It was the summer between 5th and 6th year, Harry was devastated, he had been so sure that he would go and live with Sirius, and now that Sirius was dead, all of his dreams were crushed. His life had always been very dark, it was like Professor Lupin once said, "your class mates can scarcely imagine". It was constantly full of danger, and evil, whether he chose to accept it or not, he could not run from the fact that Voldemort was constantly in his shadows. Sirius on the other hand had been a light in the darkness, and now that he was gone, he truly lived in utter darkness.
He no longer cared how the Dursleys treated him, not that he ever cared much about them. Though now they truly were insignificant to him. Harry had stopped eating, and he had become pale as the snow that covers the ground on a cold winters day. He didn't write to his friends anymore either, although they continued, to send him letters, he refused to right back to them.
This attitude continued, through out the summer. Many doubted weather he would pull through but they would have to wait, for at the beginning of the new school year, all their questions would be answered.