I don't anything, I'm blatantly stealing others ideas and characters
Introduction
A skinny boy with messy black hair and a lightening shape scar paused in his pacing to look out through the bars on his windows. All he could see was the endless grey of the drizzle. He turned back to his pacing. Four steps, turn and four steps back again. That was the extent of his room, Dudley's spare room. It had more room than his cupboard, but that no longer mattered. He was back where he had started. Sirius was dead, Cedric was dead, Dumbledore had being lying to him. He was trapped here at the mercy of the Dursleys with no one to turn to. He'd been back here for two days, two days in which he hadn't eaten, hadn't slept. He had just paced the boundaries of his cell. He had been thinking, but he could see only one way out. He couldn't return to Hogwarts, not after what he had done.
Turning he stopped his pacing. Standing once more in front of the window, he took his wand from his pocket and whispered disapeareo, the bars were gone. Moving with greater purpose now that he had decided he released Hedwig from her cage. Grabbing a piece of parchment from his trunk, he wrote Ron Weasley on the outside and sent Hedwig away on her fools errand. He turned then to his trunk, removed his invisibility cloak, broom, and the photo album Sirius had given him. A whispered incendio and his trunk began to burn. Harry turned away and soared out of the window into the great beyond.