Harry Potter sat on his windowsill looking longingly to the music academy. When he was in primary school his music teacher found out that he could play almost any instrument he wanted though he favored the violin and the piano. But of course as soon as his aunt and uncle found out they stopped him from getting close to any instrument. He had always longed for his fingers to brush upon the cold tile feeling of a piano's keys to have the feel or the leather chin rest upon his chin, but his relatives made sure he got moved into a gym class so that he would not let his "freakishness" out for the world to see. Even now at Hogwarts he hasn't gotten to play no one even knew he could. He didn't want them to though because he thought that they were all fake anyway, he knew Ron and Hermione were all getting payed by Dumbldore to like him. He knew from the moment he saw them..Right now he had a choice go to Hogwarts and play the golden boy or go to Hogwarts and let his true self show. "I now know that I will go and be me." he finally decided. As Harry walked down the stairs hew noted how quiet the house was. "I wonder why Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon aren't yelling for me to come and cook their dinner." he thought to himself quietly.(can you think quietly?)
When he finally was at the bottom he saw his aunt, uncle, and cousin on the floor with multiple stab wounds in their backs, he could see that they were still breathing. As soon as he saw that sent an owl to Dumbldork telling him to come quickly and bring a mediwitch and aurors. They aparrated in about two minutes later. They all gasped at the sight of the muggles and the mediwitch went to work on getting them healed. "Harry my boy what happened?" asked Dumbldore. "I don't kn ow professor I was walking down the stairs to go and make dinner and noticed how quiet it was then I saw them lying on the floor so I called you." Harry answered honestly. "Albus the muggles will be fine in a few days." announced the mediwitch. "Very good Miss Amthera thank you, now Harry I suppose you can't stay here now that your relatives got attacked you will have to go to Grimwauld place(?)to be safe" said Dumbldore "fine." said Harry without putting up a fight. As soon as he got his things packed they portkeyed to the house and Harry went up to his room. "Just being in this place makes my heart hurt." he thought as he was wandering the halls. Soon enough he cmae to an black door with a beautiful doorknob. He was curious to see what was in it so he turned the knob. When he went inside he found the most beautiful music room he had ever been in with instruments from around the world, and in the middle there was a grand piano and a violin. He almost instantly went to the bench and sat down. His fingers traced the keys softly at first as if afraid the piano would disappear. He then started to play the saddest melody anyone around had ever heard. The 16 year old then stopped and picked up the violin checked to make sure the strings were tuned and played the most uplifting song the world had ever had the pleasure of hearing. As he was playing the people in the house went to find where the music was coming from. To say the Weaslys, Dumbldore, and Snape were surprised to find it was Harry that was playing was an understatement to say the least they hadn't had any idea that the boy could hold an instrument let alone play one. Ron was the first to say something about it, "That was bloody brilliant Harry I didn't know you could play the violin." Harry then noticed his audience he said back coldly to them, "There are many things you don't know about me Ronald, and I can play all instruments not just the violin." with that said he packed up the violin and left the room.