Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Twilight is all Stephenie Meyer and Harry Potter is all J.K. Rowling.

Warning: SLASH. Suicidal at times. Don't like it. Don't read it.

Author's little note: Just thought i would use this chapter to deepen our understanding of what harry is going through and allow some time for Edward to travel. Now i know there is no Edward in this chapter. not yet. do you really think that he would jump off the plane and know exactly where harry was... ummm no. So he will be searching around for a bit. or maybe just loose interest in Harry. who knows ....

The Glass Floor – HPOV

As soon as the plane landed Harry was in a rush to get out of the airport. That had been one of the worst plane flights of his life which was surprising considering he had been on countless planes before. Harry had spent the entire four and a half hour trip squished between muggles who unfortunately would not leave him alone. They were in fact probably trying to be sociable and polite but to Harry it was obnoxious and annoying. He had never felt more claustrophobic in his life. The only good thing about the whole trip was that the situation was distracting. It took a hold of his mind and kept him in the present. Each time that Harry was just about to slip off into a full on depressive thought someone would ask him a question or need to get up to go to the bathroom.

'Like didn't those people get the point? I wanted to be left alone!' Harry thought as he made his way out of Pearson International Airport, finally in Toronto.

There were already taxis waiting outside for travellers so Harry just jumped in the first one he came to.

"Where ye headed Sir?" the cad driver asked.

"A hotel I guess." Harry answered not really concerned with where he was going just that it was far away from an airport.

The cabdriver looked back at Harry with a puzzled look. "Ok. Well which Hotel?"

Harry didn't know the name of any hotels in Toronto. "Whichever one is nice and close to downtown I suppose. Surprise me." He responded.

The driver put the car in gear and sped off. "How about the Metropolitan Hotel? It's basically in the middle of everything and very nice. Expensive though." He shot Harry a questioning glance through the rear view mirror.

"That's fine." Harry responded.

The cab driver shrugged his shoulders and turned on the radio. Harry spent the whole 20 min drive listening to oldies rock blasting from the radio and staring at the buildings passing by. As soon as the cab pulled up at the hotel Harry threw $40 at the cabbie and quickly made his way inside eager for the day to be over.

With a few quick words and a shinny credit card handed to the lady at the front desk, Harry found himself in his suite. To Harry this room looked way too bright and cheerful. Everything in the room was white except for the curtains and carpets which where a navy blue. After setting his backpack down on the bed he closed all the curtains and turned on the small bedside lamp.

'Much better. Now the room at least looks more like a cave.' Harry thought to himself as he took off his shoes and lay down.

As soon as he closed his eyes a flash of amber eyes crossed his mind.

'Why is this happening to me?'

Harry could feel himself slipping into darkness. A darkness that obscured his world and aroused the visions. Visions of everything and everyone he had lost and now this new vision of Edward Cullen. The vampire that Harry barely knew but was beginning to capture his mind in a way that had not occurred in 7 waking years.

'Not tonight.' Harry thought. 'I will not fall into that awful abyss tonight.'

Harry needed a drink, anything to help him sleep a dreamless sleep.

'Thank god for mini bars.'

This was another habit for Harry. He made his way over to the little fridge next to the TV in his room. Pulled out all 11 of the little bottles and went back to bed. He flicked on the TV and one by one downed the bottles of bliss. After a few hours of mindlessly watching television he fell asleep.

When Harry finally woke up he had no way of telling what time it was. The room was still dark from the closed curtains. He fumbled around a bit looking for his glasses and then the light switch. The clock on top of the TV said 10:34am. At least he had managed to sleep through the night thanks to his mini bar. Harry's stomach growled reminding him that the last time he had eaten was the awful meal on the plane and even then he had only picked at it. After a quick shower and change of clothes he found himself making his way down on the elevator.

The hotel had a continental breakfast laid out and Harry managed to scarf down some food just as they were cleaning it up. With his personal hygiene and hunger taken care of Harry decided to go for a walk around the city.

'Keep myself in the light and away from my thoughts...'

Harry wondered around Toronto for a few hours until he came upon the CN tower. Without even thinking about it Harry found himself buying a ticket and getting into an elevator that took him up the tallest freestanding building in the world. He felt the pressure in his head and his ears pop as the elevator went up at an alarming speed. He was glad to get out of there when the doors finally opened.

When looking around on the main floor Harry realised that if he was not aware of how high up he was then he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. But the view when he made it over to the lookout was amazing. He could see so far overtop all the buildings in the city. There was one thing that drew Harry's attention as he was exploring the tower and that was the glass floor. 2 and ½ inches of glass that you could stand on and see right down to the world below. He walked out to the middle of one of the pains and looked down. He could see everything, even people walking around below enjoying themselves on this crisp fall day. Why couldn't he enjoy his life anymore? What was there really left for him to live for? The amber eyes? He shook that thought out of his mind and looked down at the ground below.

Harry found himself wondering what if the glass just disappeared? What if he would just fall and fall and fall until there was nothing? At least it would bring an end to this life of his. This measly existence that he had been left with. He was never supposed to be here. It was never suppose to be Harry Potter who had to live a life after the war. He was supposed to die there on that field at Hogwarts. Hell. He had died but he had to be brought back to finish the man that caused it all.

'But, why am I alone? Why did everyone else have to die but me?'

The fear of having a full on panic attack in front of so many people brought Harry back to the present and away from the glass floor. Being in public was not a good place for him right now. He could feel himself sink into a rut of darkness that could only get better with sleep or whiskey. Harry quickly made his way down the tower and back to the hotel. Once he was back in his room he shut the curtains, turned off all the lights and curled back in bed.

AN: Thats it for chapter 4 let me know what you think. maybe back to EPOV next chapter...........