As he walked through Little Whinging, not a care while he passed Dudley and his gang. He couldn't help himself spot, where once had been that big black dog. At that first sight he did not know what that man was going to mean to him. But now that he's gone, now that he's really gone, Harry only wished that meaning came back. He wished Sirius could be here chasing after pigeons next to him, writing him letters of confidence. Why couldn't Harry been happy before with his simple letters last year? How stupid he had been to have been angry at Sirius for writing to him. But now he can't ever come back, ever write to Harry, he'll never be able to see him again and that was all because of him. As he thought this he kicked the trash bin as hard as he possibly could and made all the neighbors peak out their window at him. He didn't care and they should have been used to this. He had been arguing against himself all summer, he'd been walking the alleys of Little Whinging all those long days, he couldn't stand the house anymore as because the Dursley's were being to picky of his actions treating him better as someone could describe it. Before Siruis' death he would have liked a little more care, but now it just irritated him and made him fell angrier by the minute.
And here was the life of a sixteen year old that had experienced the most adventures than most people ever had and how did he live it, he kicked trash cans letting his anger out. He had to get control of myself, he thought, and so he decided to walk back to 4 Privet Drive, even if it was his least favorite place in the whole world, he couldn't stay out these alleys too long as of what happened last time he had done this. As he walked inside this muggle home, he only wished that for once today his uncle would leave him in peace as he had for the past fourteen years, but as it always turns out luck never worked with him unless of course he was dueling against Voldemort.
As he approached the stairs, Uncle Dursley yelled, " Boy is that you, come down here!"
He cursed to himself and dragged his feet to the kitchen where both his uncle and his aunt Petunia were seated.
"Here's your dinner and after that you can write to your... umm friends about..."
" Actually, I'm not that hungry!" Harry said. He was quite hungry, but he didn't feel like obeying his uncle's order so that he could write to the Order about how well they were feeding him. Well actually, that's what the Dursleys thought that he had written all his letters about, but he really had written in these letters were pleas to take him out of Privet Drive.
" We have not prepared this food for it to just lye here, now eat up and get to your room." Uncle Dursley exclaimed.
As he said this, he gave Harry what must have been a threatening stare, but this sixteen year old had been used to those stares from death eaters who were far more dangerous than Uncle Dursley's itty bitty self.
" I might as well skip that whole dinner part and go ahead to my room, I mean my friends won't be happy to hear that your forcing me to eat, right?" He didn't wait to hear what Uncle Dursley had to say and quickly dashed to his bedroom.