The Scene Kid

Chapter 2

Don't Let Dementors get you down

Harry sat next to Hermione and Ron at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. It was the first day of classes at Hogwarts. Harry fidgeted uncomfortably in his school robes.

"Man, I hate this uniform," Harry complained loudly.

"Really Harry? It never bothered you before," said Hermione.

"Well, it's really uncomfortable. It also just really bugs me. You know, it's like they're trying to make us all the same, every one of us. They're really trying to stifle our individuality," He said. "I feel suppressed."

"Wow, I never knew you felt that way," commented Ron.

Harry sighed and looked up at the ceiling. The sun spread its sinister rays across the cloudless sky, scorching everything beneath it. It was a perfect conformist day. He felt sick. Harry found he always felt safer under heavy cloud cover.

Harry looked down at his schedule. He had Defense Against the Dark Arts first. The new teacher had been announced at the feast even though he had been absent. His name was Professor Malkin. Harry mentally crossed his fingers and hoped that this teacher wasn't as bad as the last few they had had.

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The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher sat at his desk. Behind him was a large poster that read DON'T LET DEMENTORS GET YOU DOWN.

Professor Malkin's neat desk displayed a potted flower that looked like a giant daisy. A steaming mug next to it declared him THE BEST UNCLE EVER!

He was a small man with balding strawberry-blond hair. His immaculate robes were powder blue in color, and his glasses threatened to fall off his nose.

"Quiet down now class," the professor ordered. He waited until the students conversations had stopped, and then continued. "Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year. As you all should know, my name is Professor Malkin, and I will be your teacher. I am delighted to have received a position at such a prestigious school. I would like to take this first class period to introduce myself, and my teaching theories. I believe that learning should be fun, and relaxed. So I would like you to call me by my first name, Harold. Well, now that I've introduced myself. Now let's kick off the school year with a name game!"

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"What a waste of class time," Ron complained. "We've been going to Hogwarts for years. Of course we know everyone!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking down to the dungeons to every ones favorite class--Potions.

"Yes! He didn't even tell us what we would be covering this year!" Hermione snarled. "I mean, what's our curriculum?"

Leave it to Hermione to complain about not knowing the curriculum soon enough. Harry laughed inwardly.

"Well, at least we didn't have to do any work for an hour," Harry said

They reached their destination and took their seats. Harry prepared for Snape's start-of-school lecture.

Professor Snape looked pretty much the same, with his pale skin and mass of dirty, knotted black hair. He stood up from is desk, and gave Harry familiar glare, and began.

"Welcome to potions," He began. "This year, we will be tackling many very difficult and often very dangerous potions. You can certainly expect a very dramatic change from last year's potions curriculum…

Harry suppressed a yawn and allowed his mind to wander. His thought began to lead him back to the events of last summer…

Harry sat on the front steps of number four privet drive. He had been stuck at the Dursley's for a week, and already he was growing restless.

What I would give to be back at Hogwarts right now, He thought, but it was useless. He was stuck here until He received an invitation to The Burrow.

He sighed and got up, deciding to go for a walk. He slowly made his way past the little suburban houses that lined Privet drive. He walked until his feet carried him out of the Dursley's neighborhood, and then he walked some more.

Harry paused and looked around. It seemed his feet had carried him out of suburbia, and into an area of downtown he was not familiar with. He looked up at the sky, it was already dark out. Pretty soon Uncle Vernon would be expecting him back.

Harry turned around to survey the sidewalk behind him. He realized he was hopelessly lost.

Smart Harry, He scolded himself. Way to get yourself lost.

He stood around for a few minuets and analyzed his options. He could just keep walking and hope to hit some landmark he recognized, and then return sometime in the middle of the night and face Uncle Vernon's wrath. He could try to retrace his steps, but then he would probably just get more lost.

You could ask for directions, he thought, but this looks like a bad park of town.

Suddenly, he was aware of loud music coming from a run down building to his left. So, for some reason, Harry's feet once again decided to take control, and he found himself crossing the street, and entering the building.

The room's walls were black, and black lights on the ceiling gave the building an eerie glow. Harry found he was glad he had decided to wear a dark shirt today, so he didn't stand out too much.

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice at his side.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around here before," the man said. "Are you new in town?"

Harry turned to look at him. He had short coal black hair that looked like it had been dyed, and the right side of his bangs were grown out to his chin. He was dressed in all black and he had a thin wiry body.

" Err… Well, I've never really been in this area before," Harry stuttered.

"Well, make yourself at home. My name's Spike by the way," The man called Spike said.

"Err… I'm Harry," Harry said.

"Nice to meet you Harry," Spike said. "C'mon, I want you to meet some people.

Spike began walking toward a table in the back of the room, and Harry wondered if he should follow. He new he needed to be back at the Dursley's. It was surely past his curfew time by now. But once again he followed his instincts, which led him to follow Spike to the table. Upon closer inspection he identified two girls sitting at it.

"Hey guys, I want you to meat Harry, He's new to the Dieing Samantha," Spike said.

"The Dieing Samantha?" Harry asked.

"It's the name of the club," explained a girl with purple hair. She was wearing fishnets under her red spaghetti strap tank top. "My name's Wednesday, by the way.

Harry looked toward the other girl, expecting her to introduce herself too.

"That's Raven. She isn't a very talkative type of person," Spike said.

The girl called Raven nodded.

"Wow, you guys have some unusual names." Harry said, trying to start some conversation.

"They're nicknames," explained Wednesday.

"Oh."

"That's OK," Spike said. "It can be confusing."

Raven nodded again.

"So, how did you come by the Samantha?" asked Wednesday.

"Well, I kind of stumbled on it," Harry said.

"Cool," answered Wednesday.

Harry suddenly got a glimpse of Spike's studded leather watch. He paled. The time was 1:42.

"Oh, I really have to be getting back," Harry said. "My, Err… Folks will be missing me."

"Well, see you soon Harry, it was fun talking to you," Raven said.

"Yeah, come by again. We enjoyed your company." Spike added.

"Yeah, maybe I will," Harry said. He decided he liked these people.

Harry left the Dieing Samantha, and decided he'd best just bite the bullet and ask for directions. He walked in a nearby 7-11 and asked for directions. Within 5 minuets he was on his way home.

Back at the Samantha, Spike looked at Wednesday and asked "What do you think about that one?"

"I like him," She answered.

Raven smiled in the darkness.

Harry was brought back to reality by the harsh yell of Snape.

"Potter!"

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A/N

Woo! All done. This Chapter was a whole lot longer than the last one. I actually thought of splitting it into two chapters, but in the end I decided to keep it whole. This one wasn't as funny as the last but it gave some background into the story. I want to know if people would rather prefer longer chapters posted less often, or smaller posted frequently. So, please leave your opinion in your review.

You should also know that I've estimated that this fic will be 7 chapters long, but it could be more or less, depending.

Also, I will probably be writing about this fic in my livejournal. My user name is greypanther in case you want to check that out.

Oh, and by the way. I'm not really sure which year this takes place in. It's not really the 7th, because Dubledoor is still the headmaster. I kind of view it as a sort of year 5 1/2.

I didn't intend to offend anyone who likes My Chemical Romance, but yes, I was kind of poking fun at them.

Finally, school is starting soon, and it might be longer between updates than before. It starts after Labor day, so I'll try to have chap.3 posted by then. God, my authors notes are WAY to long. I have such a big mouth.