A/N: Shortest chapter yet…
Chapter Two
While Pansy paced her room, which was about a half-acre of space, Harry paced his much smaller room, also contemplating his fate.
Although he was not required to get married any time soon, he had his own problems to deal with. Two years ago, he had lost the only parent he had left—Sirius Black, his godfather. After Sirius' death, Harry hid himself away from the world, shutting and bolting the door behind him. He was like a living corpse. He scarcely ate, slept little, and never talked. He had even given up Quidditch. It was as if Sirius had taken Harry with him when he left the living world.
Hermione and Ron had tried to get through to him, using various methods, including coaxing, bribery, screaming at him, and many more, until they finally gave up, only paying him mind when they forced him to eat.
That year had been the hardest of all on Harry's emotional state. Inside, he was breaking apart, and his heart felt like it was torn in two and then the pieces were violently thrown around, then returned to him. He had cared for Sirius greatly. He had been a father to Harry. A real father. He stepped in and helped him when he needed help, assisted him in handling the Dursleys, and risked his life many times, just to see his godson.
But it all changed when Pansy Parkinson came upon him in the Astrology Tower. Unlike the majority of the student population, Harry was not there to steal a private moment alone with his girlfriend. Instead, he had been there, wondering if he should just jump and be done with it. Logically, it wouldn't have worked anyway, because Hogwarts' walls and towers were apparently anti-suicide. On the contrary, Harry was far from thinking logically. His mind had been fogged with depression and loss. And the decision that he made that night was to jump. At that time, he couldn't think of any reason to keep living. But just as he was about to step up onto the ledge, he heard a voice calling him.
It said just one word, "Stop."
It was a simple enough word, yet, it was able to free Harry from his stupor. It wiped away the fog that clouded his mind and for the first time in months, Harry could think clearly. It was that night, that chilly May evening, that Harry fell in love with a Slytherin. He fell in love with pug-faced Pansy, who wasn't so pug-faced anymore.