How?

How?

        Harry smiled at the ceiling waiting for the pain to end as he felt more of his blood drain from him. Then the pain suddenly spiked and he let a out an inhuman scream. The pain felt as though he was melting, breaking, and being squished all at the same time. After what felt like forever he blacked out.
He awoke in his room on his cold bloody bed and he herd nothing in the house, no breathing, no snoring, no nothing. Harry at first thought he was had fallen deff...He got up and herd the creaking of the wood. He got up and when out of his unlocked room and down the stairs he looked around cupboard and realized they had left...moved on...He was free . He smiled and went to the and saw the locks were still there. He went to the bathroom and got what he needed to unlock the cupboard. He got his stuff and walked out of the house with blood on his clothing. It was about 3 or 4 in the morning so he was able to call the night bus. He got on ignoring the lady running it.
"Leaky cauldron, London." He said horsely. He zoned out until they got there not really caring that the shrunken head was trying to be funny or that one of the passengers black cat was sitting on his lap. He was completely oblivious.
'How did I live?' was all that was he was thinking. He did notice when they stopped at his spot cause the cat dug his claws into his lap. Harry yelped and got up grabbing his stuff many passengers giving him a strange look as the cat fallowed him out and into the Leaky cauldron.