Healing Music Chapter 7: Here Comes the Sun, a harry potter fanfic

disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters. I also do not own "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles.

Chapter Seven: Here Comes the Sun

This was Harry's first day of school and he was moving into the dorms that he would he staying in for the school years ahead. He opened the door and found that he was the first one inside. The main room was a sort of living room that they could all share with a television and two couches. It had a mini fridge and microwave in the corner. Then on either side of the room there were doors. There were four doors in all so there would be seven people living there; Minerva had requested that Harry get a private room due to his past with which he was still dealing . He sat down on the couch and waited for someone to come in.

The first person to walk in after Harry was a boy with bright red hair. He was pretty tall for his age and looked to be athletic. He introduced himself as Ron. He came from a large family and was the youngest male. He had a younger sister who was going to be joining him at Hogwarts in a year. The rest of his family did not attend Hogwarts but the neighboring school which was for academics alone. He was majoring in guitar.

The other roommates came in soon enough. There were five other guys named Seamus, Dean, Neville, Collin, and Dennis.

Seamus was extremely energetic and overall a happy-go-lucky type of guy. He came into the room with a great big smile and gave all of them brotherly hugs. He came from California where he was the only child in the family. His family owned a reality company so he traveled alot over the years. He told them that he was going to be majoring in the trumpet.

Dean was a pretty cool guy in Harry's opinion. He played lots of sports as well as music. He was going to be majoring in violin and minoring in songwriting.

Neville was the shy one in the group, besides Harry. He did not talk much and he had somewhat of a stutter when he did. He told them he was majoring in painting and drawing. He was the only artist in the group. His parents had died in a fire when he was one year old and he lived with his grandmother who did not believe that being an artist was a proper way of life. He still went to Hogwarts though because he had the support of many family friends.

Collin and Dennis were twins. They were the second smallest in the group. The smallest of course was Harry who was only 5'2'' while they were 5'4''. They were the only siblings in their family but they were inseparable. They were majoring in dance, specifically ballet.

Once everyone got to know each other they decided on the rooms and got decorating.

Harry was thrilled after his first day of classes. He knew all the teachers already since they had been the one to teach him the academic studies during the summer. That day they went over everything that they were going to be learning that year. He couldn't wait to play his music so he went to his room and took on his guitar, a present from Minerva for when school started.

He sat down on his bed and placed the guitar unto his lap. He strummed the strings and began to see along to one of his self-composed songs.

Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's alright

Little darling

It's been a long, cold, lonely winter

Little darling

It feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's alright

Little darling

The smiles returning to the faces

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's alright

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling

I see the ice is slowly melting

Little darling

It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun and I say,

It's alright

Here comes the sun,

It's alright

Harry finished his song with a content smile on his face. He looked up and was surprised to see Ron standing there in the doorway.

"You wrote that?" He asked.

"Yeah" Harry replied rather sheepishly with his head turned down in a futile attempt to hide his growing blush.

Ron walked across the room and sat on his bed with him. "It was really good. I could never write something like that, it's no wonder you're here." He said with a smile.

Harry looked up through his long lashes and said "really?"

"Really" Ron said.

It was from that moment on that Harry and Ron became close friends. They practiced guitar together and went to meals together. Ron thought of Harry as a sort of younger brother that he never had. He felt like he needed to look after and protect Harry like his brothers did for him growing up. Harry thought that Ron could be his first friend.

They were finishing their first quarter of school and Harry was walking alone down one of the hallways on his way to songwriting when someone grabbed him roughly by his shirt collar.

Harry jerked away but the boy grabbed hold of him again.

"I heard that some people say that you are better at piano than me." The boy said.

Harry quickly shook his head no, trying to get the older boy away from him.

"Let's hope not because I am the best in this school and there is no one that can take my place." The boy said before pushing Harry away, causing him to fall on the ground with a thud. He lay there and watched as the boy disappeared down the hallway.