Harry had wet the bed. Bedwetting was nothing strange for a little boy, though he was a bit old for it; his cousin Dudley, who had been born the same year, had already joined the Cub Scouts.
But Petunia's yelling was a little too loud. She called him a disappointing piece of trash. Though she constantly said she wanted to raise him into a respectable person, what she actually woke him up early in the morning for was to scrub pots.
When she discovered that Harry had wet the bed, she did not even ask what had happened. She said he was a disgusting child and that only animals wet themselves. Later, Harry said he had had a nightmare, that he had dreamed of how his parents died. Petunia raised her voice and asked him, "Why should I have the slightest interest in that?"
Minerva, transformed into a cat and crouching outside the Dursleys' house, was so furious that she nearly pulled out her wand to teach those Muggles a lesson. At that moment, Albus appeared and persuaded Minerva to leave. He himself stood in the bushes, watching little Harry through the window. Harry was standing there, clutching the bedsheet in his hands.
If Pomona had not spoken with Dumbledore beforehand, she probably would have supported Minerva and taken Harry back from his foster family.
When Batman lost his parents and was helpless with despair, it was a blanket draped over him by a police officer that made him feel a little warmth.
That tiny bit of warmth kept him from becoming a bitter cynic, while Joker had suffered all the coldness and malice the world had to offer.
People at the "bottom" did not actually care how other people at the bottom lived. Everyone was only thinking about how