A/N, ok, I know I usually don't write Harry Potter fanfics, bit I had this idea stuck in my head and could NOT get it out, and I figured since I've been suffering from Writers Block, I might as well
This takes place IN ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
Yup, so far Harry Potter's summer had pretty much sucked. No if's and's or but's about it, but little did he know it, but all that was about to change….
Dudley came out of the house carrying what looked like a half the equipment needed to start a garage rock band. Now Harry knew that Dudley had been taking Guitar lessons, and was failing miserably at them, Harry had heard him practicing. But this, this was just a whole new level of stupid. Dudley was carting out armful after armful of perfectly good stuff! First came the Cherry Red, Fender Telecaster, then the Black double pickup Fender Bass with a Skull and Crossbones on it, then the three input amp with tuning, ten the cords, then if you'll believe it, the Mic with stand, and yes, you guessed, a special Music and mixing program, complete with laptop, and a half used stack of blank CD's.
Now, Harry realized that Dudley was possibly the most idiotic human on the planet, but this just bashed his own records. This was a whole new level of stupid; this was more idiotic than High School Musical. This was epic. This was insulting to apes. Heck, this was insulting to the human race and the world as we know it. Then Harry had an idea, he could take this stuff, I mean, Dudley wasn't gonna mind, and the trash collectors were coming today, and that's right, the Dursleys were going shopping for new clothes today, leaving him behind, and hopefully he would be leaving Number Four soon…….if he ever got letters back from Ron and Hermione and Sirius, that is.