Chapter 1 Born for the blue skies, we'll survive the rain...

Harry sat snugly against the window pane, his legs against his chest. Window open and the night air breeze…He loved the breeze, loved the air, love having windows –windows everywhere, god it was so liberating, years, years of that bloody cupboard, of the small room of broken objects with bars so he couldn't even open the window. Locked in, stale air.

He missed the spiders a bit though. He'd lived with them ever since he was one, gotten used to them, sort of. When you got locked in a cupboard sometimes for weeks on end without being fed, you learn not to be picky about your companions. And there was nothing as entrancing and relaxing as watching a spider wave a web.

Or maybe he's just gotten completely bonkers and a tad psychotic. That was pretty much what the hat had said. "Good god," it'd whispered in his head "It's like the room of requirements in here. Isn't there anything in you that's not about everybody else? Don't you want friends? Power? Anything, anything at all, that's not about being normal?"

Adventures, he'd thought back, memories in my head, of adventures so if I ever get locked up again I can close my eyes and see people, taste food, and sea and skies. That and a lot of windows.

The hat had laughed –laughter in his head, wasn't that just a bit disturbing?

"You sound just like your godfather at your age. Of course now he's probably gone raving mad in a bloody cell for something he hasn't done…Sirius Black…But I can't see you going the same way. He was escaping purebloods, while you…you're escaping muggles, hard decision. You have cunning for certain, all those things in your head, but not because you want to, no, I can see it, how you're not lying to me, it really is all you want is it not. Seas and skies."

And windows, Harry added in because ever since he was a kid all he'd ever wanted, all he'd ever wished for dreamed for, were windows. Well, that, green lights and flying motorcycle. And some really weird stuff about tunnels and cigars for some reason.

"Yes, yes, he said that too. Isn't that just eerie…GRIFFINDOR!" and the last word wasn't just in his head this time because people applauded and wooped and red head twins started a victory dance on a completely off tune little song.

Sirius Black. He'd read the name of course, but…for a crime he hasn't committed.

That was a new one…