Harry had a new hobby/interest thing: ornithology.
He loved to read about birds, how they functioned, their migration patterns, their biology(For some reason, he always read ‘hollow bones’ in the voice of the Beauxbatons headmistress. Well, he knew the reason but it was funny nonetheless). They were relatable, they were free - they were who he wanted to be.
He didn’t actually want to be a bird, but he did really want to fly.
And so he did. Everyday.
It became a routine, and he felt all the better for it. Harry finally had a reason to get out of bed every day, he finally saw the sunrise after god knows how long. He felt free.