A/N: Hello, I'm Anne! This is my first fic, so I'm sorry if it's a crap. This idea just popped in my head and I HAD to write it down! English is not my native language, therefore I apologise for any spelling and gramactical mistakes. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I do not profit from this, I simply do it for fun. The song "Welcome to My Life" belongs to Simple Plan. I know the song was only aired in 2004, but for this fic, let's imagine that happened before. I would love to grow as a writer, so please review. Finally, I hope you enjoy.

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Harry had never had the opportunity to simply sit and listen to music. Now, that was rather weird for a normal fifteen-year-old. The thing is, Harry James Potter was no normal fifteen-year-old. Unfortunately, not only was he "The Boy Who Lived", he was a neglect victim as well.

At the Dursley's, Harry had been denied the little pleasures life had to offer, and at Hogwarts, the electronic equipment didn't work.

Today had been a miracle in Harry's life, he was completely alone at Number Four, Privet Drive. And even more miraculous, Dudley had been the last one to leave the house. As a result, he forgot to turn the radio off. So now Harry was washing the dishes in the sink while listening to music.

Harry was really enjoying "The Show Must Go On" by Queen (bless whoever they were, their music was amazing!), when it ended and another tune started to play. The teenager was startled by a man's sad and resigned voice.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

As the music progressed, tears began falling from Harry's eyes and he had stopped washing the dishes.

You might think I'm happy

But I'm not gonna be okay

Harry couldn't take it any more, he broke down, sobbing. He put the dishes down and slid to the floor, hugging his knees against his chest. The teenager poured out his emotions.

The fifteen-year-old hadn't expected to relate so much with this music, but he did. He truly did.

Welcome to my life

When the music finished, Harry gradually stopped crying. Having composed himself, he got up and resumed washing the dishes.

The radio kept playing, but the teenager was no longer paying attention. He could only meditate on what his headmaster had said in the beginning of First Year.

Harry chuckled softly.

"Music is a magic far beyond anything that I have ever learned at Hogwarts."