The Scene Kid
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Hi, and welcome to the first chapter of my first fanfic, The Scene Kid. Before you begin reading, I would like you to know that the purpose of this fanfic is to make fun of the Goth subculture. So, if you consider yourself Goth you might find this offensive. Note, I have nothing against Goth, I just thing some aspects are a bit silly.
Chapter 1
Enter the Trench Coat
Harry Potter stood in the midst of the hustle on platform 9 ¾. He had been stuck with the Dursley's all summer, and was amazed that he had survived it.
You probably wouldn't have, he speculated. Not without the band.
Yes, he had managed to make friends that summer. Which was good, because it was near impossible to stand the Dursley's without any form of support. He supposed that he could count the many letters from his Hogwarts chums as support, but receiving friend's letters wasn't very fulfilling.
At least not as fulfilling as having actual friends around, he thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Hey, Harry almost didn't see you there!" Harry directed his attention to Ron Weasley, pushing his way through the crowed. He was flagged by a flustered looking Hermione trying to push both hers and Ron's carts at once. "You grew your hair, didn't you?" Ron said.
Harry could see why Ron had almost looked him over in the crowd. Other that growing his hair, Harry had also changed his attire a bit. He was wearing a studded belt, and baggy black pants with a surplus of zippers. He had pulled a black trench coat over his red My Chemical Romance shirt.
Ron and Hermione however, had changed very little. Hermione had the same bushy brown hair, and Ron was still wearing hand-me-down jeans and a sweater knit by his mum.
"Hey guys," Harry said.
He was about to say more, but then someone shouted "Last call for the Hogwarts express!" and they hurried on board.
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After a few minuets of utter chaos, they had found an empty compartment and had settled down for the long ride.
Harry realized how awkward he felt. If he had just met Ron or Hermione right now he would label them conformists and leave it at that. But these were his friends, and they had been his friends longer than anyone in the band. Why was this year different from all the ones before? Why hadn't they immediately started talking about the summer, and the upcoming school year? Instead they found themselves in an awkward silence.
It was Ron who broke the silence. "So, Harry, why didn't you except the invitation the burrow this summer?"
"Well, this year I made some muggle friends at the Dursley's. We had a lot of fun together. It was great." He paused. "We've started a band."
"I didn't know you could play an instrument," said Hermione.
"I'm learning how to play electric guitar," Harry felt that familiar pride he always experienced when talking about the band. He could go on forever about it.
"What's your band called?" asked Ron.
"We call ourselves Fetal Coil, FC for short," Harry answered.
"OK," said Hermione, giving him a strange look. "What type of music do you play?"
"Hermione!" Ron said. "Don't ask him such stupid questions! He plays rock, obviously, right Harry?"
"Umm, actually, we play industrial," Harry received blank stares. "You know, like NIN." He was met with more awkward silence. "You guys have never heard of Nine Inch Nails, Trent Reznor?"
At long length he said, "Well, I guess their not that popular in the wizarding world."
After a while, Hermione said, "Harry, are you wearing eyeliner?"
A/N-
So here it is. Sorry, it isn't very funny right now. The humor it has is very subtle. However, if you find the very idea of Harry tromping around in a Trench coat funny (like me). This should be entertaining.
By the way, the band name Fetal Coil isn't my idea. I got it from the song Signing Emo, by MC Lars. Which also makes fun of a subculture, strange. Anyway, I recommend you go to his website right now and watch the music video. It's hilarious.