Forever Immortal

The Name's Not Ebony

A/N: HI! I am attempting to make a real plot/story from the infamous "My Immortal" fanfic. We as a fandom were blessed, or cursed, with this nightmare/dream of a story. I hope you guys enjoy this re-telling

The rain soaks my long, straight black hair as I walk through the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before breakfast. It soaks through the My Chemical Romance t-shirt I found at a random muggle thrift shop that I liked to use as a pajama top. My outdoor slippers are getting a little muddy but I can't bring myself to care.

A dreary day can't stop me from being outside. It's always been a routine for me. No matter the weather, I always stroll through the courtyard before changing into my school uniform and going to the Great Hall for breakfast. It's a way to clear my head. Sometimes, it's the only peace I get all day from the visions.

A sigh escapes my lips as my carefully straightened hair goes back to curly. I already knew it was going to rain but I still wanted to straighten my hair. I might be a Seer but I don't believe we can see the future perfectly. One day, my visions would be wrong and my hair would survive a supposed rainy day.

"Hey, Sable Haze Dove Lane!" a voice shouts out from behind me.

I don't have to turn around to know it's Draco Malfoy. Draco makes it his mission to bother me almost every single day. It's a thing we do. I think. He's been doing it since third year. I can hear his deep laughter as I walk back into the castle Hogwarts calls home.

Like I already knew it would, the rest of my hair completely curls up as I get changed. Searching my drawers, I grab my pink knee-high socks. Flitwick stopped trying to take away house points for my uniform socks in second year. Looking in the mirror, I grimace. My hair is going into a tight bun. There's no point in trying to straighten it again. The rain is here to stay for the entire day — I already saw it earlier. Grabbing my messenger bag, I head out for breakfast.

I feel a body drop down in the empty seat next to me. I don't have to look to know it's Cho Chang and that she probably has a smirk plastered on her face. My amber brown hand pushes a stray curl out of my eye line before reaching for the jar of strawberry jam.

"I saw," Cho starts, scratching at one of her braids. "Draco Malfoy coming out of your favorite courtyard."

My eyes roll to the back of my head. "And?"

"And I'm wondering if there was any conversation. Or if you two finally made out."

"Ew, Cho, gross. The only conversation Malfoy is ever getting is going to be one-sided."

"He likes you."

"He likes annoying me," I retort.

"I think he actua—"

"New topic, please?"

Cho laughs, taking the second piece of toast off my plate. "Alright, alright. Hufflepuff's having a party in their common room for Halloween. You in?"

"Is Justin's band playing?"

"Do you think Page Three-Ninety-Four would ever miss a chance at a gig?"

The two of us chuckled. Justin's band isn't the best by a longshot but they're the only student band at Hogwarts that's lasted more than a year. Even though Cho and I are in Ravenclaw, we both agree Hufflepuff always hosts some of the best parties. It's partially because their dorms are right next to the kitchens and the house elves love them. I agree to go just for Cho.

Besides, it's a Halloween party. Halloween parties are always fun. And I live to dress up. Not feeling like spending a lot of money, I use whatever clothes I have in my trunks to make a costume. Is sexy Audrey Hepburn too much? I have a black dress but it's a bit too short and I wonder why I even brought it this year. There's nothing else I own that would really make a good costume. I have the dress, some pearls, sunglasses I'm not going to wear, and a crown. Sexy Breakfast at Tiffany's it is. I roll my eyes as Cho wolf-whistles when I enter Hufflepuff's common room. She hands me a cup of starlight mojito. I down it in a matter of seconds.