Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter.
She stops at the newly appeared door and pauses for a moment before reaching out and turning the handle. It swings soundlessly open, invitingly ajar.
She's been here before, many times, for many different reasons — many different requirements. But this time is unique. This time, the door reveals only darkness, a pitch black that no light can penetrate. She steps inside.
Something washes over her: relief, perhaps, or fear. A slight smile touching her lips, she closes the door and is engulfed in darkness.
She doesn't seem to be standing on anything; she is weightless, floating in the darkness. She's not sure if her eyes are open, but it's not as if it matters. Here, she needs no awareness — never again will she need to be aware.
And so she floats there, enveloped in darkened bliss, and doesn't even feel it when her life slips away.
A/N: Gneh. The challenge was to write an unusual use for the Room of Requirement. I couldn't think of anything funny, so instead I wrote it for someone with a death wish. You pick the character; if it really seems like anyone to you, tell me because I'm curious. And please review even if it doesn't seem like anyone in particular; reviews make me very happy. I also respond to them on my LiveJournal ("homepage" on my profile).