AN: Here's chapter II. Any1 who flames haz false consciousness.

Everyone stared at me as I entered the Entrance Hall, which was the entrance to Hogwarts. I guessed most people in the wizarding world didn't know about communism, because they just seemed to think I looked weird. That was good. I'd be able to talk to them about communism without having to break through the revulsion conditioned into so many people by western media.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall approached me. Now that I knew about communism, I could see that her face had the smug, satisfied look of bourgeois elitism.

"You are not permitted to wear that shirt," she said oppressively. "Che Guevara was an evil murderer or something."

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" I yelled outrageously. "I FUCKING HAVE FUCKING FREEDOM OF FUCKING SPEECH!"

"Mr. Potter, that kind of language is not allowed in school," McGonagall said capitalistly. "Neither is the image of Che Guevara, the hammer and sickle, or other symbols of hate."

"THE FUCKING HAMMER AND THE FUCKING SICKLE ARE NOT FUCKING SYMBOLS OF FUCKING HATE!" I explained. "THEY FUCKING ARE FUCKING SYMBOLS OF FUCKING PEACE! FUCKING ANTI-COMMUNISM FUCKING LED TO FUCKING IMPERIALIST AND FUCKING RACIST WARS IN FUCKING KOREA AND FUCKING VIETNAM! YOU'RE A FUCKING RACIST!"

Then I put up my middle finger at her and ran into the Great Hall before she could stop me. I couldn't believe racist Professor McGonagall had tried to repress me! It was like Kent State all over again!