Harry Potter and the power of music
AN: I am yankeetiger and I have read the Harry Potter series a grand total of 18 times. Please be forewarned my writing program does not have spell check, I am running everything by my English teacher but she can only do so much. Constructive criticism is welcome and flames are allowed as long as you can handle my repartee. I will not be putting this story up for adoption, so keep your hands off. I own nothing! Thanks and bye.
Ch: 1, preface and setting the scene
In the Surry Academy of Pre University Studies(an: combination elementary middle and high school) two very unpleasant and nervous individuals had just sat down in the student guidance councilors meeting room. Across from them sat the representative from the academy's music program. The meeting began with a rustle of papers and a quiet cough." Mr. and Mrs. Dursley it brings me great joy to say that you boy has passed the entry exam to our prestigious academy and shall be allowed to attend on a full scholarship, provided you consent of course"." you mean to say that Dudley has been accepted?" asked petunia Dursley quietly. "No." the dean answered "had I meant to say that I would have, no I am referring to your ward the young Mr. Potter. Your son, though quite skilled in the areas of mathematics and close contact sports, does not have the proper skill to succeed in our school" the dean finished softly. "I cannot say I want the boy to outdo Dudley but if I may ask what is it that the boy did to make you want him?" Vernon asked, finally speaking up. The head of music stood and began "mister potter's skills in science, literature, and history are what alerted us to his intellect but his skill in music surpasses that of most people several years older. He truly is a child prodigy and that he is a mere ten year old with no formal musical education makes that an even larger accomplishment. He has perfect pitch, the perfect build and better rhythm than my own. I must have him in my program it is the best decision for all of us"." Full scholarship?" asked Vernon quietly. "All you need to pay is the rent for his instrument" the head replied. Nodding Vernon signed the paper and motioned for Petunia to follow. With the stroke of that pen Harry Potter awoke in his small cupboard under the stairs and smiled as a feeling of happiness filled his heart. His life had just changed and though he had no way to know it he felt it in his heart.
