Chapter 2

**Just to let you know, this chapter is not a diss to gothic people. I am gothic myself, so I hope I'm not hurting anyone feelings.**

Harry!? II

Harry eased his eyes open and saw that Hermione had passed out. Ron just stood there staring at him.

"Harry!?", he said, "You're a Goth?"

Yes, it was true. There Harry was standing there in a black T-shirt, really baggy down-to-the-floor black pants with red outlined pockets. He had silver spikes on his wrists and neck, and had three tiny silver hoops on one ear. However, he had no need to dye his hair since it was already black.

Parvati Patil shrieked and fainted, landing an inch away from Hermione.

"I knew something like this would happen.", Harry mumbled to himself.

Everyone kept their silence as Harry seated himself by Ron, who slowly inched his chair away. Hermione had regained her consciences and sat back up on the chair. She looked down at her own clothes (a Rugby shirt and flare jeans) and then looked up at Harry. Dumbledor cleared his throat in order to gain attention, "Well, just to let you know, there are classes today, so please carry on with your breakfast."

Slowly the normal chatter and clanging of silverware began to sweep its way over the Great Hall. Harry could hear the distant laughs of the Slytherins, no doubt making fun of him.

Harry looked around the room at the other student's clothes. All the girls seemed to be wearing the same thing. The same style jeans, and the same style T-shirts. The boys were all wearing long T-shirts, mostly the colors white and dark blue, that said things like Nautica, Tommy, and Starter on the front, along with the unmistakable baggy blue jeans.

Harry's appetite faded away. He couldn't even look at his food. Ron noticed the disgusted look on his face and leaned over to him.

"You can borrow some of my clothes, for tomorrow if you want."

Harry jumped up from the table and strode down the hall into the corridors, prepared for the long walk to Potions class. The halls slowly started to fill with students as breakfast came to an end. Whispers fills Harry's ears as he walked by. All of a sudden, a shout came to him from the end of the hall.

"Look everyone, Potter's a freak!", shouted Draco Malfoy.

The corridor erupted in laughter. Harry looked over to Ron and Hermione. They were keeping their distance from him. They wouldn't even tell Malfoy to shut the hell up! Without his friends sticking up for him, Harry lost his self-confidence.

He strode down the corridor, staring at his black and red sneakers as he walked. He knew that the worst of it all was still to come. Potions class. Snape would eat him alive in front of his peers.

"I'm doomed", he repeated to himself, over and over until he walked in the door and took his seat.

**Short again, I know, oh well, that is the least of my worries right now. Tell me exactly what you thought of this chapter.**(and if you are gothic, please don't hesitate to say so, I feel better when I know that there are more people like me out there).P.S. DO NOT DIS THE GOTHS! PLEASE! YOU DIS US, I DIS YOU!