AN: I don't know if I'm doing this right, since this is my first time writing songfic. Am I supposed to include a story along with it, or just a song?

Anyway, I'm a HUGE sucker for all those sweet, sad, cute stories of Harry's life before Hogwarts. You know the ones, the ones that show him all lonely and hurting and everything. So this is a place devoted entirely to sad Harry songfic.

Go read my other stories, I promise they're better than this will undoubtedly be.

Disclaimer: "Close Every Door to Me" belongs to Tim Rice, who wrote it. Andrew Lloyd Webber did the music. It's from the play "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." JK Rowling owns the characters and all of the non-song parts.

A/N again: I had to change some of the lyrics to fit in with the story. You can insert this into the Sorcerer's Stone.

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He'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten misrable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash.

Close every door to me,
Hide all the world from me,
Bar all the windows
and shut out the light.

He managed to say, "Go-cupboard-stay-no meals," before he collapsed into a chair and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.

Do what you want with me,
Hate me and laugh at me,
Darken my daytimes,
And torture my night!

If my life were important I
Would ask, will I live or die?
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked Harry in amazement.

For I know I shall find
My own peace of mind
For I have been promised
A life of my own.

He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was, because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's ...

Just give me old rags
Instead of real clothes
Forget all about me
And let me decay

I do not matter,
I'm only one person,
Destroy me completely,
Then throw me away.

If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world!

He couldn't remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.

Close every door to me,
Keep those I love from me
I still know that I
Am never alone!

"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid. "Harry - yer a wizard."

For I know I shall find
My own peace of mind
For I have been promised
A life of my own.