[DISCONTINUED FOR NOW] Harry isn't sure exactly how he ended up in an elective class titled 'Musical Performance'. He swore he marked it as his last preference, granted that the only instrument he's ever laid hands on is a recorder, and that was in Primary School, so. He's even more pissed at the fact that landing in...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
Includes external links, and I'm sorry I read a lot of oneshots.
This is the description of the story. Just kidding. But seriously, it's quite obvious from the title. And this is JUST for fun. So don't take offence. Anyway, happy reading. Btw, just keep in mind I wrote this a few years ago, so it may not be as accurate now. :)