The Scene Kid

Chapter 5

I hope you choke

He had decided to toss Operation Rebel out the window. It only seemed to have backfired against him. It was hopeless to try to continue his friendship with Ron and Hermione. He just had to move on.

It was the weekend today, and he was allowed to dress in his muggle close. He idly wondered what he wanted to wear. He settled for his infamous MCR t-shirt, and black jeans. He wasn't feeling very creative this morning. He looked down at his hands and his chipped black nail polish, and slid a black leather cuff onto his wrist. He left the room without even putting on any eyeliner.

He walked down the hallway, lost in thought. He didn't really have to have any friends, did he? Friends were overrated.

Suddenly, Harry was hit by a great force, causing him to fall over backward.

"Oww! Oh, sorry Harry," He heard someone cry, and looked up. He had walked straight into Luna Lovegood.

"Oh, Hi Luna," Harry stammered. "Sorry, I wasn't looking were I was going," He said.

"No, it's my fault, I should have been looking too." Luna said.

Then Harry caught sight of Luna's signature butter beer cap necklace, one of the things that had earned her the nickname Loony Lovegood. Now, However, Harry saw it with different eyes. It was sort of punk, wasn't it?

Harry could work with punk.

"So, Luna, where are you headed this morning?" Harry asked.

"To the library," Luna said. "I wanted to finish some homework for Potions."

"Can I come with you?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Luna answered.

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It hadn't been too bad really, going to the library with Luna. She was quiet, and seemed a lot more open to new ideas.

She was easy to talk to, and when Harry asked about music she said,"Oh, I tend to like a little of everything."

Harry could work with a little of everything.

He had gotten her to agree to sneak down to the muggle studies room later that night. He planed on showing her Edward Scissorhands, just like he had tried with Ron and Hermione.

Harry Potter's day seemed to be looking up. Until he ran into Draco Malfoy.

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"Well, if it isn't Potter," said the blond with a sneer. "What brings you around here lately? You've been acting like you're too good for all of us. Eating alone and everything. At least you finally ditched those looser friends."

"Well, we weren't seeing eye to eye." Harry stood his ground. Just because he was no longer friends with Ron and Hermione didn't mean he was buddies with Malfoy. "Why don't you just bugger off?"

Malfoy seemed to be trying to think up a clever response, but then he caught sight of Harry's shirt.

"My Chemical Romance, ooooh, you're a tough guy now. Back away you guys, Harry here likes MCR." Malfoy began to laugh.

"And I suppose whatever you listen to is somehow better?" Harry said.

"Uh Oh, It looks like Harry's Not OK, am I wearing you out?" the blond boy asked. He glanced down at Harry's wrist. "Say, that's a nice cuff, where'd you get it, the mall?"

Harry was quickly getting sick of this. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

"I don't suppose you've every heard of Black Murder," Malfoy said. "No, they're too underground for you. I mean, how would you find out about them it they're not played on the radio? I guess they're just too hardcore."

"Are you trying to say I'm a poser?" Harry's temper was rising. How dare Malfoy say such a thing. Sure, maybe he didn't know about Black Murder, but Harry bet that he knew many more bands than Malfoy did.

The other boy only laughed.

"At least I'm in a band! I bet you can't even play an instrument," snarled Harry.

"Oh, you're in a band. I had no idea! What do you play? MCR covers! You're pathetic. You show up this year, thinking you're all cool and Goth, but you're just as conformist as you were when you first arrived at Hogwarts!"

At this point Professor Malkin spotted them arguing, and, instead of giving them detention, he told them to write a letter of apology to give to each other the next day.

Great, thought Harry. Just Brilliant.

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After an hour of thinking of what to write, Harry's letter to Malfoy read:

Dear Asshole,

I am sincerely sorry you're such a close-minded jerk. To put it nicely, I hope you choke and die. Oh, and I've never heard of Black Murder, but I'm pretty sure they suck.

Despising you always,

HP

Ps. When my band and I get our new EP out this summer, I'll treat you to a free copy.

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Harry's day redeemed itself slightly that night.

Luna met him at the muggle studies room to watch Edward Scissorhands. She loved it. She cried her way through the ending and told Harry that it was quite possible the most beautiful story ever.

At least someone around here can appreciate great things, Harry thought.

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A/N- It lives! So sorry for the long wait. I know, I hate it when people do that. But it's back, and better than ever (I hope). Isn't spring break great? Anywho, soon it'll be summer again, and I'll have been writing this thing for over a year (creepy). I'll finish it next summer. I swear to god!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Unfortunetly, I can't reply to all my reviewers anymore.

Oh, and it has been brought to my attention that Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus, and not God. Please excuse my mistake. Now, I could lie and say I put it in purposely to demonstrate how little Harry knows about religion, or I could tell the truth and say I'm a silly Jewish girl without a clue. (I thought Jesus was God. Well, I mean, technically I know he's supposed to be God's son… This is so confusing!) Anyway, please forgive.