This story started as an rpg between me and my friend, and is pretty much the same as you see below. She has given me permission to submit this, we each had a character which we both used. I don't own any of the canon characters that are used in the story.
Ditrai walked into the orphanage, his new home. His eyes stilled stained red from the tears and his face dirty from searching the rubble for his father. It had been a hard day for the Hogwarts student, and that was an understatement. The young boy barely carried in his suitcase. An old woman took it from him. She looked friendly but the boy didn't care, the boy didn't care about this old woman or anyone. He just wanted his father back. He wanted his dad to be here with him. He could have dealt with it if his dad was there. The woman talked to him kindly, but he didn't hear a word of what she was saying. He kept seeing the flames of the fire. He kept seeing his father's face as he escaped the burning house. He was the only one to escape the hell hole. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't stop seeing it. Seeing all the things that happened only an hour ago. He was placed in a room and the door shut behind the old woman. He fell unto a bed and stared at the room's door. This was not his room. This was not his bed. His father would come to pick him up soon. His father was not dead, they hadn't found his father yet that was all. They were still just looking for his dad. He wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead. He needed to sleep that was it, when he woke up his dad would be there. His dad would be smiling at him and telling him that it was also just a stupid dream. That was it, when he woke up, he would see his dad again. Ditrai crawled into a ball on the bed, hugging his knees. And he fell to sleep. But when he woke up his father wasn't there. He looked at a clock on the wall. It was midnight. He sat up and looked around the room. "Dad?" He said to the silent room as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Daddy?" He asked a little louder. Tears now flowed from his eyes like two rivers. "Daddy." He choked on his tears.
A week later and Ditrai refused to talk to anyone. He wandered around the orphanage; he hadn't seen a familiar face once during his stay here. By this time he had come to reality, his dad wasn't coming to pick him up. His dad was dead. So was his mother. But he didn't care about her. She was useless anyways. A stupid witch, he wasn't sure why his father had ever married a person like her. He could have done better; he could have had an actual mother. But for some reason his father loved his mother. For some stupid reason that he would never understand. He walked around a hallway kicking the ground. He wasn't paying attention to were he was going when he nearly ran into someone. Instead he freaked out at the last second fell backwards clumsily and landed on his behind rather hardly. "Ow." Ditrai moaned as he rubbed his backside and looked up to see who he had nearly ran into. It was Caitlyn, a fellow Ravenclaw and a fellow chaser on the quidditch team. He couldn't believe that she was here. Ditrai stammered for a while trying to think of something to say, trying to think of anything to say. But words completely eluded him. What was he supposed to say? That he was just visiting? She might get mad at him for that and tell him he was a stupid prat or something. He could say that this was his new home but then he would have to explain to her everything that had happened. And he didn't want to talk about that, he didn't want to mention it to her.