Hey People! I'm Back. sorry for not updating anything. the thing is I lost all my files in a series of problems and. lost heart on writing anything. until now that is! :D

this time I am gonna do things right! thumbstick/flashdrive every chapter and make sure everything is much slower. I realized that my stories seemed rushed in some way or another, either it is killing off a character too early or just rushing to the end. I will try to the best of my ablity for the next 2 months I have left with you guys before I go off into the world of the military :| (wish me luck if you wish :D)

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Buildings, street signs, and all sorts of people flashed by in seconds as Aunt Petunia drove her car down some street or another. Harry didn't care what street it was because he would never need to remember it. That was what he was good at, remembering things... He remembered the faces of the people that passed by, the sounds that the world made... anyways he remembered things with perfect clarity. it was strange for him to remember these things because he was only 2 years old.

the car came to a abrupt stop and Harry looked out the window to see an old building with two words on the front that he couldn't yet read. Harry didn't like that place, it looked scary. The car door opened suddenly revealing Aunt Petunia standing there with a scowl on her face. "Come here you fucking little freak! I'm going to put you where you belong! An orphanage! " she all but screeched in his face.

Harry didn't cry but you could clearly tell that there was pain in his eyes. he remembered what happened when he cried. Petunia picked him up roughly and brought him inside, fixing a calm look on her face she rang the little silver bell on the front desk. within moments a woman appeared "Can I help you miss?" she asked. "Yes, you can I don't want this... boy in my care anymore. I want him to stay here." And with that said Petunia quickly left the building before the woman could say anything. The woman looked sadly at Harry. she walked over and picked him up and brought him into the common room where the rest of the children where playing, or doing some other form of activity. "What's your name honey can you tell me?" she asked Harry hoping he could answer. "Hawy" he replied the best he could. She smiled at him and said "Alright Harry, I'm Sarah. why don't you go and play with the others while I check you in?" "Ok" Harry replied softly.

As Sarah left the room Harry looked a the other children with hope in his eyes. he walked over and tried to join in a game. "NO!" one of the boys yelled and pushed Harry away from the toy and picked it up himself and walked away. saddened Harry left the toys and sat down next to the wall and watched.

THREE YEARS LATER...

Sarah watched as Harry grew up. he was always alone away from the others. He played by himself or hardly at all. Hardly the behavior she expected from a 5 year old boy. The next day, out of sympathy she brought him an old violin and song book she had when she was young. the strings were worn and the wood wasn't polished but it still worked. she taught him the simple notes that she remembered, for it was years since she had played herself. The music that followed brought hope for him to her heart that wasn't there before.

Over the next two weeks Harry quickly learned the rest of the notes and started playing the songs that were in the book. music rang through the halls as he played. sometimes the other children stopped by and listened the caretakers even stopped by, soon it was the only thing he did during his spare time. for his birthday Sarah bought him some more music books. She celebrated the day with him, for she was the only one who did. By the time he was 7 he could create his own songs and did so often. late at night around 11 pm a haunting tune played throughout the halls for it was the only way he was good at he playing.

THREE MONTHS LATER...

"Hey freak! Can't you play something else for once!" yelled Matthew Stover the bully of the orphanage. Harry ignored him as he always did continuing to play his sorrowful tune. Growing red in the face Matthew rushed over fists balled and yell right in Harry's face "Hey freak, you hear me? I said play something else of once!" When Harry ignored him once again Matthew reached over and yanked the violin right out of Harry's grip. "Please give it back" Harry said looking sadly at Matthew. "No. I won't. I think ill keep it." he said with a crooked grin "I said can I have it back." Harry repeated growing angry at Matthew. Matthew laughed at Harry and said "Are you hard of hearing freak? I said no. its mine n-" words failed him as Harry punched him in the stomach.

Matthew furious swung the violin at Harry's head breaking the delicate instrument in half. slightly stunned Harry looked at the pieces of his violin on the floor and saw red. he pounced on Matthew and punched him repeatedly. after about five minutes he was yanked off of Mathew by strong hands. looking wildly at his next assailant He saw Sarah's mad face looking straight at him. That quickly brought him round and he looked away from her face and at the floor, shamed at himself. "What in the world were you thinking Harry!" she yelled "Look at him!" when he didn't comply she semi-roughly turned his head and made him look. what he saw was a highly beaten and very bloody pulp of a boy that used to be Matthew Stover. Matthew had been unconscious for the past two minutes while Harry continued to punch him. now he was barely alive. "Look at what you did! go to the Matron's room, Now!" Harry was spanked hard and sent back to his room to clean the mess. That night Matthew Stove died. form then on Harry was feared by the rest of the children. By week's end Harry had enough. He packed his bag of everything he owned and ran away from St. Mary's Orphanage for good.