Yo sup. I must say. I have been having some trouble with parody 3 but I'm doing my best.

This fic is mainly for Guitar Buffs and TF Dude fans whoo like my writing style. But all should read it.

MUSIC, MAGIC AND MISCHEIF

CHAPTER 1
THE GUITAR

Harry sat in the Dursley's car next to a snoring Dudley. The one thing Dudley had always done more than pick on Harry was snore. The car sped along at an alarming rate, as if Vernon wanted to get away from any traces of magic, which he was. The car went over a speed bump and Dudley was jolted awake. At the rate the car was going the Dursley's were lucky they didn't break the suspension. Harry was happy that is didn't break. Just a few hours with a fuming Uncle Vernon and a wailing Dudley, no doubt it would be blamed on Harry. The journey lasted (hours) (or that's what is felt like to Harry.) Sirius' death had only begun to sink in. Harry knew the inevitability of being close to him and felt such a fool for falling for Voldemort's trick. He thought about Nearly-Headless-Nick's words. Maybe Sirius would come back as a ghost. But a part of him knew that her wouldn't and knew that it would be better that way. The car stopped. They were at the house.

Harry immediately ran up to his room. Dragging his stuff behind him. He put hedwig back onto his desk and shut the door. He sat by the window waiting. For an hour and a half he waited, then he saw the Dursley's get into the car and drive away. They did this at the start of every summer as if they though they had to leave to wash of the freak that Harry may have infected them with. He ran down to the cupboard under the stairs and lifted up five of the floor and picked out his guitar. He had kept it secret since he was nine. For as long as he could remember he had been collecting odd pennies. Every time he stayed with Mrs Figg she had given him the occasional five-pound note. When he was but twenty pounds short he stole it from Aunt Petunia's purse. All the collecting had been for the guitar. It was a 1961 Gibson SG Reissue. It was cherry red and had two 1957 Classic humbucker pickups. He used to have tuning pipes but he could tune the thing by ear. He loved the guitar. It had been the only thing keeping him going before he discovered Hogwarts and wizadry. It had taken a further year to buy an amplifier. He had a small one He didn't want the neighbours complaining to the Dursley's. Uncle Vernon would destroy it. Or worse give it to Dudley. Harry carried the Guitar and the Amp up to his room. He went to where he kept his schoolbooks. Under all of the books was an enormous pile of posters. All of Harry favourite artist were here. Angus Young: AC/DC, Jimi Hendrix, Pete Townsend: The Who, Jimmy Page: Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton: Cream, Eddy Van Halen: Van Halen and Allen Collins: Lynyrd Skynyrd. Harry saluted the gods of rock guitar. It was a strange ritual but Harry always did it. He strapped the guitar over his shoulder and plugged in. Harry began to play and instantly felt free the sound that he created was amazing and he knew it. He played for an hour or more but Harry didn't notice the time. He also didn't notice Uncle Vernon standing in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vernon boomed.

Harry heart dropped.

"Where did you get that?"

"I bought it." Harry said through clenched.

"What? When?" Vernon asked sharply.

"Six years ago."

"Liar! You stole it!"

"No I didn't!" Harry's voice rose.

"Give it to me." Vernon said as calmly as he could.

"No!" Harry tried to run but Vernon caught him and took the guitar. He left the room locking the door behind.

Harry fell to his knees. How could he have been so stupid? He had let the only good thing in the Dursley household get taken away.

Over the next few days Harry's ears were bombarded with the sound of Dudley playing his guitar. Badly. Vernon and Petunia had bought him a huge amp and he always had it full blast. Harry tried to ignore it but he couldn't. Finally he went to Dudley's room to get it back and he saw Dudley with his greasy hands all over the SG. Dudley saw Harry and a wide smirk spread over his face.

"It's a nice guitar isn't it?" He took the guitar of and made to put it down but instead brought it up and smashed it against the wall. Splinters flew everywhere. "Well not any more." Dudley burst out laughing.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes the guitar lay in pieces before him and Dudley was laughing about it. He moved to get his wand but was distracted by the doorbell.

"Get down here Harry!" Came a voice he recognised.

Harry ran down the stairs and saw two people.

"Ron?" Harry couldn't believe it.

Ron and Mr Weasley were stood in the doorway.

"Come Harry where leaving."

"Oh no." Said Vernon. "You're not taking him."

"Sleep." Said Mr Weasley. And the Dursley's did so. "Ron help Harry with his stuff."

Ron ran up the stairs to meet Harry.

"Since when did you use the door?" Harry asked.

"We decided to be unsuspicious this time." Ron explained.

As they passed Dudley's room Ron looked in.

"Woah what happened?" Ron asked

"Long story."

As they packed up Harry's stuff he explained to Ron all about the guitar.

"That fat git!" Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah."

They took Harry's cases down and went out the door.

"So how are we getting back to the burrow?" Harry asked.

"We're not going to the burrow." Mr Weasley said and apparated them all away.

TO BE CONTIUED...

Sorry about the guitar jargon. It was the only way to describe the guitar.

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