Except... When Sirius and a squad of aurors arrive on the doorstep of 4 Privet Drive only a day later, they are informed that that worthless little wretch isn’t here, hasn’t been for years, and good riddance! The journalists hanging on the coattails of the aurors catch it all. The hateful comments made by the Dursleys fill an entire page of the Prophet’s spread, spewed by the muggles with almost vicious delight as the aurors search the house from top to bottom. A picture of Harry’s abandoned cupboard takes up a quarter of a page. The Dursleys seem to almost enjoy sharing how they tried their very best to beat the freakishness out of the wretch, they gave him everything, they fed him and clothed him and housed him and still he couldn’t control his freakish nature so of course they had to beat him, he had to learn his lesson, it’s only natural.