Teenagers

Bloody Bunnies

A.N. - Okay, so this particular fan-songfic thingy revolves around our favorite Potions Master, Severus Snape. (Okay, some of you may prefer Slughorn. Snape haters. Grrr.) I don't own any wizard characters, but all muggle characters are my own (excluding a few needed people for the song.) The song is Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. I was reading a few Remus fics when the idea hit me. (Owwww!) No, the story I was reading did NOT have Severus in it. Haha.

Summary – When Severus needs to pay a little visit to a muggle high-school, as per Dumbledore's orders, he hears a certain song that reminds him awfully of his own life, and he takes it a little too seriously. (Could take place during the books, or before. No DH spoilers.)

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Severus Snape, dressed fully in muggle clothing (much to his utter shame and horror), was padding angrily towards a local muggle high-school to arrange for the transfer of a muggle werewolf. His black jeans (he'd insisted on black. At least he could keep what little dignity he had left that way) ruffled softly as he stormed along. Nothing new to him there. Honestly, how many times had he frightened Hogwarts students with the 'swish' of his cloak? He'd even managed to startle Minerva once, though she'll never admit it. However, the black, short-sleeved tee-shirt itched horribly. How Albus managed to convince him to put on a short-sleeved tee-shirt he could not remember. Not only did the shirt itch, but the black trench coat Albus had (thankfully, though he'd never admit it) lent Severus bothered him. As Severus stepped into the school, he had to resist sneering at the students who walked past him. Idiot muggles. At least they aren't asking questions. He noted that some muggle song was playing on the 'PA system', as Albus had called it, but he didn't pay attention to it as he hurried along towards the principles office. Typical it'd be down the widest hallway. Makes the kids more apprehensive. He opened the door labeled 'Principal Harefuur', which oddly reminded him of bunnies. Not something he thought off often, and he shook his head to remove the thought. Severus merely wanted to get the transfer over and done with so he could get out of the horrible muggle clothing he wore.

"I presume you know why I'm here?" he asked, the woman is the high-backed leather chair spinning around to look at him. How very childish.

"Ah, Professor Snape. Do have a seat," she said, a slight smirk very nearly crossing her thin lips. Severus sat in the empty chair furthest from the woman. The small room was immensely colorful, and Severus almost had to sit down to deal with it. Paintings, pictures, and things obviously given to her by students covered the walls, when they weren't covered by shelves of both books and stuffed animals, mainly bunnies. "Dumbledore did say you might find . . . problem's with my choice of decoration," the smirk she'd been holding back fell cruelly over her face. And a very fitting look for such a vile woman, Severus thought.

"Finished with that yet?" he snapped, changing the subject. Now all he wanted to do was leave the despicable room.

"Touchy man," she murmured, hoping he didn't hear, but he did, "Yes I have." She handed him a few papers. "You can take him now, if you'd like," the smirk never left her face as she spoke to him. Severus nodded quickly, snatching the papers and practically sailing towards the door. And then, just as with Albus, she stopped him just when he'd though he was free. Severus stopped, and slowly turned around, "He's in eleven oh three. Second floor, the one with all the computers in it." Sodding malicious woman. If I didn't know what Albus would do, I'd kill her. Or at least knock her out. He finally left the wretched Bunny-Room, as he later referred to it.

"Now where is that cursed room that vile woman was talking about?" Severus mutter angrily to himself as he stormed about the second level. Albus never took the time to explain what 'computers' were, though he figured it was some muggle invention of sorts.

"Lost?" a voice piped up from somewhere behind him. Severus spun around, almost missing the 'swish' of his usual drab, black robes to intimidate the child.

He blinked, "Unfortunately yes. Bloody public schools with their sodding numbers and cursed people!" The boy actually had the nerve to laugh at him! Outrage, pure outrage.

"You must be the 'vile bunny-man' Principal Harefuur was talking about!" the boy giggled.

It took a tremendous about of self-control for him not to slaughter the werewolf and then murder the principal as well, nonetheless mutter, "Now where did that malicious principal of yours get that idea from?" The boy giggled, shrugging.

"Hey, wait! I wanna listen to this song before we leave!" he said, just as a song started and students started pouring from the rooms. Severus groaned. He wanted out, and yet here he was listening to the flea-bitten werewolf's voice singing to the muggle song.

They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you.

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you son

So they can watch all the thing that you do.

Because the drugs never work,

They're gonna give you a smirk

'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean.

They're gonna rip up your heads,

Your aspirations to shreds,

Another cog on the murder machine.

They said all teenagers scare

The living shit outta me.

They could care less,

As long as someone'll bleed!

So darken your clothes,

And strike a violent pose.

Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

All the boys and the girls in the clique,

The awful names that they stick,

You're never gonna fit it much, kid.

But if you're troubled and hurt,

What you got under your shirt

Will make them pay for the things that they did!

They said all teenagers scare

The living shit outta me.

They could care less,

As long as someone'll bleed!

So darken your clothes,

And strike a violent pose.

Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

Ohhhh yeah!

They said all teenagers scare

The living shit outta me.

They could care less,

As long as someone'll bleed!

So darken your clothes,

And strike a violent pose.

Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

All together now!

Teenagers scare

The living shit outta me.

They could care less,

As long as someone'll bleed!

So darken your clothes,

And strike a violent pose.

Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

Oh, teenagers scare

The living shit outta me.

They could care less,

As long as someone'll bleed!

So darken your clothes,

And strike a violent pose.

Maybe they'll leave you alone,

But not me!

Severus paused, shocked, when the song ended and the students filed away, leaving the halls practically empty. He almost didn't hear the werewolf say, "C'mon! Let's go!", and followed the boy as he led them out of the annoyingly labyrinth-like maze of a school. It was scary how much a muggle song reminded him of his own life, both now and during school. He was always the shunned one, the one everybody hated. He was the one plotting to kill everyone, the one that most muggle adults feared to have, suicidal. He was had been the kind of teen that the song had been talking about, and he was now the kind of adult that would 'fear' (though he'd never admit that either) teenagers for all the stupid things they'd do. The likeness almost frightened him. Sodding muggles, he thought, finally leaving the wretched high-school.

When he and the cursed boy were nowhere near any muggles, Severus apparated the two of them to Hogsmeade, which greatly shocked, but seemed to please, the werewolf. He rolled his eyes, and they set off towards the vast castle and Severus grudgingly answered to boy's questions along the way.

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Finally, when Albus had the boy taken care of, Severus was allowed to go changed back to his normal attire. Albus had said it was 'unhealthy' to wear 'so much black', but right then, Severus really didn't care about what the headmaster thought. The itching was bloody unbearable.

A.N. - More next chapter! Er, keep reading! Review? Oh gosh, please review! I'll even take flames! It's been a terribly long time since anyone reviewed ANY of my fics (although, admittedly, I haven't been updating, but that is mainly because this computer has been 'fixed' (bloody re-made sounds more like it!) about, oh, three times total since I started on my very first fanfiction.) However, it'd be greatly appreciated if I could get feedback on this one. It's my first fanfic involving Snape as a major character. (Consider it a tribute, if you will.)

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