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A ten year old Harry Potter strummed softly on his battered guitar as if guided by instinct in the darkness of his cupboard, remembering the day he got it.

Flashback

"You should get Harry guitar lessons he is musically inclined and very gifted!" said Mrs. McClain

"Are you sure this is necessary." Protested Uncle Vernon

"Yes I'll do the lessons myself if I have to!" she said definitely

"Fine, if I must." Said Uncle Vernon, not wanting to clue in a teacher about Harry's home life.

When Uncle Vernon got home Harry got one of his worst beatings ever. When it was over, his uncle simply threw a guitar case at him.

End Flashback

Looking back Harry thought that was the best thing that ever happened to him. When his pain or hate got to be too much he went to his cupboard poured his heart out into his music. It was his utopia, his oasis. What Harry was thinking was soon he'd be going to Stonewall AN/ I lost my Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone book so I'm not sure what that schools name is secondary school for 7th grade having skipped a grade while his cousin Dudley was going to Smelting a boarding school for rich snobs. Harry was actually happy at least Dudley's gang couldn't beat him up anymore when school began. Tomorrow was also his birth day he'd be eleven on July 31st.

Harry woke up his hands wrapped around his beloved guitar. He mentally chided himself one day he could break it and he was sure Uncle Vernon wouldn't replace it since his guitar lessons had ended because he was transferring to Stonewall.

"Wake up boy!" yelled Aunt Petunia as she banged on his cupboard.

Harry nearly jumped with surprise and looked around he put his guitar in its case at the far end of his cupboard and went to look after the bacon, making sure his long hair was messy and fell into his eyes, the way his uncle hated it.

When breakfast was prepared and the table set the flap in the front door slapped close.

"Get the mail, boy" shouted Uncle Vernon. Grumbling Harry went to get the mail "they never remembered my birthday" thought Harry. The first letter caught his eye, To Harry Potter Cupboard under the Stairs it said in emerald letters. Harry stared at it with wide eyes a letter for him! He was about to open it when.

"What's taking so long, boy?" It was Uncle Vernon

"Coming Uncle" answered Harry throwing his letter in his cupboard to read it later.

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