Harry lay awake, watching as the beautiful woman beside him drifted off into sleep.
Each night, he would wait till her eyelashes fluttered in the depth and peace of her dreams.
It was a large eight-story mansion. Elegantly furnished with black and dark violet tapestries, the house was anything but a warm place, but it was definitely inviting.
It smelled of flowers, sweet lilies and roses. The sun gleamed through the window delicately, its warm rays gently caressing her cheeks as Harry had done so many times before...
There was a knock at the door as she stirred, her eyes barely open, she watched as her father opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Parkinson." said an eerily familiar voice.
"Mr..."
"She is here, I would presume?" asked the voice, placing a silver-topped staff through the doorway.
Her father chuckled nervously.
"Yes, you see... about that." he said, glancing off to the side.
"Not having second thoughts, are we?" said the voice calmly. "The marriage has been set since..."
"Yes.. I know.. but she's in love with someone else..." Her father said firmly, still refusing to look at the man in the doorway.
"Really? Who might that be?" the man said, looking at the innocent girl on the family sofa.
"Harry, Harry Potter." her father mumbled, his mind racing.
"And you discovered this how?"
"When I got her... I..." he stammered, the man in the doorway forced his way in, knocking her father to the floor.
"Stupefy." Pansy tried to scream, to move, to do anything but could not do so...
"Wait.. you said you weren't going to hurt her!" her father pleaded, raising to his feet and pulling his wand from his jacket pocket.
"Things have... changed..." grinned the man. She could see his face clearly now... it was the face of Lucius Malfoy.
"I... I won't let you hurt her!" her father shouted, then pointed his wand at her. "Obliviate!"
That wasn't a protection spell... what was he doing?
"Move out of my way!" growled Lucius, hitting her father with the blunt tip of his staff.
"NO!" he cried, raising his wand in a last attempt to defend himself and his daughter.
"Avada Kedavara!"
Pansy awoke with a start. Harry, who had not yet drifted off to sleep, rose with her and, out of instinct, held her.
"Daddy!" she sobbed, her head placed deeply into Harry's chest.
Pansy had once been one for an extremely strong, witty personality. Whatever had happened to her was slowly tearing her apart, leaving only the vulnerable, innocent little girl that now cried in Harry's arms.