I thought I'd take a shot at this pairing. They seem interesting. Also, I want to try writing in first p-o-v.

Harry

I was walking in the corridor when I hear a sniff. I stopped walking and went toward the sound. A little girl was sitting on the floor in a dark alcove, hugging her knees.

"Are you crying?" I asked the girl.

Brown watery eyes peeked from over her knees and through tangles of dark hair.

"None of your business! Go away!" she shouted at me.

I was going to walk away but I couldn't bring myself to.

"It's the Dementors isn't it?" I guessed.

Those soulless creatures are in Hogwarts because of Sirius Black, the prison who escaped Azkaban and vowed to kill me. Aren't I lucky?

She glared at me. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Or Sirius Black?"

"It's not me he's after." She rubbed her eyes and got up and looked me up and down. She didn't seem annoyed anymore but curious. "You're in Gryffindor. Aren't you the one that's supposed to be worried? What's your name? I'm Astoria."

"Harry." I said.

"Harry? You've got the same name like Harry Potter. You've got to watch out. That murder might come after you by mistake."

I thought it was strange that she didn't recognize me. Not that I was conceited. It was not until she reached into her pocket and brought out a pink case with glasses inside did I realize why. She wasn't able to see me clearly.

"They're broken." I observed.

"Obviously." She said. She held the rectangular broken glasses higher for me to see. "I accidentally broke them."

"I know a charm for that." I brought out my wand and fixed it.

She smiled and ran her fingers over her repaired glasses. "I know the charm but can't do it. Thanks."

She was about to put her glasses back on when I stopped her. If she put the glasses on she would know who I am.

"You look better without them."

She looked up at me and squinted. "Really?"

"Yes."

It was true. She did. But that didn't excuse what I did. She didn't wear her glasses whenever we meet afterwards for our talks throughout the year and the next school year. I always seek her out when I need someone to take my mind off things. I'd send her an owl to meet me.

She didn't care about Harry Potter, the-Boy-Who-Lived. She cared for me that was simply Harry. She didn't read the Daily Prophet. She didn't bother me about studying like Hermione. She didn't talk about strange creatures that may or may not be real like Luna. She didn't awkwardly avoiding me like Ginny. It was refreshing. I knew it was too good to last.

"Harry! Look at this badge!" she said.

I cringed. "Oh…um…"

It's those stupid badges students were wearing that said 'Support Cedric' in yellow with Cedric's face on it and morphed to 'Potter Stinks' in glowing green with my face on it. When it was green, she squint her eyes at my picture. I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. She wasn't paying attention to Dumbledore when he announced the Triwizard Tournament. Her seat in the Great Hall was too far back to see anything but she heard that Harry Potter was participating.

She showed me the badge. "Do you know who this girl is? They are handing out badges with before and after pictures of her make over. She looks like a completely different person. Look at that hair."

I touched my hair. I thought she can't see pass three feet but apparently her eyes were worse. She noticed it too. She reached into her pocket and took out her pink glasses case.

"Let me see those." I grabbed the case from her hand and turned around. I don't know what I'm going to do with these. I just can't let her wear them.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I heard Hermione's voice and looked up. She walked toward me and Astoria. Oh, no!

"Harry, what are you doing with my glasses?" Astoria asked from behind me.

I panicked. Everything happened in slow motion. Before I knew it I throw the case in the air. It crashed against a stone wall and fell on the floor. It bounced open, showing the broken glasses inside.

Hermione halted. She stared at me with large eyes. I turned to Astoria and pulled her away from her glasses case, away from Hermione.

Astoria looked at the direction of where her case flew. "What was that?"

"Nothing! A BIRD!"

Astoria gasped. "Is it all right?"

"It's fine." I said, dragging her off. "That girl's going to take care of it." I mouthed the word, please, to Hermione.

Hermione looked at the broken case and then at me and Astoria. She nodded.

Thank you. I mouthed to her.

I released Astoria when we were a safe distance away.

"I hope that bird is okay. It sounded loud. It must be really hurt." she said.

"Yeah."

She nodded and looked at me. "Where is my glasses case? I think I dropped my badge."

"S-Stay here, I'll go find them."

I ran back and found Hermione holding the glasses case she had repaired.

"Thanks." I took the case from her.

Hermione's brows were knitted together in a frown. I knew what was coming.

"What was that about, Harry? Who was that girl? Why did you throw her glasses?" she put her hands on her hips. "Harry James Potter, you weren't bullying that girl were you?"

I was about to explain myself when I heard Astoria's voice.

"You're Harry Potter?!"

I turned around. Astoria was staring at me. She walked closer and squint her eyes.

"Are you, Harry Potter?" Astoria asked me.

"I can explain!" I said. I didn't realize that I shouted until Hermione spoke to me about it later.

Astoria didn't say anything. Her eyes watered and she ran from me. I went after her.

"Astoria please let me explain!"

Astoria tripped and fell on the floor. I knelt down to help her up. She pushed me when she got to her feet.

"Don't touch me! Don't talk to me!" she screamed. She turned and put her hands against the wall, feeling her way.

I stood there feeling like a git, seeing her having to do that to get around. She was angry. She wasn't going to talk to me. I went to Hermione, who was standing there dumbfounded.