Harry hadn't eaten for days. He was starving. There was no food in the fridge. Dursleys had ensured he got nothing to eat. The incident with Aunt Marge last year had provoked them into further cruelty. They insured that Harry was isolated in all ways: going as far as denying him water.

"Get inside the cupboard, boy. We wouldn't have you roaming around the house while we are out."

Mr Dursley screamed at Harry, pulling the collar of his shirt.

"I am not getting inside the cupboard.", Harry said. He had had enough. He was hungry and did not think he could go further without food.

"You don't want me to use magic on you, do you?" he threatened, hoping that they would buy it. But ...

"Boy, that wouldn't work again. You are not allowed to use magic outside school. Do you think we are fools?."

Harry wanted to say yes but thought better of it and tried to keep his mouth shut...
"Apparently." Harry blurted out. He immediately regretted it. Vernon Dursley's face became red with rage. He looked like the reddest red Harry had ever seen.

"Petunia is right, you are a mannerless freak." His uncle dragged him by the collar to the cupboard. Harry struggled against his uncle but couldn't get out of the hold. He was weak, and even if he wasn't, there was no chance he could fight his overweight uncle. Dursley slapped him and pushed him inside the cupboard.

"Don't. So what if I can not use my magic. You do know about my escaped godfather, don't you? I am in contact with him and if he came to know about all this..."

"Shut up, boy. Your Godfather will know nothing about this. Who will tell him?" He squeezed Harry's jaws in his beefy palm and was about to punch him when Petunia called from the door. He pushed Harry back. His head bumped against the cupboard wall. Blood gushed from his head. A wave of dizziness caught him. He tried to fight it but at last lost. Dursley pushed him inside and locked the cupboard door

Sirius hadn't slept for days. He had escaped Azkaban, thanks to Harry and his friends. Sirius was roaming around this strange country for days. He had no idea where he was going. Dumbledore had told him to get out of Britain and hide in some other country. He longed to see Harry again. He remembered how the boy looked exactly like his father and saved his life. Harry had been fierce and angry when they first met, but after that, he was quite excited about living with him. That was not possible now. He was an escaped convict. His stomach grumbled, and he realized how hungry he was. Remus could help him. He wrote a letter to Remus and lay down on the bench. Children were playing nearby, but he did not care. No one was going to come near him. He looked scary.