Harry was sitting in front of the door, looking at the sun set. He just got home from his practice and really didn't feel like going in and listening to his uncle talking about his company or actually hear his uncle talking. Even though he could hear him through the doors, he felt better because at least he couldn't see him, and that made his day better.

All these years he was just listening to them, doing what they said and everything. Then he got his letter and his life changed. For the better, of course. But still, he had to go back every summer, and seeing them for 2 months all the time was a bit too much for him, so he decided he'll do something about it. And he did. He did his homework as soon as he got home from Hogwarts and spent the rest of the summer just sitting in the house, going out occasionally, doing what his uncle or aunt tells him to, and that was it. He felt bored as hell, and couldn't stand his cousin. So one day he decided he'll go to London. He was really bored, his relatives didn't care if he went on the Mars as long as he stayed away from them, and he almost never visited London. Unless you count those times when he went with his aunt Petunia and Dudley, but they were going on places his aunt took them and he didn't see anything, or those rides to platform and back to Privet Drive, which took like, 20 minutes, by the car. So yeah, he went.
He wasn't walking through those big streets everyone did, he went to quiet places. He loved London. He loved watching tourists. And he loved that guy in one alley who played guitar. Even Harry, who had no idea how most of the instruments looked like, knew his music was beautiful. And the guy wasn't older than he was, so he wondered, how could someone so young play guitar like that? He went there every day just to listen to him and to put some money in his hat, which he had put on the ground.
With time, the boy noticed Harry has been coming there for days and that he was one who had put most of the money.
'Hey.'- said the boy with a smile. Harry looked up quickly, he hadn't noticed he stopped playing. Harry was sitting on the bench near the boy with his head down and eyes closed, just listening to him. And then his thoughts drifted away and he hadn't noticed the boy.
'Hi.'
'I noticed you've been coming here for awhile. And I gotta admit, you're the one who gives me most of the money, so I thought I could repay, huh?'
Harry looked at him. What? He was just sitting there, and this guy comes and asks him if he could repay. Hmm. The boy was tall, a bit taller than Harry, and since Harry was 180cm, he couldn't guess how tall exactly the boy was. He had bright blue eyes and black hair. His hair was messy, but not as messy as Harry's. No one had hair like Harry.
He noticed the boy was watching at him, so he just cleared his throat.
'I don't understand..How could you repay me? Why would you do that?'
'I don't know, I guess I have nothing better to do. And you seem like a pretty nice bloke. Not that I'm into blokes.I mean...it's ok if you are..but..' he was kinda uncomfortable.
'I'm not into blokes.' Harry laughed. He couldn't possibly think of anything to say. He didn't need anyone to repay him. This was stupid.
'Look, thanks..but no thanks. There's nothing you could do for me. No offence, but I really don't need anything. I just like to come here and listen to you 'cause I recently discovered I like music, and I live in a place where listening to the music is a crime.' Harry didn't lie. He was really into music lately. He just loved it. Muggles always wanted something more, invented things and imagined things. But they never appreciated things they had. Stories about magic and fairies and stuff.. Bullshit. Harry knew that magical world they thought of wasn't like that. Of course, it was special, but there were so many things muggles had and that was kind of magical too. One of those things is music.
'Uh.. sorry. I just thought you wanted me to help you. You know, thanks to you I almost have the money to buy a new guitar. And...it seemed right to ask you if you.. i don't know..' the boy looked confused. Harry thought about his offer, and just when the boy waved to Harry and muttered guess I'll see you later he realized he wanted that. Hell, what's he going to do for 2 months? 'Oi! Wait!' Harry shouted. The boy turned around and looked at him with his eyebrow up.
'I changed my mind. I want you to teach me how to play guitar.'
'Ok.' Harry grinned.

And that was how he met Rick and learned how to play guitar. This has been his 11th class with him and he was pretty good at it. Rick said that Harry's getting better and better every time. 'You're better than me! I'm not going to teach you anymore!' Harry laughed at this.
His relatives, of course knew nothing about it, he always sneaked his guitar through the window so they wouldn't notice. There was no need of doing that, Harry was sure they wouldn't give a damn but still...
Music helped him a lot. He started working at this shop and it was going pretty well. His paycheck wasn't big, but it was enough for him. He didn't need muggle money, he had lots of galeons, but he couldn't use those here, so he figured, since he's about to learn how to play guitar, he ought to have one, so he got the job and bought a guitar.

Harry was sitting in front of the house for a long time now, thinking how life was hard sometimes. Actually, his life was horrible sometimes. He was thinking about his life lately a lot.. Destined for great things. Yeah, right. That was the first thing he thought when they told him that. Him? He was destined for great things? No. That can't be. You'll see, they said, you're too young now to understand how it works, but later.. later, you'll see what we're talking about. And they were right. Oh, Merlin, they were right. At first, he had no idea how to control it. It was just too much for him. So much power. Once he set a tree on fire. Yeah. A tree. On fire. Him. He was so pissed off with Dudley, he was going all around, telling how Harry was acting like a girl. And he felt his blood boil. He never could control his anger. Now it was getting worse. Then they came and helped him. They explained him. And Harry believed them. Because if he was able not to freak out when Hagrid came in and told him he was a wizard, he was sure he'll be able to do this. It was hard. And it was scary. But Harry knew he had to do it. He had to learn how to control it, or he could reveal himself or hurt someone. Imagine, Dursleys were freaked out with him being a wizard, what do you think how would they react if he told them he was much more than that, an elemental wizard?