Snape

Severus had never been a cheerful boy. Tormented by the demons of his past, the long-haired boy felt nothing but anger and resentment brewing within his soul.

The only respite for this aggression was you, its light, its lantern in the darkness.

Severus wasn't particularly happy, and that happiness was made even rarer by the torment of "those" boys: Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter. Severus admitted that Remus never did anything special, and Peter was too cowardly to even utter a hurtful word.

However, this particular group of boys seemed to take the joy out of Severus like Dementors - he genuinely believed they could pass for them if they wore the creepy cloak.

Today was a humiliating day.

Severus hunched over the sink in the shared bathroom, hiding where only Myrtle's moans could find him. Although this wasn't a fate he wanted to condemn himself to; it was better than facing school with glue stuck to his hair and small bruises on his cheeks.

The door opened and Severus instinctively barked, "Go away, Mudblood."

He knew it was hypocritical; he was a half-breed himself, and frankly, he had no right to throw around such words. Still, he wanted to fit in—to make at least a few friends, even if he hated them.

After all, in his opinion, being part of a terrible crowd was better than being a loser and loner.