hi, welcome to the world of music notes.i do not own harry potter if i did, i would make him a slytherin and force him to hav etea parties with voldie, nor do i own kimya dawson or her awesome songs!.

"Hello class, and welcome to a new year. How were your summers? Hmm?"

A rumble was heard from all the tiny children, Mrs Lennon smiled as she watched all the young kids excitedly talk between themselves, some were bold and proudly proclaiming how great there vacation was to anyone who would listen, some were mumbling between each others; others trying to prove how great there holidays were from there partners.

Yet there was one, quietly staring around, with wide frightful eyes. Mrs Lennon's gaze hardened upon seeing his face, she always worried about this boy, always scared of his home life and what he could of seen, she sighed, she had tried to talk to him about it, but he would always stay quite, there were no scars or bruises for evidence against the gruesome people she assumed made such a cute boy so fearful, he looked about 5 compared to the other children who were aged 6-7, no its because his naturally short she said to herself trying to convince herself against her terrible thoughts.

She coughed. "Okay settle down class" the children stirred but didn't quieten down. "Shh! I said settle down!"

The class became silent. She smiled warmly towards all the children below her. "Now I have a surprise today. The school just got a lot of money to help you guys out. The money has gone towards our music rooms and now we have loads of wonderful different instruments. Now isn't that really exciting?"

All the kids squealed with delight, muttering between themselves. Mrs Lennon saw out the corner of her eye the little boy's eyes become wider with surprise and joy. She looked again and his head was down, out of her sight.

She ushered all her young children out of there usual classroom, having to shout at Timmy for trying to run away to a different classroom, then try and quieten down her large group. They finally made it into the music room; it was large and filled to the prim of different kinds of instruments, going from the strange percussion instruments from Africa to brightly coloured ukuleles. Then there was a Sitar standing proudly near a door, Mrs Lennon peered through the window to look through into the room, through the door was a beautiful piano, it was a black grand piano, with the light dancing joyfully around it . She smiled instantly knowing who should have the pleasure of such a instrument.

She turned towards her class talking to them, explaining where all the instruments came from and carefully gave one to each student and each student excitedly ran off playing each instrument with broad smiles till music filled the room and one kid start in a corner staring at his classmates, he was feeling such immense pleasure just being around all the instruments, watching how they worked and the beautiful notes flying around him, ever since he could remember he loved music, he loved how it pushed away all his thoughts but at the same time gave him the lyrics to think of. Transferring the artist's feelings and thoughts to you, even if they didn't make sense to you or if you had never felt that way before. He always wanted to play but his auntie wouldn't let him, and his uncle; well he shivered to think what would happen if he asked, he was pulled from his thoughts when Mrs Lennon walked towards him, he was always grateful for her class, no one ever stared at him in his class because they all like her so it meant that no one noticed him. She smiled and asked him to follow him.

"There's a special instrument for you, through this door" His eyes widened, special was never good, special meant standing out. He didn't like special. He stopped following his teacher and stared at the door. Mrs Lennon noticing his sudden stop, smiled warmly she was use to this now, He never liked it when she talked to him individually.

"Don't worry, your not in trouble, please trust me." He stared at her for a moment unsure on what to do, but scared of upsetting her, he started to follow her again.

She smiled and opened the door to the piano room. She looked down at the boys face, his eyes were wide, he looked into the room, all he could see was a big black thing in the middle of the room, it was a unusual shape, and he was unsure of the black shaped thing at first but he saw how the light was innocently glowing around it, he looked up towards his teacher, trembling he asked her;

"Um ma'am. What is it?" he looked up at his teachers face but swiftly dropped his head, Mrs Lennon was shocked, how could a child not know what a piano was, he was 7 years old for gods sake.

"It's a piano, haven't you heard of one before?" she asked walking towards the piano and sitting of the stool, she begged him forward with her arms. She played a quick song her mother had taught her, her fingers elegantly dotted all over the notes.

And then she heard someone accompanying her, she looked down and saw the little boy playing along, his fingers all over the place, his face one of concentration.

Stunned she stopped play. He looked up at her fear written all over his face.

"I'm sorry I didn't…I'm sorry" he started sobbing, freaking out.

"You did absolutely nothing wrong. You're extremely gifted harry."

Harry Potter aged 11 hummed quietly to himself on his way back from school. It was the last day, he was sad to leave school, unlike the other students. School; harry thought, his only refuge from his home. School; the one place were he was okay, were he could play his music.

After finding out about his amazing gift, Mrs Lennon took to sitting with him after school in the music rooms, guiding him, helping him with his music, he could now play the guitar, piano, drums and sing. He had made her promise not to tell uncle. He stated that he had told them already, and they had decided that he wouldn't peruse it as a career. She was angry about this, but allowed harry to keep it a secret. He told his auntie that he had to do extra work because he was falling behind. Mrs Lennon became like the mother he never had. She helped him, encouraged him where his family never had.

Harry walked into the house closing his door. No one was home like usual. He went around tidying up, moving dirty clothes into the washer, and cleaning plates from last night, all the while humming to himself. He went to his cousins room, tidied his room up, but then his humming died out. He stopped holding Dublys dirty sheets between his fingers. The door had slammed shut. A grunt and a shuffling of feet could be heard from underneath harry; he tensed. Hurriedly squishing the sheets close to him and hastily tip toed downstairs, sweat was building on his forehead. Why was he home? He isn't supposed to be home. Squeak. Harry paused, his heart hammering in his chest, his hand suddenly clammy.

His uncle who was lazily slouching on the couch, which was worn down and discoloured in areas, his uncles shirt was barely covering his huge stomach and his hair was muddled and in complete disarray but at the squeak of the floorboards his uncle twisted his hefty body around, his eyes were bloodshot and his moves lethargic from alcohol.

"BOY" he slurred, moving to get to his feet, he swayed slightly taking a couple of measured steps closer, even with his slow movements harry stayed extremely still the sheets still clutched close to his heart, sweat slowly dripping down his panicky face. His auntie had left two years ago, ran away with a neighbour. Leaving her loving son to become an ASBO, terrorising the streets, while his uncle became a swine, always at bars or wondering the streets. They ignored him, always did, which was weird, it was like he didn't exist, but not existing was better then when he was noticed, because when he was noticed; bad things happened.

His uncle leered with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Harry whimpered, dropping the sheets.

The next week, harry spent locked in his cupboard scared to leave in case his uncle was there, which was silly since his uncle had probably left to go back to the bar or pub. Yet harry painfully sat in the minuscule cupboard. He closed his eyes and started to make songs up in his head, and slowly sang…

My head is pounding I can't stop the pounding
I think it is going to explode
and kill everybody who's in close proximity to the place I call my home
and they'll make a moving made for TV movie for Life Time all about my life
that ends with an epitaph one that will make you laugh
that says "great person okay son"
and it'll be funny to the people who know me
who know if my body's not burned
my soul will spend an eternity in misery
tethered and bound to this earth
so I'm not a dick or a stick in the mud always ruining things for my friends
I mustn't forget when I see the sun set that tomorrow it will rise again

so I tattoo instructions on my ass
that say "don't ever put this body in a casket
burn it and put the ashes in a basket
and throw them in the Puget Sound
I don't ever want to be under ground
oh no, oh no
I don't eve want to be under ground-

And then his eyes widened, he had heard something, his heart started to pulsate in his chest. He opened his cupboard door a little. And looked around, there was no sign of his uncle or his cousin, he sighed, closing his eyes in relief. So what made the sound? He opened his eyes in a flash and looked again, there on the floor!

He slowly opened his door inch, by inch, feeling sure he wasn't going to get in trouble he sneaked onwards towards the door and looked down, it was the post. He bent down, pulling the letter up. He started dumbly down at the writing. It was for him, confused he turned it round, and on the back was a weird waxy thing. He opened it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, first class, grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, supreme mugwump, international confed. of wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1st September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

Harry dropped the letter as if it was burning through his skin. No. he was special again. Why did it always happen to him? No he didn't want to be this, this magic thing. He picked up the letter and ripped it. He smiled, ripping it more rapidly now. Then he throws it into the bin, satisfied, he moved into the kitchen.

But it didn't stop there, owls kept coming, each day more and more, Harry dreaded the day when his uncle or cousin came home. By the third day Harry was extremely anxious for it all to stop; he was curled up on the worn couch humming to himself when there was a load smash. Harry tensed in fear closing his eyes praying to what ever god there was that it wasn't his uncle. When he heard a low rumble of a voice say "couldn't make us a cup o' tea could yeh? It's not been an easy journey…"

There in the door way was a giant of a man; his face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of unkept hair and a wild beard, but you could make out black beetle eyes under it all. The giant squeezed his way into the living room, looking around at the dirty room, kept relatively clean by harry.

Harry quickly sat up. Fearful of the man.

"Ah, here's Harry!" he said spotting harry on the couch, moving to squeeze his giant buttocks into the living room chair sat to the right to harry, he carried on talking ignorant to the untrustworthy glances harry shot him. "las' time I saw you, you was only a baby." Said the giant, "yeh look a lot like yer dad but yeh've got yer mum's eyes"

"Who are you? And how do you know about my parents?" harry inquired, schooling his face blank, while seething inside, who dare someone just barge into his house and disrupt his life, he's happy with his music.

"I haven't introduced meself!" the giant looked startled at his own revelation. He smiled down at Harry and said "I am Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts." He leaned forward so he was nearly toppling over harry and held out an enormous hand, harry stared at his hand, at the first mention of Hogwarts he became withdrawn.

Hagrid coughed, moving his hand back towards his lap. he shivered a bit, looked towards the empty gate which harry recently cleaned out, Hagrid bent down over the fireplace, Harry couldn't see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later there was roaring fire. Harrys mind exploded then, he couldn't stay in denial, it was real this magic, but he wasn't ready, he didn't want to know. Harry blinked back the alarm he felt. The big man was talking again.

"Anyway call me Hagrid" he said, "everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I', keeper of keys at Hogwarts – yeh'll know all about Hogwarts o' course"

"Actually no I don't" Harry said, his face still portraying nothing.

Hagrid looked shocked.

"I know yeh weren't getting' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts fer crying' out load! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learnt it all?"

"Learn what?" harry asked the alarm he felt earlier was slowly turning into a strong pressure he felt digging into his chest, he tried to ignore it.

"Now wait jus' one second!" he had lept to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the room. He made a move to hit the wall but stopped. Breathed deeply he resumed his seat. "do you mean ter tell me that you knows nothin' abou' well about anything!"

Harry felt extremely offended; he went to school he was far ahead then other kids his age and was amazing at music. "Excuse me; I happen to know quite a lot"

"About our world, I mean, your world, my world, yer parent's world." He explained this while waving his hands about.

"what world" harry asked innocently already guessing the answer, but he thought it would be better to act dumb around the giant.

"you must know, abou' your mum and yeh dad they're famous. You're famous"

Curiosity seeped harrys veins making the pressure deepen, to a point were breathing was just manageable. He kept the dumb façade through it though. "What? My- my mum and dad weren't famous were they?"

Yeh don't know, yeh don't know? Yeh don't know what yeh are?" he asked finally. Harry was getting annoyed by this point, how dump can someone get. Of course he didn't understand Harry shook his head to confirm the giant though. "Harry- you're a wizard. Harry squeezed his eyes closed, no no its not true, the pressure in his chest rose and spread through his body, the pressure took a weird form, Harry felt like his body was being pushed into a box, then into a tunnel. He gasped when the pressure was suddenly released and then harry saw black.

WHAT DO YOU THINK??

please tell me.

what do you think is gonna happen next hmmm? will harry become emo? will voldemort eat a hamster? will hagrid ever find love?

the song is called underground by kimya dawson.