Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe. I'm just borrowing it to let out my creative urges.
Warning: this story will be Sevitus (that means Sev is Harry's dad) and mentions mpreg. If you don't like this, don't read my story.
A beautiful day at Privet Drive
It was a beautiful day in Little Whinging, Surrey. Unfortunately, not everyone was enjoying it, as at number 4, Privet Drive, a young boy sat in his room.
Even though his holiday had only just begun, he was already sick and tired of it. The main reason? He missed his school, he missed his friends, and most importantly, he missed his godfather. It didn't help his mood much, that said godfather had just died, and through his own fault. If he hadn't been tricked into going to the Ministry of Magic by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, better yet, if he hadn't angered Snape so bad that he had stopped his occlumency lessons, than Sirius wouldn't have had to come to his rescue, thus he would still be alive.
The boy, Harry was his name, was so depressed, that even his aunt and uncle, who didn't like him at all and would like nothing more than to never have to see him again, were beginning to worry about him. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep and barely even moved at all.
The only thing he would give the slightest response to, was his pet owl Hedwig. She had been his companion during the holidays ever since Hagrid had bought her for him before his first year at Hogwarts, and he wasn't going to let her down by ignoring her.
Today was different than the previous days, because it was exactly a month since Sirius died. While Harry was contemplating on that, he felt that there was only one thing he could do. He would follow his godfather and say goodbye to his life. He couldn't live without a person who cared for him, who loved him just for him, just Harry. So he did something he hadn't done since the holidays had started. He got up and walked down to the kitchen. There he went to the drawer with the kitchen knives, and took one to slice his wrists. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't paid attention to the fact that both his aunt and uncle were in the kitchen, and before he could put the knife to use, his uncle had already taken it from him and restrained him so he couldn't try again.
"What do you think you are doing, you stupid boy!", uncle Vernon yelled. "If you think we're just going to let you kill yourself in our kitchen, you're making a terrible mistake! You are not going to make your aunt Petunia watch you die!"
In the mean time said aunt Petunia had awoken from her stupor. "Okay, that's it! I'm writing to those people and I'm telling them they can better make sure you get a grip! You are not going to die, least of all while in my care!"
She took a note and a pencil, and wrote a quick note, explaining what Harry had tried to do. Then she tied it to Hedwig's leg, telling her to go to the person she thought could help Harry the most.