"What?" Sirius whispered, a trace of danger lacing his tone.
"Oh I'm just sending Harry some food, poor boy probably hasn't eaten in days," Molly said while packing up some smores she had baked earlier that day.
"Harry's with the Dursleys, Lily's sister won't starve him Molly," Sirius said, his voice an octave higher than his natural baritone.
Molly looked at him in pity. Sirius didn't want her pity, he wanted her to agree with him, to say that his godson was loved and cared for, that he was the way he was because he was Lily's son, not because he was abused.
"Won't they?" Sirius asked again, waiting for Molly to tell him that he was right, and Harry was fine, desperation leaking into his voice.
"Sirius…" Molly started
"Mom, are you owling food to Harry? Could you put some bandages in there too-" Ron started as he came down the stairs. "Oh hi Sirius", he said, noticing Sirius.
"Bandages? W-Why would he need them?" Sirius asked, eyes widening.
Ron looked at him, surprise evident on his face.
"Harry is being abused, Sirius," Ron said. "Why do you think he agreed to stay with you, a practical stranger before Pettigrew escaped"
Sirius sat down with a thump, his legs giving out under him. Harry is being abused. He-