Today was Harry's eleventh birthday, the day he would perform for the first time at the Surrey Junior Talent Show. He would be singing an orginal song called 'Not Alone'. It was written in the style of a love song, which in a way it was, but it wasn't written for person. No, Harry couldn't honestly say there was someone he loved, and there was no one that could say they loved him. The song was for his love of music and the characters from the books he felt for.

Harry sat back stage nervously, hoping agianst hope he wouldn't screw up. This was the first song he had written for piano. He wasn't quite as confident with it, but at least he knew he wouldn't be breaking any strings! So now he just had focus on not forgetting any words. You'd think writing his own songs would pervent him from forgetting words, but sometimes he just got so lost in the music...

All the sudden, Harry was on the ground a sharp pain in his side. He looked up to meet the eyes of one of the older kids participating. According to the program, he'd be playing the drums two sets before Harry.

"Hey Fag Rags, why don't get your ass out of other people's way?" sneered the teen, he stepped over Harry's prone body and continued one his way.

While Harry wasn't reserved by any means, he tended to avoid people. Everyone seemed to find a reason not to like him; some were jealous and others believed the lies Dudley fed them. Others still took one look at him and saw baggy clothes, wild hair, and dirty old sneakers, and they assumed the worse.

Harry picked himself up and retreted; in the bowels of the sage and to the depths of his mind.

The green eyed boy sat agianst the wall as far back in the inner workings of pulleys and ropes he could, lost in thought. He thought of his life, every moment that led up untill this one pivital event of his life. Harry just knew, after today things would never be the same.

"Harry? Harry Potter! ...HARRY" the stern voice of his music teacher pulled him from his thoughts. He jumped and scrambled his to her through the tangle of ropes and props surounding him.

"Yes?" he replied standing behind the frantic woman.

"Oh! Dear, you startled me. Your on in five, get in the wings." she directed him, giving the boy a shove in the right direction.

The small boy shuffled uncomfortably as a girl his age and her older sisters, they made a string quartete together, finished up thier piece and were herded in the opposite direction of him. An older man in a tux announced his name to the spectators, and a beautifull baby grand was moved the center stage. When the crowd quited once more, the boy moved forward on unsteady legs to the bench. He sat with shakey breath, placing his trembling hands on the keys. For a moment he sat in silience, the crowd began to murmur. He took a deep breath, situated is hands and began...

I've been alone,

surrounded by darkness,

I know how heartless,

the world can be...

With the last few notes fading away. He hastily got up, turned to the crowd, bowed, and briskly walked people in the auditorium began to rumble louder, and louder. He was right, nothing would ever be the same, a smile stretched across his lips. He didn't need to turn around, he could tell by the looks on his peers face what was going on; a standing ovation. He would never be the same agian, he had killed that song.

Harry Potter has now obtained confidence. Procede to level two.