He had thought that because last summer he had been able to scare the Dursleys into leaving him alone by mentioning his insane murder godfather, this summer would be free of them again. He had a plan already of all the ways he going to make sure he stayed out of the house so that he could pity himself and mourn Cedric. It hadn't worked how he thought it would though.
It just got worse. At the moment he was locked away in the cupboard, it wasn't his room anymore, but they liked to put him here when they were particularly angry. He guess they thought he didn't like it in here, while true it wasn't one of his favorite places it made him feel safe, well, safe for where he was. While in there he knew that someone couldn't just sneak up behind him, he knew for sure that he was alone, and didn't have to worry about someone seeing him doing something wrong. True theses had been things he believed when he was younger, but it still made him feel safe.
Harry licked the cut that as bleeding on his upper arm trying to get it to stop, and after a few minutes it did and he moved to make himself comfortable. Laying on his side he took out his wand which he always kept in the back of his pants just incase and held it with both hands to his chest.
He just wanted to be back at Hogwarts, away from the Dursleys, he wanted to be far from the dangers of voldemort, where he wasn't supposed to save the wizarding world from a dark lords, where he wasn't famous, and people didn't think he was crazy. He just wanted to be away.
He found himself drifting off to a deep sleep.