Title: The Music That Connects Us
Chapters: 1 of ?
Author: 08FanfictionAddiction
Ch. 1 Rating:
Pairings: none yet
Spoilers:
Chapter 1 Warnings:
Genre: drama, romance
Summary: Harry Potter has disappeared from the Wizarding World. Little does everyone know, he is the recently acclaimed rockstar sensation amongst muggles and the wizarding world, Aidan Macallister, lead singer of the band, Living Pulse. How will everyone react when they find out?
A/N: I wanted to do something different than the normal and this idea came into my head. Most of this fanfiction will take place in the muggle world. Harry uses a glamour, so in the ff he will have blond hair with brown highlights underneath, but his eyes are still the same.

Also I do not own any people, places, or things mentioned in this story. They all belong to their respective owners.

Harry was tired. He was 15, and he felt as if he'd already lived a lifetime. Hermione would say he was exaggerating, if they actually talked anymore. After Cedric died, no one even wanted to be near him anymore. While they may not have been running away from him, he could tell the way people would tense or flinch every time he got near. Even Hermione and Ron started spending less time around him.

He could hear the things people whispered about him. They called him things when they thought he wasn't around; Murderer, Liar, Evil. They thought he'd killed Cedric. No one wanted to believe the Dark Lord had returned… so they hated Harry. Harry's last weeks were spent alone, either in the astronomy tower or some place on the grounds.

Oh how Harry wished things would change. He'd give anything and everything for his life to be normal… but he was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. His life would never be normal because Fate was a bitch or at least that was Harry's opinion. Little did he know, that soon everything would chance and hopefully for the better.

Harry could have smacked himself for not thinking of it sooner, but on the train home, he had an epiphany. He was a wizard, for Merlin's sake! If he wanted to disappear off the face of the earth, he could bloody well do it! Why should he let his peers decide how to live and act? They weren't there! They hadn't seen what he'd seen. They couldn't tell him how to live. Harry settled into his seat, feeling smug and he stared out the window. Oh what a busy summer he was going to have.

Needless to say, Harry didn't end up returning to Privet drive when the Train stopped in King's Cross. He put a glamour over himself, making his hair blond and spiky before he left the train and head towards the Leaky Cauldron. After getting himself a room for the summer. After arranging his things in the room, he wondered what he should do for the summer. He hadn't really thought anything past this point. Maybe he could visit the city. He'd never really gotten a chance to see the sights around London when living with the Durselys.

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Certain things can happen to trigger events in one's life. These things can change a person's life for better or worse. Harry couldn't have predicted that in the next two hours, one of those life changing events would happen, but when he eventually looked back on it, he realized just how much it impacted his future choices.

While exploring London, he had found a park. There were some people here and there strolling and children playing on the playground. Harry decided to go for a little stroll himself. As he walked, he heard a light melody being played and decided to follow it. Upon arriving at the source, he saw what was a band, playing a melody of sorts. One man had a guitar, another a saxophone, and a lady had a violin.

What had really got Harry's attention though, was the song being played. It sounded familiar, like he'd heard it somewhere before. He tried to remember but all he got was his mother's voice, humming when he was a baby. Well that was a start… now what were the words?

Slowly he started to remember the words and sang as the band played. He didn't realize how loud he was winging until the band started to clap. He blinked, surprised and looked at the guitar player, blushing.

"Don't stop. Keep singing." Said the man. Harry blushed at the sudden attention he got, then nod as they continued playing. He started to sing louder this time as the band played. Not only that, but his voice was drawing a crowd and Harry hoped he wasn't just embarrassing himself. The song erupted and the small crowd burst into applause before slightly dispersing.

"Your voice is fantastic. How long have you been singing?" asked the man. The other members listened, eagerly.

"I… I've never really sang before now and even then it was just to myself and just small little tunes." Said Harry, blushing. He never really knew if he was good or not because it never really mattered. The man was shocked.

"Are you kidding me? Never? Your voice is amazing! Why wouldn't you let the world hear it?" said the man. Harry blushed and just gave a shrug as a reply. He noticed that the afternoon was quickly becoming evening and Harry turned to leave.

"Oh just sing one more song for us lad?" Asked the violinist. The other two nodded and Harry paused a moment. He supposed one more song couldn't hurt. Harry not being a current with the Times as most people, requested an older song, he'd once heard on the Dursleys' radio. The band started to play and Harry started to sing. He couldn't remember the title of the song and if you asked him now, he'd have a hard time remembering the lyrics. When the song ended, the band thanked him and the crowd clapped.

"What is your name?" asked the guy with the saxophone.

"Just call me James." Harry said. He shook hands with them all and smiled.

"Come back some other day eh mate?" said the woman. Harry smiled and nod. He just might do that. Not like he had anything else to do that summer. Harry walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, feeling exhausted but refreshed and convivial. HE seemed to have a slight skip in his step. He made it up to his room, locked the door and released the glamour. As he got ready for bed, he was singing quietly to himself. He eventually drifted off to sleep, a melody playing through his head and thus a new door opened for Mr. Harry Potter.

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Harry head towards a library the next day after putting on his glamour. The nearest one was about 5 blocks, but Harry didn't mind walking. He was determined to find a solution to… something… but he wasn't quite sure what he was searching for exactly. The library was quite large and he didn't know where to start. There were many floors. He also noticed the muggle technology…. Computers? He hadn't used one since before Hogwarts and even then, only in school. Frowning, he walked to the desk.

An elderly woman glanced over her spectacles at him. If Harry wasn't used to withering looks from Snape, then this woman's look would have made him cower. "Yes can I help you young man?" she asked. Well… here went nothing.

"Yes I was wondering where… you had books on music." Said Harry. The woman gave him a strange look and sat forward to look at him. He hoped she wasn't a witch because Harry's green eyes were usually a dead giveaway for him.

"What kind of music books? We have books on composers…. On how to play instruments…. On the history of music…" said the lady as she started to prattle on. Harry slightly cleared his throat to get her attention.

"How about something for someone who has lived a very sheltered life and has just recently discovered the wonders of music?" asked Harry. The woman eyed him curiously, then got up. She made a beckoning motion with her hands.

Harry got up and followed her up a few floors and to a back section. She began to scan the shelves and hand him a few books. Things like: "18th Century Composers", "What is music and how do I use it?", and "Musical Theory." "These should suffice to start out with." Said the woman. Harry nod and sat down at a table in the back.

Harry was a fast reader if it was something he was really interested in. He read through the books, soaking up their knowledge like a sponge. It was this way he stayed for hours, reading on the wonders of music. He regret it when he had to leave and put all the books back where they had been, then made the walk back to the Leaky Cauldron.

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For a week it was like that. He'd leave early to get to the library when it opened. He started to grab something from a café on the way and eat it. Then he'd spend most of the day, with a small snack break, reading the books. By Friday, he'd read almost all the books in the music section, even the ones that showed you just how to play an instrument.

The lady at the desk had been watching him as he came him. Every so often she'd go back to check on him, only to see him immersed in another book. Not many people interested her, as there were so many that came and went but this boy had been there merely a week and he seemed so passionate, she decided to help him.

After he'd finished a book explaining punk rock, she came over. "I like your passion. However… I don't think reading about it will help your experience any." She said. She led him to the computer and sat him down. He gave her a confused look.

"Oh for Heaven's sake you've been living under a rock, haven't you?" she asked, causing Harry to blush and nod. She huffed and gave him the basics on computers, which he picked up pretty easily. She also introduced him to Google, which he found entertaining. She left him alone to discover things himself.

He got distracted for a while because he started googling himself and the wizarding world. Then he shook his head. Focus Harry… he thought to himself. He started to search the names of composers he'd read about and different bands he'd seen in a magazine. Usually the top links were videos to something called YouTube. It was then that magic happened.

No longer was he stuck just reading about different bands and their music! He was hearing it himself and oh how good it sounded to his ears. He was in ecstasy. He learned about all styles of music and he loved them all but he had to say rock, with all its drum, bass playing, guitar solo glory, was one of his favorites but he also really enjoyed classical. Especially when there were violins. Harry enjoyed every style for what it was and he started to hum with the song that was playing.

"Hey haven't you ever heard of headphones?" said a voice near him. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin and turned to look, seeing a male staring at him. Harry found himself staring at shaggy blue, almost black hair, with eyes to match (think Zexion from Kingdom Hearts). The male was dressed in a black t-shirt that said Nirvana on it and red pants with a few rips. He had a pair of sunglasses on his shirt and he was wearing checkerboard shoes. He also had some strange thing around his neck. The male was attractive. Harry realized he'd been staring as apparent by the slight smirk on the other male's face.

"I'm sorry?" asked Harry. He'd totally forgotten what the male had said.

"Headphones?" said the male, pointing to the thing on his neck. Oh so that's what those were… not that Harry knew what they were for, which was probably apparent by the confused look on his face. The male frowned, also confused.

"Ah sorry. I've been…. Living under a rock is that the phrase? So I'm pretty much new to technology…" said Harry. He was embarrassed to admit it. Apparently people his age were supposed to be with the trends.

"So… you lived a sheltered lifestyle?" asked the other male, seemingly a little more curious now.

"I've gone through boarding school since I was 11 and I'm 14 almost 15 now so… yeah. See my school was… very into that old Victorian age stuff so theres no technology there." Said Harry. The man chuckled softly.

"Yeah boarding school for me too." He said, smirking. "So that's why you were listening to…. The Beatles?" Harry nodded eagerly.

"I've just recently got into music and discovered that I have an affinity for it…. Or maybe I should call I an addiction." Said Harry. The male nodded and smiled.

"Well if you join me for lunch, I'd love to explain more technology to you and talk about music of course." Said the male. Harry smiled and agreed.

"I'm Logan." Said the male, offering a hand. Harry grabbed it, hesitating a moment. Should he give his real name? It couldn't hurt could it? He was under a glamour and there were tons of people named Harry, according to the wonderful Google. Still… Harry couldn't ignore his instinct.

"James." Our wizard said, shaking Logan's hand. He switched off the computer and picked up the books he'd checked out, as he had gotten a library card the previous day.

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Logan had a sense that James was a cautious person. He'd actually been watching the male a couple days now. James didn't seem like an interesting person, except for the eyes. When Logan had first seen them, he was desperate to know the man behind said eyes. James' eyes were a piercing emerald green, with a whirlpool of emotions hidden behind them and Logan was curious to know why someone who seemed so young had such strong emotion and also power hidden in his eyes.

He'd been trying to find a way to strike up a conversation with the male and this seemed like a perfect moment as any. He found James' lack of techno-knowledge endearing. He also had a feeling that James wasn't the male's real name but he didn't voice his opinion. If the male wanted to be cautious, then he could.

He was surprised at the male being almost 15 though. He'd thought James was younger, but he was probably just short. He was glad James agreed to lunch with him though and the two of them set off.

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Harry was glad to have pleasant company during lunch. They chat for a long time about music and artists. Logan showed Harry what an I-pod was, and answered any questions he had. Harry fully enjoyed himself for the first time in a while.

He found out that Logan had recently turned 16 in May and while he was English born, he lived in the States. He was in London for the summer, visiting his cousins. Harry told him about his school friends, but Logan was curious as to why he never really mentioned family. He didn't press anything though.

After Lunch, Logan had somewhere to be and Harry was heading back to the library. They would be heading the same direction for a while though. The two walked in silence a couple blocks, until Logan looked at Harry.

"So James…. Would you be honest with me if I asked you a question?" said Logan. Harry stiffened slightly as they walked.

"Depends on the question." Said Harry. Logan stopped walking and looked at him, causing Harry to stop.

"Your name isn't James… is it? I mean… you hesitated when we met and… you don't really seem like a James." Said Logan. He tilt his head to the side, as if confused, but Harry saw the twinkle in the male's eye that told him he knew the answer already. Harry blushed, then chuckled softly.

"No… My name is not James." Said Harry, then kept walking. Logan gaped, then pout as he followed him.

"You won't tell me your real name then?" asked Logan. Harry's silence was confirmation and he sighed, pretending to be upset. "I guess I'll call you James-who-isn't-James until then." he said. Harry huffed out a laugh. They arrived at the library shortly after.

"See you again James-who-isn't-James." Called Logan as he walked away. Harry laughed and waved. He was slightly upset to see the male leave but he knew he'd probably see the male again soon.

Harry spent the rest of the afternoon listening to bands Logan had introduced. He also did some research and thought about getting himself an I-phone. Didn't seem like it would be too expensive. He tucked away the information for later and left for the day, feeling high-spirited.

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Harry saw Logan a couple days later. They met at the library again, had lunch and talked. It became their usual routine. Usually they could be found somewhere in the library, chatting quietly over books they were reading, or just reading magazines and listening to music.

June turned into a pleasant July and for Harry sitting in the Library was not something he wanted to do today. Harry and Logan, who now knew his name was Harry, decided to walk. By chance, Harry and Logan found themselves at the park Harry had been to when he first arrived. Logan and Harry got into a friendly argument over a book they'd both finished reading, when they heard "James!" Logan gave Harry a sideways glance and mouthed "Really?" causing said male to laugh, before they turned towards where the call came from.

Sure enough, Harry saw the band and smiled, waving. Both males walked over and the guitar man looked at Harry.

"Hey James. We were wondering when you were going to show up. Since you're here, why don't you sing for us?" asked the man. Harry gave them a wary look and Logan grinned.

"Yeah James… Sing." Said Logan. Harry glared daggers at him, then sighed. He requested the song "Help" – by the Beatles. The band smiled and started to play. Harry took a breath and started to sing. Logan was impressed... no. That wasn't the right word for it. He was awed. Never would he have expected Harry to sing so well. When the song ended, he clapped and whistled.

"Brilliant James." Said Logan. Harry beamed and started singing "It's a Long Way to the Top (If you wanna rock and roll)" by AC DC. The band laughed and started to play along. While Harry couldn't reach those high notes his voice had a slight rustic sound to it.

They enjoyed the rest of their afternoon, with Harry singing for a while, then parting ways with the band. Harry should have known that this wouldn't last.

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Harry had his first nightmare the day after. IT was the first he'd had since leaving Hogwarts and he woke up shaking and sweating. He remembered it vividly too. It wasn't a nightmare so much as it was just him remembering the night Cedric died, something which he hadn't grieved over and allowed himself to do at that moment. He allowed himself to cry over his lost friend.

He definitely felt better afterwards, but he couldn't go back to sleep so he started on one of the books he borrowed from the Library.

As fate would have it, when Harry was suffering, the people closest to him at the time would know, so it was maybe a few days later that Logan found out. They decided to go to the park and read since it was quiet today. Harry had fallen asleep while reading and things were fine for a bit, until Harry started to whimper in his sleep.

Logan frowned and looked at his friend. He lightly shushed him, hoping that would help, but it didn't. Harry started to cry and he seemed to be in pain. He was also flashing and his skin seemed to melt and reshape. It took a few minutes for Logan to wake Harry, who sat up, startled. He looked over at Logan and oh Logan had never seen such sadness. Harry wiped his face with his sleeve and sat there, awkwardly. Logan gave him a minute, before he turned and looked at Harry.

"Want to talk about that Nightmare and don't say it was nothing because it most certainly wasn't nothing." Said Logan, sternly. Harry stood up and sighed.

"Harry…" said Logan.

"I'll tell you okay just… not here. We need somewhere more private." Said Harry. Logan frowned, wondering why Harry was so secretive, then shrugged and followed him. Harry brought Logan to the Leaky Cauldron and to his room. When they stepped in, Harry whispered a small "Muffliato" so that no one outside the room could hear their conversation. Harry sat down on the edge of the bed while Logan took a chair. Harry was silent for a while, before he sighed.

"I want to explain it but… there are things which I can't tell you and things you wouldn't understand." Said Harry. Logan gave him a quizzical look.

"Oh really? Try me." Said Logan. Harry huffed and stood up. He started to pace the room.

"My nightmare was about what happened a few months ago… around the end of school. I watched a friend die…. At the hands of a man long pronounced dead. This same…. Man…. Killed my parents when I was a baby." Said Harry, trying to omit a lot of it.

"What? Why would he do that? How did you get out of there? How'd he kill him?" asked Logan, who then blushed. "Sorry… I'm being insensitive." he said.

"No you're not… You're just curious. As for your questions…. I can answer the first one. The man was crazy. He had power and he sought to use it." Said Harry. Logan was feeling slightly uncomfortable. He couldn't help but feel this story was familiar somehow. "As for getting out of there… I ran." Said Harry. Logan sat there a while and looked at him.

"Harry…. You're a wizard aren't you?" asked Logan, rather calmly and randomly. Harry was speechless.

"I… what? What brought that up?" asked Harry. Logan smirked, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a wand.

"Finite Incantatem." Said Logan and to his satisfaction, Harry began to change back to himself. His magical items appeared their regular size as well. Harry could just stand there and gawp. WHAT?! He thought.

A/N: No this fanfic will not be Harry and Logan paired together. I just want to express some things that will be important for later on. Also sorry for the cliffhanger.