As Harry sat there in the darkness of the cupboard and heard the voices fade away, the car engine start up and reverse out of the drive. Where they really doing this to him? His family well if he could really call them family. After all they had left him in the cupboard under the stairs, his old room. He had spent Ten years in this room and now he was going to die in here. He heard cars drive up and down the street and he expected the Dursleys to come back at any moment and let him out. This could be their idea of a sick joke. He started shouting. His voice and throat started to hurt so he gave up and started thinking that he could meet up with his parents in heaven. If there was a heaven. He leant his head on the wall and tried to sleep.
He woke the next morning with a start he could here a tapping on the window of the toilet in the next room.

"Help" he tried to shout but he couldn't shout loud enough for them to hear him. He gave up knowing that the room he had grown up in was going to be his grave. Slowly he began to cry. He would never see Ginny, he had a dream. He sat there for a whole day or he thought it was so dark he couldn't see his watch. He soon fell asleep. That night Harry dream of His parents, He got an image of some one in a black cloak turn their wand on his mother and a flash of green light she was gone. Harry woke suddenly. Someone was knocking at the door. Help Harry thought could the police have been informed by the next door neighbours.

Outside Mr Tinkle the milkman was knocking on the door.

" No point in knocking they left two days ago." It was Mrs Higgins, Aunt Petunia best friend. She was also long necked like Petunia, which came in very useful for craning her neck over the neighbour's fences.

"They owe me money." Mr Tinkle said

"Here have your money" Mrs Higgins snapped thrusting a 5 pound note in to Mr Tinkles hand.

"Well I'll be seeing you soon then Mrs Higgins." Mr Tinkle replied and he hopped in to his cart and trundled off down the road.

Harry heard the knocking stop and knew at once that his only chance of surviving was to use magic but his wand was in his trunk and that was in the hallway. A door and handcuffs were stopping him from getting to it. He started talking to himself. He knew this was the first sign of madness.

" I'll escape." He muttered to himself " I'll be free soon." Then he started laughing very loudly. He knew he was going insane but he couldn't stop himself laughing he soon had laughed so much that he was tired so he leant on the wall and hoped he wouldn't get up in the morning.

" Good night." Harry yelled and once again started laughing until he fell asleep. He pulled and pulled at the handcuffs but they were too tight so he stopped. About an hour later Harry heard a very familiar voice.

" Hurry up dad Harry could be dead and you can't use a simple spell to undo the door."

" Yes well um I can't remember it."

" It's Alohamora" Ron said "honestly do you know nothing."

" Alohamora." Mr Weasley said and the door swung open.

"Harry, harry are you here." Ron said throwing boxes out of the cupboard but there was no reply then Harry started sing baa baa black sheep.

"He's alive dad undo the lock lets get him home." Arthur Weasley undone the lock and lifted Harry out of the cupboard. Harry was completely insane and was barking like a loony in a circus. Arthur took him outside to the ministry of magic cars that was waiting for them outside.