This is my beginning of the 6th book. If you like it, I will keep going. Leave me some comments.
Harry stared at the floor of his room. The Dursley's had been treating him harder than ever, with the news spreading through the wizarding world that he was related to them. He didn't know how it got around, but he didn't care. He hadn't cared about much, lately, since he realized that Sirius was really gone. He spent a lot of time in his room, holding back tears. But his heart wanted so greatly to burst out of him and hug someone. To feel a reassuring hand. To find someone who cared. But no one did. Dudley had noticed something, he wasn't bugging Harry anymore. But that wasn't enough.
"HARRY!" roared Uncle Vernon from the kitchen, "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Harry slowly picked himself up, and slowly went down the steps. His heart felt so heavy, he thought he would fall. But he managed to get to the kitchen.
"What?" He asked unenthusiastically.
"Get up and do something. Go outside, be a normal kid, if that's possible. I'm sick of you all over my house. Go prune Petunia's flowers. Do something." At first Harry thought that he heard a hint of concern, but no. So, he stepped out the back door, onto the porch, and began roaming the streets. Walking had become hard. His body had seemed to form a tight bond around him, and his heart wasn't into anything. SO he walked, unaware of what might be ahead of him.