Summary: When the trio returns to Hogwarts for their final year, several changes have been made. They cannot get over Dumbledore's death. Hermione turned Goth. Harry turned prep. Ron turned gangster. This is their final year. How will it affect them and their friends?

I AM HERMIONE

Hermione was sitting in her room, listening to Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance. She was mourning ever since the funeral and her parents decided to send her to America for summer. Hermione was depressed. Her whole being was changed when she met three people at Bill&Fleur's wedding. There names were Evangeline, Tymmie, and Cassie. Turns out they were crashing to steal some booze, but Hermione had seen them first. Evangeline had straight, mid-shoulder black hair, with black eyes, and wore black makeup, and had a nose ring. Tymmie had white blond hair, with pale blue eyes, and wore only black torn clothes with chains. His eyebrow was pierced, and so was his ear. He was wearing skull earings to add to the effect. Cassie was a cutter. She had straight waist length red hair, and blue eyes. She wore all black too with thick eyeliner and pale makeup. Around her wrists were cut marks.

They were the seventh year students last year. They attended Dumbledore's funeral, of course. Evangeline's father committed suicide, and her mother was in an asylum. Tymmie had two loving parents, but was just a rebel. Cassie was an orphan, and her last foster family had completely given up on her when they couldn't stop her from cutting herself. She had lived alone until she met Evangeline and Tymmie, and they lived together in a deserted warehouse after they left school.

To Hermione, they were like a new species. She had known some Goths, but they were muggles. They were wizard Goths. She was depressed, and had no way to rid of her negative emotions. Harry and Ron wasn't always there, and she was tired of being the intelligent, goody goody. She started to hang out with the three Goths more, and their influence grew on her. Hermione had dyed her hair midnight black, put on smothering black eye make-up, and wore leather-metal cuff bracelets with black clothes all the time. Quite the depressed Goth effect. She started to cuss and go partying at dangerous clubs until 3 a.m. She soon forgot about her old life. Old life when she was the know-it-all, the sidekick brains of the trio. Her parents were miffed, but they couldn't do anything about it. Hermione was gone.

RONNIE-F'SHO

Meanwhile, Ron had also been sent to America. Los Angeles to be more precise. His old auntie Muriel was to take care of him, but she was asleep half the day. This left little Ronnie with nothing to do. He decided wander. In Los Angeles. Strolling down a street with walls full of graffiti, little Ronnikins did not notice anything around his surroundings. This was bad for him, because there just happened to be a gang following him. They consisted 5 girls who were pretty intimidating. He couldn't remember the name of the gang, though. They were very pretty, and looked harmless. But these girls had experience. Offend them, and in a flash, a gun's pointed at you. When they saw Ron, they decided to make him ganster. So little Ron, was led into a club, a certain club filled with gangsters. He met Rivers, the little gangster man who hooked everybody up. He found himself dancing with Delylah, who happened to be Snoopy's girlfriend. Snoopy was another major gangster. Snoopy wasn't very happy at this, and slugged a punch at Ron. Ron was smart enough to say a nonverbal spell and protect his skin. Of course, being surrounded by muggles, he thought he was gonna be expelled. Rivers, who looked at him funny, motioned him to come. They went into a private room, and Rivers said, "Yo a wizard rah?"

"Yeah, wait. How'd you know?"

"Cuz I'ma wiz too! Smartass! Ah can tell a spell from 100 meters away! Dawg, whatcha thinking, comin down here."

"I was sort of dragged."

"Tell ya what. I getcha hooked up in da gangs. Is not easy foo. Wasyar name?"

"Ron. Wait. Me? In a gang?" For Ron, it was a new challenge, and for once, he wanted to be the main character, not Harry's side.

"Naw, ya name's Ro'shizzle now," Rivers said. "We need some bling foe ya, and some clo's. Dawg, where ya comin from? Dressin like that?"

"Um, okay."

So after that, Ron, aka Ro'shizzle the ganster, had climbed the ladder to the elite. Although there is no elite gang, but something like that. He talked like one, dressed like one too. Ron too was gone…

HARRY POTTER- PREP?

So the deal with Harry is that, he lived in Grimmauld Palace. He had nothing to do, and when new neighbors moved in, he became aquainted. Since he lived in a rich neighborhood, the kids were likely to be rich kids too. Most likely preps. Emma became immediately interested in him. Along with Emma came her friends: Ethan, Casey, and Annelise. Months passed, Harry became good friends with them. Soon, his wardrobe was filled with the top preppy brand clothes. He got invited to tons of rich parties, and talked like a prep too. He became a prep! (OH the HORROR!) He no longer wore glasses, for he thought they were too geeky. He grew snobby and associated with only rich, snobby, preppy wizards/witches. His favorite words were, Ohhemgee, tooootally, girlfriend, Let's-go-shopping, I love this, it's sooo cute, and uber cool,to name a few.

THE RETURN OF THE TRIO

So, Harry was looking for a compartment, possibly with Hermione and Ron in it. It was tradition to him, to sit with his best friends every year on the train. He couldn't find them and decided to sit with a black haired Goth girl.

"Hey Harry. How was your summer?" the girl said sullenly.

"It was uber cool, but wait, do I know you?" Harry gushed.

"It's Hermione…"

"'Ehmagad!Mione! Girl, I like missed you like a lot!" Suddenly Harry frowned. "Why'd you dye your hair black and become Goth-ey?"

"Because I'm Goth. I'm tired of being Miss Know-It-All"

"OOH, okay. So where's Ron?"

"F'shizzle. Whaddap in here? Can I chill wit y'all?"

"Ron! OMG! What's with the baggy robes and necklaces? Dude, you need to go shopping with me and Becky."

"Yo, it's called bling bling foo. Who's the Becky chick?"

After that the trio didn't really talk.

"….."

"Okaaay…."

"f'shizzle….." you can guess who that was.

The end! How do ya like it? I was truly bored. hmm.