Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Natalie Torres and Chantal Abermua.

A/N: Hey! I know I haven't updated in a good minute and I'm so sorry! The problem is I was having severe writers block for this chapter, but here I am making a chapter for you. (Sorry if it sucks I was just having writers block and I really just want to let go of the 'Natalie plot' for a minute and go on to the other plot) Well enough of my stalling, on to the story…Enjoy!

Severe Depression

Did you really think that this was going to be just another one of those stories where the person gets away with cheating? Well, no it's not and you've personally seen what happened to me. I never thought falling in love could be so hurtful. I mean sure it's all good when you and your partner are 'blindly in love', but when you do something wrong it hurts so bad. You never would think that love could cause severe depression…

No, no I'm dreaming. Natalie didn't really leave me. It's just a nightmare that I'm going to wake up from any minute now.

Pathetic isn't it? I know. What I'm going through just feels like a really bad dream that I'm going to wake up from any minute now.

It feels like this is just a dream. Just a dream.

I know I'm going to wake up any minute now.

It doesn't feel right for Natalie to hate me. It actually feels really wrong. It's just not possible. Natalie can't hate me because she loves me! I know she still loves me…

I had left Natalie's house a week ago. It had been the worst week in my life. You have no idea what it feels like to have somebody you love so close to you and not be able to kiss or hug them. It's like hell.

Ever since that night Natalie had been feeling sick but every time I tried to help her she would always say,

"NO Harry, I don't need your help, I never needed it!"

Why did this have to happen to me? It was like I was addicted to loving her. Natalie stole my heart and she won't give it back. Natalie was like my drug. I was obsessed with loving her. I was obsessed with her.

As I'm walking down the empty halls of Hogwarts I come across the room where it all happened. Where I committed the worst crime of all.

The Room Of Requirement

Suddenly it struck me that the door to the Room of Requirement was visible. That can't be unless somebody's in it.

"This late at night?"

It's not like I really cared what was behind that door. It's not like I really cared about anything anymore. I had not curiosity to see what was behind the door because as gothic as this might sound I no longer have feelings. I'm just a hollow mask.

I went to go open the door.

"It's not like I have anything better to do anyway"

"And I'm definitely not going into the Gryffindor common room"

I opened the door and saw something very unexpected. Surprise almost actually came to me but as soon as it was coming it left.

Inside the Room of Requirement was Chantal on the floor crying. Her pin straight brown hair was sprawled all over the floor and she was just laying there sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh God what is this slut up to now?"

You might be thinking that I'm being extremely cruel but what I feel for Chantal is pure hate. What I feel for Chantal is hate in it's purest form that it could almost match up to the hate I feel for Voldemort. Almost. I also feel disgust.

Chantal noticed I was there and put her head up. I saw her gray eyes filled with sadness.

I could care less.

"H-Harry?"

"What?"

I said that rather coldly. Again I could care less how I sound.

"Oh Harry!"

Chantal got up from the floor and ran over to me hugging me tightly.

Oh no. Chantal cannot hug me.-I'm starting to sound like Malfoy-

"Get off Chantal"

I pushed her off and she stumbled back a few inches.

"What's wrong Harry?"

I started to walk away without answering her. Everything is her fault. Everything that's happening to me is her fault.

I might have said that I'm a hollow mask, but there are a few feelings left over.

Anger, Hate, Disgust, and Sadness.

None of them are good.

"Harry wait!"

I kept walking. I feel like if I look at her I'll just slap her perfectly flawless face.

"Harry wait up!"

Oh God she's so annoying!

"Look Chantal!"

I stopped walking and turned around. Chantal wasn't that far away from me. She looked taken aback by my attitude.

"I don't want you near me, I don't want you to ever call my name!"

"Just leave me alone!"

Chantal started to get tears in her eyes.

Oh Please, is this another one of her breakdowns?

"Harry why?"

"Because you destroyed my life you slut!"

"Harry what are talking about?"

Must I re-live those disgusting moments I had with you?

"Because ever since that night that I slept with you-"

I said that part icily.

"- my life's been hell"

"Harry how could you say that? I enjoyed that night so much, I still remember the kisses you gave me"

She looked like if she was starting to remember that night.

I'm scared that if I remember that night I might start gagging.

"Harry I love you so much, and even if you don't believe me maybe this will convince you"

Chantal took a few steps toward me and kissed me.

She started to put her arms around my neck.

This reminds me of Natalie. The day when we first kissed.

Natalie, what I would give to have you back. Oh Natalie I love you so much.

I started to kiss Chantal back fiercely and more desperately. I was thinking that Chantal was Natalie. I wanted Natalie back so bad.

The kiss became more intense. I started to push Chantal into the wall, while we were still kissing. She didn't object, rather she started to walk back into the wall.

We never stopped kissing of course. It's not like I would want to let go of 'Natalie'.

'Natalie' is acting strange though. She's acting more daring then before. She backed herself into the wall.

We were kissing when I put my hand on her inner thigh.

"I wonder if she'll let me"

She not only let me but she lifted her leg up so that I was basically carrying her.

"She really is acting more daring"

I started to let my hands go in further up her skirt. I was close to her private when 'Natalie' let go of me and told me,

"Oh Harry I knew you liked that night to, I loved it, I can't forget that night, make me yours tonight again, make love to me again, please Harry I want you so bad, I love you so much"

I Immediately let go. This voice was definitely not Natalie's. This voice had a French accent. Natalie definitely doesn't have a French accent.

"Harry what's wrong, why did you stop?"

"Chantal get it through your head, I DON'T WANT YOU! I HATE YOU!"

"Harry if you hate me so much then why were you just about to make love to me again?"

"Shut up you slut, shut up!"

"What happened Harry? Did you break up with your little girlfriend?"

That was it. She has no right to talk about Natalie.

I grabbed Chantal by the neck.

"Don't talk about her! Don't ever let her name pass through your disgusting lips! And yes I did break up with her but it was all your fault!"

I Kept shaking her when I was finished with a sentence. Chantal was turning slightly red. I wasn't grabbing her all that hard.

"You could have stopped that night, but no you let it go and I went and told Natalie and now she left me and I HATE YOU!"

Chantal was able to talk even if my hand was on her neck and said,

"Harry if you stopped and listened to yourself you would know that what your saying is silly. Stop blaming me and start blaming yourself for your actions. I didn't know you had a girlfriend and you did!"

"I was drunk!"

"That's not a good excuse. Being drunk makes you happy but it doesn't make you completely forget somebody you supposedly love! And besides even if I did know that you had a girlfriend I would have still done it because I love you!"

"STOP IT, STOP IT!"

This time I started to tighten my grip on her neck. She was turning red then purple.

"Let me go Harry!"

She said in much less than a whisper. I was sort of in a trance. I was overwhelmed by hate and reality. Everything Chantal had said was true. It was my fault. I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I let my pants think for me instead of my head. It was my fault that Natalie left me and not Chantal's. It's completely my fault and I shouldn't hate Chantal for something that I did.

I realized what I was doing. I was killing Chantal over something that I did!

I immediately let go of her. As soon as I did she went into a fit of uncontrollable coughs. For the first time in three weeks I actually had a feeling that wasn't anger disgust or sadness. Worry. I was worried about Chantal.

"Oh God Chantal I'm so sorry, please let me help you"

I was getting close to her put she was getting farther.

"No Harry -cough- leave me -cough- alone for -cough- good!"

Chantal started to walk away.

"No Chantal please let me help you, your purple!"

"No Harry -cough- I'm purple because of -cough- you! Leave me -cough- alone!"

Chantal started to run away with difficulty at first but then started to run faster while she was still coughing like crazy.

"I almost killed someone for you Natalie"

I almost killed someone for Natalie!

I can't take it anymore. I want Natalie to be with me forever. It might sound crazy but I'm obsessed with Natalie and I know it.

I started running. I don't where I was going I just wanted to leave this castle, to leave this world.

Before I knew it I was out of the castle on a mountain. I remember this mountain.

It was the same mountain where I first met Sirius.

I've lost two people I loved. Sirius and now Natalie.

I Lost Natalie. Forever.

"WHY NATALIE? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, COME BACK TO ME PLEASE!"

I was screaming to nobody in particular. I was just screaming into the night. Hopefully God will hear me and bring Natalie back to me. Hopefully. I might seem desperate, but I am. You really don't know what I'm feeling right now. I know I'm never going to love a girl as much as I love Natalie.

Who knew love could cause such severe depression?

Okay I'm done! READ AND REVIEW. I've been reading stories which have 15 chapters at least (kind of like mine) and have like 300 reviews already. That means they get at least 20 reviews per chapter. I get from 1-3. How sad.

Anyway next chapter is going to be going on to the real plot. I'm tired of stalling and making chapters for the sub-plot. Next chapter starts the real plot. It might come kind of fast, but this story really needs to end. Don't you agree? Feel free to tell me if you agree when you review.

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