwarts I had stopped some older Ravenclaws from picking on her for being, well, exceptionally annoying. I don't feel bad for stopping the bullies, I just wish it hadn't had the effect of raising me to something just shy of idol-worship in her eyes.
"Look at this, this is so cool right?" Tara asked, her high-pitched voice ringing too clear as she thrust some muggle-picture in front of my face.
I counted to five in my head, trying to get my breathing steady as at least five curses popped in my head. Not for the first time I sympathized with the Ravenclaws.
"What is that?" I asked.
Three men (I supposed they were men) and two women stood still, casually standing as if they were too cool to care to pose for the picture. They didn't smile or look at each other, their stares blank. Their pale skin, dark clothes, and heavy makeup made it look like they were all horribly disguised corpses, robbed from their own funerals. The garments were adorned with chains and some accessories appeared to have been torn beyond repair.
I wondered what sort of torture these muggles engaged in.
"It's a muggle style, goth. I think it's so…attractive…don't you?" she asked, her voice uncertain at the end.
"It looks…silly," I said.
"Oh," she said in obvious disappointment.
For all of five seconds, there was glorious silence.
Too bad it wouldn't last.
"Oh my god, did you see Draco Malfoy at the platform? Mmmmmmm," she said and licked her lips. I think my eye twitched.
"Yes, I do believe I saw him," I said and removed the picture she'd stuck on my book, handing it back to her and attempted to resume reading.
"You're so lucky to be in the same House with him!"
"Mmm…" I said.
This time she wouldn't let me get away from answering so easily. "He's so cool, don't you think? Very attractive, and I hear he's really talented. Isn't it great to share a common room and stuff with him?"
I didn't respond to this as I knew how impossible it was. I had told her my thoughts on Malfoy more times than I cared to remember. Yes. Malfoy was decent looking. No. I didn't want to jump him. No. I felt no need to dream of snogging him. No. We barely talked to each other. Yes. He was talented at Potions and Transfiguration. No. He was not good at all subjects, especially ones that required quick reflexes or an ability to use empathy. So no. I did not think he was the most-awesome Seeker ever except maybe for Harry Potter who was No not the cutest boy in Gryffindor. And definitely not was my answer to whether I wanted to date him as well as whether I would say yes if he ever took interest in anyone other than himself. Draco Malfoy was a snobbish, self-obsessed boy who had yet to show he could grow up after five years at Hogwarts.
"Raven," she said, swatting the book out of my hands.
My wand was in my hand without having called it from on top my suit case. My pure desire to curse her had called it to me. If I wasn't so angry I would have been proud of myself, I'd been practicing that trick all summer and just recently been able to call it without getting a massive headache. Whether you believed Potter/Dumbledore about the rise of you-know-who, or the Daily Prophet about "terrible accidents," I figured it was a skill that could come in handy.
Naturally Tara had the most ridiculous and frustrating reaction.
She squeeled, yes, literally.
"Oh that's SO COOL! You've got to teach me how to do that! Man, I wish I was in Slytherin," Tara said.
"Tara –" I said, then stopped myself from saying I could spend a thousand lifetimes teaching a witch as poor as her wandless magic (of any degree) and still fail. Instead I said, "Do not touch my stuff. I'm going to go sit Tracy, Theo, and Sophie. It will give you time to hang out with your other Hufflepuff friends."
"Oh, yeah…that's a good idea," Tara said, trying to sound cheerful.
We both knew that Tara didn't have any Hufflepuff friends, but she pretended she did and was sure she had convinced me of it. Grabbing my book from the floor and my suitcases from overhead, I headed down the hall. I could have left my stuff, but I had a sneaking suspicion that the book "Potions to Change Your Destiny" that I'd been missing since fourth year had mysteriously gotten into her hands on the last train ride. Truly, putting up with Tara from time to time was more than a social and mental hazard now. I sighed, at least I would be at Hogwarts soon, and she would be a Huffepuff (no matter how much she wished or thought she should be a Slytherin) and I a Slytherin and we wouldn't have much time to see her. Tara made me truly glad we lived in the dungeons, it wasn't exactly a comfortable place to sit waiting for someone to show up.
She's just lonely. I thought. It's only a few hours a week…
I knocked on the door to the compartment.
Sophie answered, her face flooding with relief. "Thank god, I swear if those two get any more…sickeningly sweet and close, we're going to have a new Slytherin in our dorm in nine months," Sophie said.
I laughed as I sat down. True to form, the new couple sat wrapped in each others arms but their clothes, despite Sophie's description, were completely on and unruffled. As if Tracey could look anything but perfect in whatever she wore with her flawless blonde curls and light blue eyes. Somehow, she always managed to make even Hogwarts robes look like a classy fashion statement. After four years of quietly longing for her, Theo had voiced his love, and, four months later, it was as if they'd never been anything but a couple.
"Where you been V?" Tracey asked, referring to my middle name, Venus. Last time she'd called me that I'd threatened to turn her into a ferret like Malfoy and thus the shortening of my ridiculous middle name. It could be worse though, I could have been given a pureblood name like Arcturus or Aquarius.
"Thought you needed time to study your non-essential books and make the rest of us Slytherins look bad. I swear you should have been a Ravenclaw girl," Tracey continued.
I rolled my eyes. "Knowledge is a form of power too Tracey. Not all of us can be born beautiful, sweet, and rich. And if you must know, I was interrupted by Tara."
A collective groan.
"I don't know how you put up with her," Sophie said.
"Megan says she has a shrine to you in her closet, right behind the one of Malfoy," Theo said.
"Poor Megan, I hear Tara tries to cling on to her when you're not around," Sophie added.
"Remind me to send her a sympathy card," I said and they laughed.
"Is she really that bad? I hear she spent five hours talking about Draco once and that if she could make a potion that wouldn't kill whatever it touched, she would make one for his undying love. I mean, how can anybody be that obsessed with him?" Tracey asked and then looked deeply into Theo's eyes. Sophie coughed uncomfortably as they gazed at each other for awhile.
"At least he doesn't have to put up with her. She wouldn't dare approach him," Sophie said. "She's too much of a coward for that."
"It's almost too bad," Theo said. "It would be nice if somebody annoyed Malfoy as much as he annoys most of us."
"Maybe there's something we can do about that," Tracey said.
There was a gleam in her eyes that promised mischief.