Just a little oneshot I thought of. I wish there were some more caring!Dusley fics but hey-ho what can you do about it! This is an AU where Harry has committed suicide and the Dursleys discover him. I don't think that anybody else has done this so yeah.

I don't own Harry potter, the books, movies or otherwise.

It was a week after Harry had returned from Hogwarts and he had been upset for the entire week. It was like the previous year but increased ten-fold. He hardly ate, slept or even talked. All he would do was mope around his room or do chores. He never left the house, unless instructed to do so. But the residents a number 4 privet drive didn't notice anything, at least they chose not to notice anything.

It was a Saturday morning. The Dursleys were starting to wake up. Dudley Dursley was the one who decided to abruptly awaken his cousin, at least he thought he was waking him. He knocked on the door violently. When there was no answer he knocked harder and kicked the door as well.

"Get up, Harry" He said viciously. "I'm hungry" He whined. When no answer still came he open the door, letting it bang on the wall loudly. He strode into the room confidently. I'll show him the consequences of being lazy Dudley though evilly. He wore a smirk as he swaggered over to the bed where Harry was. He was about to shake the boy awake when he saw the state he was in. He looked him up and down and gasped. Clasping his hand over his mouth to stifle the shock he ran to his parents room and knock on their door with urgency. He just couldn't get the image of Harry's lifeless eyes staring straight up at him.

The first to awake was Petunia. She followed Dudley into Harry's room she thought to herself, What on earth has that boy done now? She scowled. What could have gotten Duddie-kins in such a state? She started to worry. She walked into the room. Dudley pointed a shaky hand towards Harry. She followed his gaze and looked at the body before her. She to clasped her hand over her mouth, but this time to silence the small sobs coming from her. She may have disliked the boy but she had already lost her sister, she wasn't prepared to lose her nephew as well, especially since he was the last tie she had to her sister.

She walked over to the lifeless body in the bed and looked closer. There was blood staining the sheets and the source was his arms. She perched on the edge of the bed and checked his neck for a pulse. Failing to find one made her all the more sad and she cradled his head on her lap. What could have caused this? Was it us? She cried harder as she rocked the body, as if it was a baby she was trying to persuade to sleep.

Vernon was the last to wake. all he heard was the banging on the door and desperate pleas for them to wake up, then silence. What has he done now? Vernon thought. He groggily and reluctantly shuffled to Harry's room and walked in. The sight caused him to stumble backward and grasp the wall for support. Petunia was rocking Harry back and forth and Dudley was silently crying in the corner of the room.

Petunia looked up at her husband and silently whispered,

"He's dead-" She cried harder and Vernon sat next to her and comforted his crying wife. After all the time he had wished that they would be rid of the pesky Potter, now that he had been granted his wish he didn't want it to be true. No matter how he thought otherwise he couldn't shake the thought, he actually cared and it took his death to realize that, and now it was too late to express it. He didn't notice the few stray tears the fell over his cheeks.

That tragic morning at the Dursleys left them all quite shaken and they were never the same afterwards. All they knew was that they would always think themselves responsible for the death of him and they wouldn't forgive themselves.