A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters of "Help" by the Beatles. Plus, just to inform you I am keeping the lyrics of the song but I am changing the beat of the song. It is going to be slower and more like a melody.
Chapter Two: The Start of a Different Kind of Pain
By the time that Harry was eight years old the only thing good in his life was his music. His uncle was always looking at him weirdly and he continued to be beaten.
Every day at recess he would go to the music and release all his frustrations and fears into his music. Mrs. Heart realized his talent and began to teach him an individual advanced class afterschool as well as his regular classes during lunch. He had finished learning the piano last year and had taken up the guitar.
He even began to write personal songs in a journal that Mrs. Heart gave him which he never took out of his cupboard. He would sometimes share the songs with Mrs. Heart but she never pushed him.
One day after school and music practice, Harry realized that there was something wrong. There was no car parked in the driveway like normal and there were no lights on in the house. He slowly walked in the house and peered into the living room. He saw his uncle sitting on the couch and felt himself tense up. He was home alone with his uncle.
When his uncle saw him, he had a sick smile on his face as he ushered his nephew over. When Harry entered the room he noticed that his uncle was watching television. It was a girl and boy who were naked and touching all over each other. Harry did not know that people did that sort of thing and was even more surprised when the girl lifted her legs onto the boy's shoulder and the boy placed his penis into the girl and they started moaning and rubbing harder and harder against each other. Harry had no idea what was going on and he did not think that people did that sort of thing.
He was too confused and did not notice his uncle who was looking at him in that strange way.
"Boy." His uncle called out to him in a raspy voice.
Harry looked up and over at his uncle who was patting his knee for him to come over. Harry obeyed and stood in front of his sitting uncle.
"Now I want you to be a good boy so that you don't get beaten. You don't want to get beaten do you?" He asked Harry.
Harry immediately shut his mouth and swallowed. He did not think that he was going to like what happened next.
"I want you to take off your pants." His uncle told him.
Harry stared at him oddly for a minute before his uncle glared at him and he obediently slid off his pants and underwear.
"Good boy." His uncle said. "I want you to sit right next to me."
Harry sat down on the couch next to his uncle and was terrified as his uncle began to rub his large hand over his knee. He then split Harry's leg open and began to place his hands on the inside of Harry's thighs. Harry heard his uncle moan and then remove his own pants. His uncle then returned to Harry's legs and began to play around the younger boy's balls while touching his own. Harry was terrified and silent tears began to stream down his face.
"Don't cry! It's not like I'm hurting you!" his uncle yelled at him.
His uncle played with his privates and inner thighs for a couple more minutes before picking up the younger boy and placing him between his legs. His head was practically directly in front of the larger man's dick because his uncle forced him onto his knees.
"I want you to touch me like I did for you." His uncle told him.
Harry reached a shaking hand and began to rub on his uncle's inner thigh. He heard his uncle grunt and moan as Harry worked his way to his uncle's swollen penis. Harry placed his hands overtop the head and began to run his hands back and forth over the sticky privates while his uncle touched him on his butt and privates. His uncle placed him on one of his legs while Harry touched his member. His uncle one time placed a hand over the younger boy and roughly made the younger boy move his hand faster and harder. Harry continued to cry until his uncle released into the younger boy's hands. His uncle removed the younger boy's hands from his privates and threw the boy's garments at him. Harry quickly dressed and hurried from the room and into the kitchen to wash the sticky substance from his hands.
Harry felt dirty and violated even if he had no idea what he was doing. He quickly moved to his cupboard to cry and pour himself into his music. At one time he thought he might like to tell someone about what his uncle beating him but his uncle made it clear that he would kill him if he so much as hinted that he was being treated in any way but the best.
So, Harry decided it was best to blend into the background and release himself into his music. He quickly opened up his journal to a free page and released his feelings.
The next say when he went to school he was skittish and did not let anyone touch him. He teachers did not notice this because he was a reserves boy to begin with.
They all really like Harry. He was smart, the top of the class, he was kind and never interrupted anyone. He was adorable too. Harry never thought of himself as any of these things and we went through the day sluggishly until his private music class.
"Hello Harry dear." Mrs. Heart, the older music teacher said as he entered the room after school.
"Hello Mrs. Heart." He responded in a voice that Mrs. Heart always thought sounded like music even when he was only talking.
"I wanted to take a break from the guitar lessons to see about your song writing." She said.
Harry sat down at the piano and began to glide his hands over the keys, ghosting over some notes in a haunting effect. He then began to sing along with the music.
Help… I need somebody,
Help… not just anybody,
Help… you know I need someone… help.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self
assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the
doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done
before.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self
assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the
doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help
me, oh.
It was a slower song on the piano then he would sing it by itself but he thought that the piece was nice. He wrote this song last night to help him deal with all the grief that was placed on him after the sexual abuse. He closed up the song with the last few notes on the piano and looked up at the piano professor.
Mrs. Heart watched him play the piano and play the slow song. She knew that she had a lot of talented children in her classes but never in all her years did she see anyone play like that. It was natural for him and it was like he poured a part of himself into the music. She smiled down at him before motioning for him to start his guitar lessons again.
When he got home from school that day he found out quickly that his uncle had a bad day. He had been demoted at work and took it out on Harry. He beat Harry with a belt on his back. After the beating, Harry crawled into his cupboard and cried himself to sleep and prayed that he would get out of this hell soon.