Modernized marauders era AU in the 2000s, when My Chemical Romance was still in existence T^T. Snape is an emo baby :3 Also, nothing here is cannon.

Warnings: Teenage angst, bullying

Enjoy~
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The hallways was filled with all kinds of people in 2000s clothing. Some with heavily worn makeup, some with dyed hair and hidden tattoos. Although almost everyone wore extravagant clothing following the trends, you wore a simple band sweater and a pair of jean shorts with high thigh striped socks and some people glanced as you walked to your locker. Around your neck was a scarf with your house colours, blue and silver which you wore with pride. You stepped in front of your locker and unlocked it, putting in books for the next period, humming the tune of Green Day's 'American Idiot' under your breath. The bell ringing echoed the hallways and students went to first period. You closed your locker door and walked to Calculus but met an obstruction among the way. You bumped into someone, making you lose your footing and fell.

You groaned and saw a jet-black haired boy with a black hoodie on and a band shirt underneath. You stared at him until his dark eyes met yours, hidden underneath his long flowing hair. He didn't say a word and gathered his books and your own that made a mess on the floor. "Here." He shoved the books into your hands and you watched as he raced down the opposite direction. You fancied his sneakers and black ripped jeans but hurried to class. Good thing when you came in the teacher wasn't there which didn't surprise you since he was always late. The bad thing was once you stepped into class, the contents of the trash can dumped over your head. Balled up paper, pencil shavings, hidden cigarette butts and dust fell into your hair and bounced down the the floor. Everyone laughed and you were at the edge of crying as you stumbled to the back of the class corner, sliding into the seat.

On your desk, a massive assortment of words spewed across your desk in pen and marker. Things like 'Emo' or 'Stupid' or 'Ugly' and other things was written of various handwriting. You sighed and grabbed the washing equipment from underneath your desk; soapy water mixed with a little bit of bleach, a cloth and tissue. You scrubbed the engravings as a substitute teacher came in and didn't bother saying anything to the class which was already pretty loud. Most of the writing was gone and you stared at your reddened knuckles. "Teacher." You shot your hand up. "Can I go to the toilet?" The teacher nodded without looking up and you picked up your rucksack and almost ran through the toilet. In the vacant toilet, you set your bag at a sink, turned the tap and ran water through your hair to wash away the dirt and trash from your hair. The door opened and a few girls came in, the group that dumped the trash over your head.

"Eww, look at her." You felt a hand run through your hair and pulled your head back, aching your scalp. "Trash in her hair like herself." They laughed and looked at your face through the mirror. "Hmm..." One of them said, an empty bottle in her hand which was filling up with water from the tap. "Maybe we should help you with your cleaning." She dumped the water over your head and the contents spilled, wetting yourself. You stumbled into a stall with shock and they started to dump water over you. In the end, they left you in the toilet stall, dripping wet and you closed the door as they left, crawling into a ball on the floor. Small pools of water formed around you as unseen years fell down your wet face. You stayed for a few more periods until recess came and you stepped out, half dry, half cold.

You breathed in and out before making your way to the cafeteria that was buzzing with students who fell silent when you came in dripping wet. They snickered as you grabbed lunch and sat at a corner of the cafeteria where people stared and laughed... Except for one boy. He stared from his own lonely corner and watched you pick at your lunch and barely eating, wiping a tear of your cheek. He picked up his tray and walked over to your seat and slid next to you, grabbing your attention. "You..  The guy I bumped in the hallway." He nodded and plugged in his earphones into his MP3, continuing to eat his lunch. "So, you listen to punk or emo... Maybe even screamo?" You loved those music genres and nodded. "Here." He handed you the left side of his earphones and you gladly place dit in your left ear. "You listen to My Chemical Romance?" He nodded and you ate silently, music blaring into both your ears.

"My name is Y/F/N." The emo boy turned to you and smiled. "Severus. Severus Snape." You smiled back and he scooted over until your sides touched. "The earphones were getting tugged out my ear." His excuse was so lame, you laughed. His smile spread into a chuckle. "I think we're going to be good friends, Y/N." You nodded and smiled at the boy with black rimmed glasses and about three piercings on his ear and piercings on his eyebrows and lip. "I like your piercings." His hand subconsciously touched his ears and bit his lip. "I like you." You blushed as he looked for a cover-up in your face, looking at your purple streaked hair. "I mean your... Hair! I like your hair." He cursed under his breath and you found it funny, giggling at his flustering voice. "Its OK." You jugged the last of your water and felt something soft wrap around your shoulders, a towel. "Have my gym towel." He mumbled with blush over his pale cheeks. "Thanks." He shrugged. "Its not like I use it anyways."

From there, something blossomed. An emo friendship and soon, more.

A/N: Do you like punk, emo and screamo? Cause I love those music genres if you hadn't notice. Anyhoo, until next time, take it easy guys, gals and non binary pals. Stay cool my FAM!!!