HP ff. Harry is not really caged. It's a metaphor for his life ever since he was born, which only slightly changed at Hogwarts, but there it got all the more dangerous for him. Slight twist at the end!
My POV
One day, during fifth year, Harry rushes down the moving staircases to not be late to potions. His friends had already gone ahead as he told them he forgot something in his trunk. His Potter luck however will forever follow him as the enchanted stairs moved to a halt. Not allowing him to go either up nor down. He was stuck before a random portrait and was now definitely late for his classes with Professor Snape. He exhaled through his nostrils, why does this have to happen when he's the only one using the stairs? Everyone else is either in a classroom, at the Quidditch field, Hogmead, the library, the great Hall or in their common rooms.
He wondered on what to do. Would he be allowed to cast a spell to notify someone to help him? Doubtful with the horde of rules now hanging outside the Great halls entrance doors.. thanks to that darn ugly pink toad from the ministry. But if he doesn't do anything he'd be in even more trouble with Professor Snape, more than he already is in any case. He decided to risk it, the stairs not moving anymore was out of his hands so what else could he have done? Exactly nothin'. He also didn't want to call his broom as that could cause damage on the way. With that he got his wand out of its holster and drew it in front of him. He sucked in a deep breath to concentrate and remember the time with Sirius.
On the tip of his wand a white glow slowly shined before a quiet whisper of "Expecto Patrono" had a familiar deer springing from it.
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The portraits hanging from the walls just watched the boy quietly as he touched the snout of the animal before it trodded downwards in circles. Harry had slumped to the ground by now leaning his head back. What had later been only 10 minutes, felt like forever for him up there all alone. At some point, one of his phobias resurfaced. It was the fear of being alone in a space he had no way of coming out of... The stairs still didn't move and it was slowly becoming noticeable to the portraits that the boy had curled in on himself and his shoulders started shaking.
The person in a portrait next over, went into the one he was sitting in front of - it was a drawing of nature. He tried to get the boys attention but it didn't work that well. He, however, was able to get the boy to focus on his breathing in case he'd get a panic attack.
What surprised them however was when the boy started humming to himself in a quiet tune. Apparently, they guessed, he does that when he's alone just to get the feeling of company from the sound. The humming, slowly became more audible as his mouth opened to form words to guide his emotions. His only audience were the portraits.. That is, until somebody noticed.
Snape's POV
That bloody Potter spawn (lol just noticed that both Rin Okumura and Harry Potter were referred to as spawn by some people) was late. I had started my lesson 25 minutes and 36 seconds ago and was only waiting for two things; one being for a Griffindor's cauldron to explode and for Potter to come bargain in with the grace of a wild troll so I can give him a lecture or detention of my choosing. My bets for the cauldron where as usual with the Weasley as, when does one of them not screw up a potion? As for the doo-
