Harry looks out the window of his small bedroom. It has now been one week since Sirius died in the Department of Mysteries. The wizarding people finally believe him in that Voldemort is back. It is nice that they finally believe him, but the price was too big in his eyes. The only adult in his life he truly thought to care for him, was dead.
Harry didn't know what to do anymore with his life. He felt like he was all alone. His friends didn't write, not even Remus, who he supposed, was a surrogate uncle to him. He knew that the people of the wizarding world would be looking up to him for answers, that he would be the one to slay the dark lord. The problem was that he didn't see any reason to do it anymore. There was no one to fight for, nothing to protect. Everything he ever wanted, was gone.
As Harry wallowed in his grieve, he saw that the only path to his happiness, was through suicide. He couldn't see any other way. He had nobody who cared for him in this world, so why would he stay. As this thought cemented in his mind, he looked at his owl Hedwig. She had been with him through his trials in the wizarding world and had been a constant in his life.
As Harry looked at his snowy owl he knew in some way he didn't know how, that she understood what he was planning to do and agreed that it was his time to leave. He wrote a letter to Hermione, telling her what he had done and why. He distributed everything he had equally between the Weasley's, Hermione and Remus. He rolled up the scroll and attached it to Hedwig's leg. As the owl flew out of the window she looked back ones and saw a green flash of light and her chick fall to ground, dead.
A.N.: I wrote this short story in a moment of depression. I don't really know why I feel this way and I thought it was best to write it out of my system.
Maybe one day I will write a follow up, but till then, this is it.