First off, please excuse the lack of indentation where a paragraph should be. I couldn't get the QuickEdit to do this, and it made me very frusterated, so I just left it. Second, Harry Potter does not belong to me: if it did, I wouldn't be writing this in fanfiction. Thirdly, (and lasly) when the people at school read this, their first reponse was why I would write this (you'll understand what they mean at the end) so I will warn you, never write a fanfic when you're depressed and in your boring two hours long lifetime wellness class. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

My name is Harry Potter.

And I am utterly alone.

I've always been alone. Ever since I can remember. My parents died when I was barley a year old. The dark Lord
Voldemort killed them. My godfather, Sirius Black, came to get me, but one of the agents of the dark lord, one of Sirius' old friends, no less, betrayed him, and got him sent to Azkaban, the wizards prison. And I was left alone.

So for nine years, I lived with my horrid aunt and uncle, and their son as well. Sometimes they left me alone, and sometimes they tortured me.

But one day, the oddest thing happened. I went to get the post, as they usually made me do, and at the top of the stack, among other bills and advertisements was a letter to me.

A letter.

To me.

But of course, I wasn't allowed to read it. So whoever was trying to contact me had failed, and I was left alone.

Then more letters came. All of them for me. Each one was a carbon copy of the other.

And they were all for me.

Someone knew who I was. Perhaps, I had thought, my loneliness would go away. A week later, I met this someone, or rather, someones. They told me I was a wizard. And that I could leave this. Not be alone anymore. So I did.

I met so many people, an for a long three years, with the exception of a few months, I was…happy. I even met my godfather, who escaped and risked death or getting his soul sucked out just for me! He had to leave, though, I couldn't live with him just yet, but he promised soon. Soon, every shred of loneliness I had would be gone!

But it was just a childish dream.

In the beginning of my fourth supposed year of happiness, HE came back in a way I never thought he would. Sure, I'd seen him before, but not like this. He killed one of my friends, leaving me with him and his minions. So I was, yet again, alone.

I tried to forget, but it was a thorn in my side.

I fought. I fought to kill this man and his followers but then, like in slow motion, the one person who had been like a father to me, my one true source of happiness, my godfather, was killed by one of them.

Even with all these people around me, I was yet again utterly alone.

But it was the last time.

I'm sorry, my dearest friends. Please accept this as an apology and an explanation.

Watching over you,

Harry Potter

Ron stared at the letter in disbelief. Hermione sobbed over Harry's body. Lord Voldemort laughed manically.

"That was a dirty little trick, you know." Sirius said.

"Yeah, I guess. But so was yours." Harry replied.

"Hey I just thought - who's going to kill Voldemort?" The older man asked.

"He can kill himself." Harry said with a laugh. Sirius joined in and soon they were both red in the face.

Harry Potter was no longer utterly alone.