Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as a Harry would have been very dark. :D
Author Note: This is a short one-shot, and I know its written horribly. I just had to post to get it out my system.
Harry looked up at the ceiling, and reminded himself that it was for the best. When the darkness turned to light he would be gone. He had thought about his life during the coarse of the summer, and had realized that he meant nothing to the light side. So he would end it all tonight. With Sirius dead now, what did he have to live for? Dumbledore only saw him as a weapon, not to mention his 'friends' would abandon him in a instant if the price of staying was dying. He had overheard many argument about him being a nuisance to him, while hiding at grimwald place. He looked at the small vial in his hand, he was laying down on his small bed the Dursleys have given him to sleep on. He had already snuck to Grimgots to settle his will. So all he had to do is send Hegwig with the letters he had written one to Voldemort, and one to Dumbledore. Attaching them to the snow owl, she took off into flight. Both contained the same basic letter telling them to fight their own war. That he was no ones pawn and such. So with that he gulped down the potion said to give him a quick and painless death. Liquid Avada Kevada. "Goodbye", was the last thing Harry Potter uttered before sumitting to death.