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Regular text = The actual fanfic by Tara Gilesbie.
Bold text = My comments.

Please play this in the background, it will make the experience much more enjoyable: [link]

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

That’s what you said last time.

The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood.

7 a.m. wakin' up in the mornin'. Gotta be fresh, gotta go down stairs. Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal....

Seriously, this is exactly like the song "Friday"

Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

THE HORROR!!!!!

"Bastard!" I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it.

No.

He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick.

NO.

He didn't have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco's and there was no scar on his forhead anymore.

NO.

He had a manly stubble on his chin.

Harry does not have stubble.

He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I'm a girl so I didn't get one you sicko.

Are you sure about that?

"I'm so sorry." he said in a shy voice.

"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.

"My name's Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days." he grumbled.

FUCK. NO. Dear god, where's Nostalgia Critic when you need him?!

"Why?" I exclaimed.

"Because I love the taste of human blood." he giggled.

"Well, I am a vampire." I confessed.

"Really?" he whimpered.

"Yeah." I roared.

What? Why....?

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

That is the best chapter transition I’ve ever read.

39 bottles of beer on the wall, 39 bottles of beer! Read a fic, chug it quick, 38 bottles of beer on the wall!

Description
Regular text = The actual fanfic by Tara Gilesbie.
Bold text = My comments.

Please play this in the background, it will make the experience much more enjoyable: [link]

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

That’s what you said last time.

The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood.

7 a.m. wakin' up in the mornin'. Gotta be fresh, gotta go down stairs. Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal....

Seriously, this is exactly like the song "Friday"

Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

THE HORROR!!!!!

"Bastard!" I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it.

No.

He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick.

NO.

He didn't have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco's and there was no scar on his forhead anymore.

NO.

He had a manly stubble on his chin.

Harry does not have stubble.

He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I'm a girl so I didn't get one you sicko.

Are you sure about that?

"I'm so sorry." he said in a shy voice.

"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.

"My name's Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days." he grumbled.

FUCK. NO. Dear god, where's Nostalgia Critic when you need him?!

"Why?" I exclaimed.

"Because I love the taste of human blood." he giggled.

"Well, I am a vampire." I confessed.

"Really?" he whimpered.

"Yeah." I roared.

What? Why....?

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

That is the best chapter transition I’ve ever read.

39 bottles of beer on the wall, 39 bottles of beer! Read a fic, chug it quick, 38 bottles of beer on the wall!