Harry spent the rest of the day locked in the small closet reading his books or messing with his toy soldiers; there is not a lot for entertainment in the house. Once the Dursleys had gone to bed and were asleep, Solis snuck down the stairs. Every time the brunette got in trouble and locked up, Solis would let him out when no one was around, a plate of food in one hand, and sometimes a book or toy in the other. It is because of this that Harry could never truly hate his black-haired acquaintance. 