The Scene Kid

Chapter 3

Hermione Ain't No Hollaback Girl

Harry groaned, his little mind trip in potions had cost him 20 lost points for Gryffindor, and detention with Snape.

"Well, Mr. Potter," said Snape. "I know I told you that you would have detention with me, but unfortunately it seems Professor Hagrid needs some help scooping dung out of the unicorn enclosure."

At Snape's words Harry felt as if a heavy load had been lifted of his shoulders. He wouldn't have to spend the whole evening with Snape! He worked to keep his despondent expression. He couldn't let on how relieved he was. Even shoveling unicorn shit for an hour with Hagrid was better than cleaning out old cauldrons with Snape.

Snape proceeded to lead Harry to Hagrid's cabin on the grounds, and with a counterfeit sigh Harry followed him.

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"Well, it seems you've started causin' trouble early this year," Hagrid said.

They were standing out in the paddock that held the unicorns. Of course there weren't any in sight, they had runaway the moment they caught a glimpse of Harry. He was shoveling the massive piles unicorn excretion onto a wheelbarrow.

God, how to such graceful, dainty animals possible crap so much, Harry thought. This stinks, literally.

"Every year I think, well, this time he must have come to some sense but no. Each year is worst than the last," Hagrid said. "Yer just like yer father. Cept for yer eye's of course."

That was it. That was the last time he was going to be compared to his father. He was so sick of living in his parent's shadow.

"For God's sake Hagrid! I get it! I look like my father and I cause trouble like my father, except I have my mum's eyes! OK, I know already!" He stopped, trying to catch his breath.

"Sorry," Hagrid said. "I didn't know it'd make you so mad."

"Look, I'm just tired of being compared to my father. I'm my own person. I'm unique…" Harry said.

Harry trailed off, and then fell silent. At long length he said, "I'm sorry I snapped at you Hagrid. It's just; lately I've been feeling like no one at Hogwarts understands me anymore. My friends seem so bland and boring." He paused. "I don't have as much fun with them as I used to. Like, lately I've been realizing how stupid and boring Quidditch is. Instead I've gotten interested in other things. I mean, Hermione thinks Marilyn Manson is creepy, and Ron doesn't even know who he is! I was so looking forward to going to Hogwarts, but it's not how I remember it at all!" Harry sighed.

"Well Harry, I can't fix your problem, but if you feel like your friends don't like the same stuff you do, why don't you try to teach them about the things you like?" Hagrid said.

"What do you mean?" said Harry.

"Y'know, try to teach them about the Marilyn Whoosit lady," Hagrid answered.

"Marilyn Manson is a man," Harry growled.

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"So, umm… What kind of music do you guys like to listen to?" Harry asked his friends.

They were eating lunch the day after his detention. Harry had finally decided that if he truly was completely uninterested in the things that had once been common interests with his friends, he should try to find some more common ground.

Harry had dubbed his new mission Operation Rebel, mainly because it sounded cool. He was going to go back to square one with Ron and Hermione. He was going to try to find something that all of them would be interested in.

Harry had decided on a Plan A. One of his greatest passions was music. So, that seemed to be a pretty good place to start.

Harry managed to pull himself out of the tar pit that had become his mind in time to hear Ron answer, "The Weird Sisters."

"The Weird Sisters… That's really interesting." Harry answered.

Oh great, my best friend likes the Spice Girls of the wizarding community, Harry thought. I didn't realize anyone actually likes the Weird Sisters, but I suppose they wouldn't be so popular if no one liked them. But no one actually likes Creed, and there're popular. He paused in his speculation and his inner critic said, that's because there're a Christian band, idiot.

"Well, I really like Gwen Stefani," Hermione said. "I liked what she did in No Doubt, but I'm really glad she went solo."

That left Harry baffled. Wait, I don't believe this, The Gwen Stefani. As in Hollaback Girl? How did I ever get along with these people?

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There has to be an excuse for all this madness. How could anyone have such an appalling taste in music? Maybe it's because they've never heard any better music. Yeah, that must be it. I mean, no good music ever gets played on the radio. Everyone knows that it's almost impossible to find any good band on a major label.

Harry had struck the metaphorical gold. It was obvious! He had to introduce his friends to some good music. He would fish out his ipod from his school trunk, and starting tomorrow the lessons would begin.

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A/N

Well, that was hard. I seriously had to choke out this chapter. Grr… I hate writers block. It's kind of short compared to the last one, but it's written, and before the start of school like I promised too. Tomorrow is my last day of freedom, so my updates may by slower (as if they weren't already slow).

Anyway, that's about it, REVIEW!

PS. And by the way, if you do like poor old Gwen, I didn't mean to offend you.