Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the plotline and any OC's I decide to throw in.

Room 924, Holiday Inn, San Francisco, California

Harry lay down on his bed. He was exhausted. He'd been out house hunting all week. He'd tried to work up the courage to approach them, but he just hadn't been able to do it.

Well, this is just great; he thought sarcastically, I'm stuck in a crappy hotel with nowhere to go. I can't go to them, I just can't. What if they don't care? What if they hate me? What if—

At that moment, his stomach growled. "Uh, why eat anyway? It isn't like I have much to live for. Well, other than that, but do I really want a reminder?"

As his thoughts circled around what had happened to him, Harry drifted off to sleep.

DREAM

Sixteen year old Harry was lost in thought, walking to the dungeons to tell him the news. He had just found out this morning, and he was unsure how he felt.

'I wonder how he'll feel about this' Harry thought.

He walked along in silence, trying to figure out how he felt, when he turned the corner. He stopped dead, trying to comprehend what was before him.

Him, kissing someone else. 'How could he! He told me he loved me just last night!'

Harry dropped his books, snapping them out of their trance, and turned and ran.

"Harry!" He called, running after him. "It's not what it looks like!"

END DREAM

Harry woke, wondering where he was. Then it all came back to him.

Why do I even go on? Why not end it here and now? Why not just end all the trouble? Its not like I can defeat him. Why keep suffering?

Making his decision, Harry sat up and grabbed the small dagger he'd been keeping in the bedside table, next to his room key.

He walked to the bathroom, and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. He took the dagger in his right hand, and rolled up his left sleeve. He put the end of the dagger to his wrist and pressed lightly. A small trickle of blood flowed from the cut. He dug deeper. The blood was pouring out now. He switched the dagger to his left hand and did the same to his right wrist.

Wonder what they'll say when they find me. The Boy Who Lived became The Boy Who Didn't, Harry thought as the darkness overcame him.

Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, California

"Pheobe, could you chop up the carrots for the soup?" Piper asked Phoebe.

"Sure Piper." Pheobe replied.

Pheobe grabbed the knife, and then stopped, gasping with her eyes closed.

"Pheobe?" Piper asked.

PREMONITION

Making his decision, Harry sat up and grabbed the small dagger he'd been keeping in the bedside table, next to his room key.

He walked to the bathroom, and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. He took the dagger in his right hand, and rolled up his left sleeve. He put the end of the dagger to his wrist and pressed lightly. A small trickle of blood flowed from the cut. He dug deeper. The blood was pouring out now. He switched the dagger to his left hand and did the same to his right wrist.

END PREMONITION

"Piper, we've gotta go. NOW." Pheobe said suddenly.

"Ok, where to?" Piper said grabbing the car keys off the table.

"Holiday Inn, room 924." Pheobe replied.

Outside Room 924, Holiday Inn, San Francisco, California

"Piper, blow the door open." Pheobe said to Piper.

"Why? Let's just call Leo to come and orb us in." Piper replied.

"There's no time Piper, just blow it up!"

With a flick of her hands, and a giant BOOM, Piper blew the door open.

With her sister following her at a more sedate pace, Pheobe ran through the doorway and into the bathroom. When she got there, she gasped at the sight before her.

A.N. Ok, I've got some people working with me on this story. I'm still looking for a beta, though. I've finally got the whole story planned out, and I'm gonna be updating faster, though it'll probably still be slow 'cause I only have the weekends to write 'cause I have like 3 hours of homework each night.