Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or P.O.D.

Summery: Harry received word that Voldemort knows where he is and is coming to kill him. Harry is tired of running….so he waits.

Goodbye For Now

Harry apperated to the House of Black. It seemed fitting. He was going to die in the house, with Sirius all around him.

Harry sat in one of the armchairs, slipping on his head phones. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, pressing play.

"I can still see the light at the end of the tunnel shine

Through the dark times even when I lose my mind

But it feels like no one in the world is listening

And I can't ever seem to make the right decision."

What was the point of running anyway? Voldemort would still find him no matter where he hid. He would just prolong the inevitable. He was ready to die. He was ready to face his demons.

"I walk around in the same haze.

I'm still caught in my same ways.

I'm losing time in these strange days.

But somehow I always know the right things to say."

What about Ron and Hermione, you might ask? What about them? They'd be safe. Mostly, Harry didn't care. They didn't even have to be involved in his problems. They are a liability. They would make Harry hesitate. He would be better off with out them. They would be better off with out him. This song soothed him, so he pushed his headphones closer and became numb.

"I don't know what time it is.

Or who's the one to blame for this.

Though I believe what I can't see.

And how do you know which way the wind blows?

'Cause I can feel it all around.

I'm lost between the sound.

And just when I think I know there she goes."

Had it been worth it? All those years of running just to meet his bitter end at the very thing he'd come to hate? He didn't care. It didn't matter. He had very little protection. He learned that the Order wouldn't always be there to protect him. Dumbledore was gone, the only person who could've protected him, dead. Harry couldn't save himself. Not this time…

"Goodbye for now….

Goodbye for now. So long…

Goodbye for now (I'm not the type to say I told you so)

Goodbye for now. So long…(I think the hardest part of holding on is letting it go)

When will we sing a new song? A new song?

When will we sing a new song? A new song?"

Harry drowned in the words playing in his ear. They held so much familier pain. As he listened, he thought of his parents. Parents who had saved him so he could save the world. Harry opened his eyes, tears blurring his vision. If he died without killing Voldemort…their death would be in vain. He would fail them.

Harry lowered his head as the tears spilt down his cheek, warming them. A sob rocked his chest. He couldn't win.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"We're still smiling as the day goes by and how come nobody ever knows the reasons why?

Bury it so deep, so far that you can't see, if your like me, who wears a broken hear on your sleeve…

Pain and struggle is what you know so well

Either time won't, it can't, or it just won't tell.

I'm not the type to say I told you so.

I think the hardest part of holding on is letting it go."

Harry felt a presence behind him and smiled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He felt Voldemort monologue, telling him this was the end and blah blah blah. Who cares?

"Just kill me, you vile creature." Harry thought to himself. Harry could see a flash of green light and smirked. "How predictable."

Then…he just wasn't there. Gone. Dissolved into nothing. No soul. No heaven, no hell. Nothing, his CD player still singing in his ears.

"Goodbye for now…"

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