He was flying. It was a sensation unknown to him. He could do as he pleased, no one was here to bother him or stare at him and best of all no one was here to try to kill him. He was Immortal; nothing could spoil his good mood. He soared down towards the lake. He landed on the bank and hopped over to the edge and looked at his reflection. He was a free man, no one could recognize him and suddenly Harry Potter knew exactly how his godfather Siruis Black had felt every time he changed forums. Free was a feeling Harry had never had. Free was such a novelty to others that they took advantage of it.
"Free..." he thought, "Free..."
The bird that looked back at him in the refection of the water was a black crow. The only way anyone could have know it was him was if they looked on the beak very, very carefully and saw the tiny, tinny lighten bolt etched on.
Harry felt so proud of him self for figuring out how to become an animagus just has his father had. Of course his forum was much smaller than his fathers or any of the Marauders (the faithful ones that is) but he had still managed it in under a year. He loved it! As the crow he no longer carried the responsibilities of Harry Potter, he no longer had to think about the things that worry him the most, he didn't have to listen to Ron and Hermione snipe at one another. He was Harold the crow, not Harry Potter. Of course he hadn't told Ron or Hermione what he was up to. They would have tried to stop him. No he had done it all by him self.
As it turned dark, Harold flew back up behind the Whomping willow careful not to get to close and changed back into Harry. Harry then trudged back up to castle now feeling very happy.