Harry Potter was lying on his bed staring idly at the ceiling crying silently he was thinking about the fatal night in the department of mysteries when he lost the only one that he was loved by. He just couldn't help thinking it was his fault or rather knowing after all if he would've listened to Hermione neither of them would've been there in the first place. He was just a disaster waiting to happen. "Harry get down here and make us some dinner" his aunt petunia yelled, waking him from his musings. He grudgingly started his descent down the stairs hastily wiping away his tears. He started making dinner which consisted of steak, potatoes, and spinach. (They were trying to fatten up Dudley for his upcoming boxing match but still keep him healthy.)
The rest of the Dursleys were in the living room watching the 6 o'clock news so he was able to cook in peace. He was cooking the steak when out of the corner of he saw a very familiar set of green eyes he turned to see none other than the Malfoys ex house elf, Dobby. He immediately he crouched down and whispered to the house elf "Dobby what are you doing here if the Dursleys find out I'm as good as dead" "Dobby has come to help Harry Potter" dobby squeaked back. Harry immediately thought back to his second year of Hogwarts the last time dobby tried to help him. But decided to give him a chance anyways because of what dobby did in his fourth year. So he replied back to dobby "what is it and hurry before the Dursleys come and check on me" completely forgetting about the steak burning on stove. "well Mr. Potter dobby has heard the teachers talking about how your friend died in the veil of darkness and dobby know how you can contact him all you do I-" Dobby was immediately stopped when the loud ringing of the fire alarms went of the oven had caught on fire. Harry turned around just in time to see dobby. Vernon Dursley immediately ran into the room at the sudden noise of the kitchen he pushed Harry roughly out of the way and grabbed a fire extinguisher from under the sink and extinguished the fire. Then he turned on Harry his Face was purple and his right temple was throbbing he was definitely harry thought to himself preparing himself for a long rant from his uncle.
"YOU WORTHLESS FREAK WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO OUR STOVE"
"I got distracted" harry mumbled
"YOU GOT DISTRACTED I'M GOING TO KILL YOU THAT STOVE COST US A DAMN FORTUNE AND YOUR EXCUSE IS YOU GOT DISTRACTED I DON'T CARE WHAT THE FUCT YOUR WIZARD FRIENDS SAY I'M LOCKING YOU IN YOUR ROOM UNTIL YOU GO BACK TO YOUR BLOODY DAMN SCHOOL." he finished, outraged he grabbed harry and dragged him upstairs to his room. The next day the metal bars were re-enstated from his second year and he was once again treated like he was in his 2nd and 5th summer. The worst part was he knew that no one could come and rescue him for at least another month because Dumbledore told him he had to stay at the Dursleys a certain time out of the year for safety precautions. About a day or two later the Dursleys when out to dinner with one of Vernons co workers family and Harry was left alone at the house. As soon as they left harry started thinking of ways he could get out of the house he couldn't live there anymore the only thing they had been feeding him was a piece of stale bread a day and a glass of tap water. Of course he couldn't use magic to do anything he didn't have anything to pry them off with it looked like he was stuck there forever then it hit him. Sirius's knife Hermione had repaired after it had broken so maybe it could cut the steel. 'It's worth a try' he thought to himself. So he got up and dug his trunk carefully avoided the broken glass in his trunk and pulled out Sirius's knife. He walked over to the window and the knife easily cut the metal like magic, which it probably was. He grabbed all of his stuff and stuffed in his trunk including hedwigs cage because she was visiting the Weasleys at Harry's command. After making sure everything was packed he took his bed sheets and tied them together then tied them to the bar he hadn't cut off. Then he dropped his trunk out the window and slowly lowered himself out the window.