A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or "When I Look at You" by Miley Cyrus.
Chapter Three: Things Must Get Worse Before They Get Better
It had been a year since the sexual abuse incident and Harry felt num. He was now nine years old and the only time he would show any type of emotion was when he was playing his music. He was quickly picking up on playing the guitar and he still held a love for playing the piano. He wrote songs in his journal whenever he was feeling upset or if something happened that he needed to get his feelings out about.
He felt dirty and gross and no one ever suspected a thing. Aunt Petunia did not notice nor did anyone from school.
Right now, Harry sat in the music room with Mrs. Heart while they ate sandwiches and discussed music. He listened to her describe different types of guitars that he could learn to play.
After they talked, he played a smooth version of Beethoven's Fur Elise which left Mrs. Heart with tears in her eyes.
Harry was now ten years old. He did not look older than seven because of his small size.
He opened the door and found the living room empty. He reluctantly walked up the stairs to find his uncle in the master bedroom, already naked.
The television was on once again but this time it showed two men. One of the men was on top the other and they were grinding their members together while moaning and calling out each other's names and things like 'harder' and 'faster.'
He turned his attention to his uncle who was motioning him to sit on the bed with him. His uncle was extremely turned on by the little boy in front of him. He had wide innocent eyes and soft creamy skin. He wanted him.
Once Harry sat down on the bed his uncle picked him up and placed him on the center of the bed. He then pressed his lips against the younger boys in a bruising kiss. His meaty tongue forced its way into the boy's mouth and he moaned as his tongue came in contact with the smaller boy's. The young boy was unresponsive as he just laid there on the bed and cried while his uncle did what he wanted with his body.
His uncle did not care that the boy did not respond. He advanced on the boy.
He slid his hand under the boy's shirt and rubbed up against the soft skin. He then lifted the shirt off the boy's head and removed the boy's pants and underwear. Harry had his eyes shut and was praying that the torture would end soon.
His uncle then pulled the boy's legs apart and stuck a finger in the virgin hole. Harry whimpered as he felt something enter his body. His uncle was grunting and rubbing his own member as he slid yet another finger in the virgin hole and began to scissor the two fingers. Harry yelled and cried out and his uncle grabbed his hands and held them over his head. His uncle then removed the fingers and before Harry knew what happened, his uncle stuck his swollen cock into the younger boy. Harry cried as the pain washed over him and he began thrashing around. His uncle grew impatient and grabbed the young boy's hips while thrusting into him hard. It did not take long for him to come and then he took his time playing with the younger boy's privates before growing bored and ordering the boy out of the room.
Harry did not talk to very many people that year. One of the people he talked to was Mrs. Heart. Right now she was explaining to him a contest where he could win a scholarship to an arts school known at Hogwarts. It taught music, dance, and visual arts. She wanted him to enter and it was two months away.
During those two months, Harry practiced his original work for the contest. He was going to play the guitar while singing one of his songs, "When I Look at You." It was a ballad about his love for music and the help that Mrs. Heart was giving him.
Finally, the two months were over and the contest was about to begin. People from all over the city were coming to watch the young talent and to enter. Harry was standing nervously beside Mrs. Heart. His heart was beating in his chest as he held onto his guitar and got his number. He was number 57. There were going to be 60 people trying out today in all different arts.
When an hour had passed of waiting and listening to the music of the performers, his number was called onto the stage.
He walked onto the stage and sat on the stool that they provided. He placed the guitar on his lap and let the music guide him though the song. He began to play and sing his song.
Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a song
A beautiful melody when the nights are long
'Cause there is no guarantee that this life is easy-
Yeah when my world is falling apart
When there no light's the break of the dark
That's when I (uh I) I'm looking at you.
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home anymore
That's when I (uh I) I'm looking at you.
When I look at you
I see forgiveness
I see the truth
You love me for who I am
Like the stars hold the moon
Right there where they belong
And I know I'm not alone
Yeah when my world is falling apart
When there no light's the break of the dark
That's when I (uh I) I'm looking at you
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home anymore
That's when I (uh I) I'm looking at you
I'm looking at you.
You appear just like a dream to me.
Just like cauliscope colors that
Look over me
All I need
Every breathe that I breathe
Don't you know?
Your beautiful ohhhhh
Yeah Yeah
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home anymore
That's when I (uh I) I look at you.
I look at you
Yeah Yeah (ohhhhh)
You appear just like a dream to me.
Harry finished his piece and stood up. He heard the loud cheers as he exited the stage.