It lifts the heart.
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Harry dashed to the room he had hidden from Dudley in, his feet sounding out an excited patter of sound. He came to a sharp stop in front of the shut door, panting, and knocked. The door opened, Miss Lissa smiling down at him.
"Here!" he said, handing her the note that Aunt Petunia had signed.
"Wonderful," she said, holding the door open for him. "Why don't we start?"
He turned to look at her as he entered, curious.
"You've learned the melody for Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, so why don't we start on the harmony? And then I'll test you tomorrow on it, okay?"
He nodded, walking carefully to the bench. That day he learned a lot—like the fact that the instrument he was learning to play was called a piano, and that you played it with two hands, and he even learned about notes and started learning how to read sheet music!
Miss Lissa had given him a small red book of simple sheet music to practice reading, and said that even if he didn't have a piano at home, he could always practice hearing the notes in his head.
That night, while he was locked in his cupboard, he pulled down the tiny pocket flashlight he had found in the garbage and turned in on, careful not to let any light shine on the door. He pulled out the book Miss Lissa had given him, and began to practice.
He wanted to do his very best—he would be the best piano player ever!