Buffy, Static Shock, Spiderman, Smallville, I Dream of Genie, X-Men, Charmed, What I Like About You, Jackie Chan Adventures, and Gilmore Girls, are all used along with Harry Potter, and many others and I own none of any part of any of them, but I wanted to see them together so I'm not making any money.
1. Ginny Weasley loves Harry Potter, but does he love her, yes enough to lead danger away, but what if on the way he finds he's not as alone as he thought a story about happy things, wrapped in a riddle.
Buffy, Static Shock, Spiderman, Smallville, I Dream of Genie, X-Men, Charmed, What I Like About You, Jackie Chan Adventures, and Gilmore Girls
Love, Hope, Harry is hurt, Fame, Family
Finding Home
Ginny woke up with a start. She was crying. Alyson was already awake, "What's wrong?" she asked coming over, the other girls in the dormitory were still asleep, but she looked worried.
"Just a bad dream," Ginny said quickly, trying to hide her trepidation, the third task was today.
Alyson resisted rolling her eyes, poorly. "Don't worry, he'll be fine, heck he could even win," she said patting Ginny's arm. Her dread was suddenly replaced by anger, how could I be that obvious, stupid, stupid, stupid. She silently berated herself. For almost four years she had been trying to hide her feelings for Harry Potter, and still show him she cared, she knew she had gotten better at it, but if Alyson could see through her so easily, how could she hide it from him. Oh, well she'd have to talk to Hermione about it later.
"I'm gonna, go get a drink of water," Ginny said standing up. As she descended the staircase leading from her dormitory to the common room she realized that it wasn't her intention to go to get a drink at all. She still felt cold remembering her nightmare, even as she sat in her favorite, big squashy armchair, and stared at the fire, as it merrily crackled in its large hearth. It had been a terrifying nightmare, true, but there had been more, it had almost seemed real, like it might be real, in the dream she had been watching the Third task only she had been hovering behind Harry, she had followed him and seen him face, and beat a lot of the traps, and monsters, she even saw it and followed when he had helped Cedric by stunning Krum. She'd just floated behind him. She'd been so happy and proud when both Harry and Cedric had taken the Cup, but it was a portkey, she tried to help Harry when Cedric was killed but she couldn't do anything, just watch as that man tied him to a tombstone, she had cried out loud as he - who - must - not - be - named rose from the cauldron. She couldn't even close her eyes as he aimed a killing curse at Harry, she saw the struggle of wills that they had as the beam of light connected them, and then saw as a shadow of Harry came out, she couldn't hear what he said, though then she saw herself come out, but she had green eyes, eyes like Harry's.
That had been when she had woken up. She suddenly stiffened her resolve and immediately marched towards the portrait hole. "Who's that?" the Fat Lady cried at such sudden handling.
"Sorry," Ginny said, wincing at the squeak in her voice, "I just wanted to ask you a question," she said.
"Well?"
"Have you ever had any students who looked like me?" Ginny asked in a rush, "In Gryffindor, I mean."
"Well. . ." said the Fat Lady thinking, "It does seem to me that I had one student who looked, much like you Ginny, but, no you couldn't possibly mean her."
"Oh," said Ginny starting to feel relief spread through her.
"Yes, if I remember correctly Lily had green eyes," she said, "rather like Harry's," she continued thoughtfully, Ginny froze, feeling her dread return full force as she said the password and stumbled into the portrait hole she sat back down in the chair by the fire, and by that time she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, Harry was brave but could he face He - who - must - not - be - named and all those death eaters. She had a terrible thought.
She had to stop herself from running as she crept up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, she slowly opened the door to the fourth year's dorm, and she crept into the room, setting her Somnis Charm as she entered, with the charm from her bracelet. She was old hat at this, a couple close calls and you learn the charms quickly, it brought back painful memories, but she'd use it for this. Actually in retrospect she berated herself about it constantly, she looked back and thought to all the times You - Know - Who had made her go to the library , made her research ways to invest artifacts, and make them respond only to her.
She crept over to the bed that she knew would contain a sleeping Harry Potter. She opened his curtain slowly making sure he was really sleeping she put her hand on his shoulder and shook him. She looked down at him, he had his glasses on, and she took them off, butting them on his night table. "There," she said as she looked back down at him, he was so nice, and he didn't even know it. She bit her lip and reached down to brush his hair off his forehead, his scar. She had to hold back tears when she thought of all he had been through, and to have still turned out so kind, and nice, and good, and great, and Harry Potter. She knew her feelings for him had caused him no end of embarrassment, but he had still always been so nice. But she had to work so hard not to show her feelings. A tear did escape when she thought about him not even knowing how much she loved him. It rolled off her nose and onto his cheek; she brushed it off and pushed back his bangs, kissing him on his forehead, right on his scar.
He started to move, rolling back and forth, first slowly then faster, and then he cried out, "No, Y-you C-can't!" Almost as though he had heard her thoughts, he was wracked with sobs in his dream as he kept repeating, "No, you can't!" over and over as tears escaped his eyes, and Ginny started crying too. She couldn't watch him like that. Then she remembered her other charms, she searched until she found the right one, a star with a bolt of lightning crossing it.
This was the only charm she loved, she had known during her second year that Harry had been having nightmares, she had spent weeks in the library finding it, then she had invested this charm with the power, not because she was being controlled, but because she loved him. She had made a Somnis Pace Charm she smiled as she unclasped it and took it out of its' casing, then she pressed it to his forehead and murmured, "Somnis Pace," then she reattached her charm.
"No, you can't," he said sighing in his sleep.
She leaned all the way over him and hugged him as tightly as she could, and whispered fiercely in his ear, "I can to love you Harry Potter, I can, and I do, and, I always will, and you can't stop me. I'll Always Love You!" and then Ginny Weasley kissed Harry Potter on that same cheek almost desperately, and pulled back, she pulled his covers up to his chin against the cool, drew his curtains quickly, and walked away.
"Miss Weazy why is you being sneaking in Great Harry Potter sirs' dormitory's' Miss Wheezy?" Ginny froze halfway to the door looking back she saw a house-elf with a long nose, large green eyes, and the oddest collection of clothes she had ever seen, including Ron's latest Weasley sweater. This had to be Dobby. She had heard how they hadn't found a solution to the second task and how Dobby had found Harry and given him the Gillyweed. She could still hear what Harry had said.
"Yeah, but before we meet Snuffles let's go get Dobby about a million pairs of socks, I would've died if he hadn't come through with that gillyweed."
She'd almost broken into tears at that, but only Hermione had noticed, and she had already known that Ginny still liked Harry, if she didn't know the extent.
He had said it so casually, but it had almost broken her heart.
"I was just coming to wish Harry good luck, Dobby, why were you here though?" Ginny said, quickly trying to change the subject.
"Dobby is being here, because there is being a task tomorrow, and Harry Potter sir is being a champion, Harry Potter sir is a great wizard, but also Harry Potter sir is humble, and is not being thinking as he is being a great and powerful wizard, he is likely to be thinking worries, and nervousnesses, so Dobby is thinking that if Harry Potter sir is being needing of water, after being of having a night – time mare then Dobby is being making sure Harry Potter sir is having cold water. Now what is Miss Weazy really doing to Great Harry Potter sir?"
"I - I thought he might be, I was gonna, I wanted to, I had a bad dream and in my bad dream, he was hurt, and , you - know - who was after him, and I thought he might be, dea - gone," she said finishing, with a sob, she was crying freely now. "Y - You won't tell him how I, feel, will you?" she asked still crying.
"There - there you is not having to worry, you is not going to be angry at Harry Potter sir for not having been knowing?" Dobby asked as she started to calm down.
"I couldn't ever hurt Harry, even if I didn't, well he saved me from the Chamber of Secrets," she finished lamely as she dried her eyes glancing painfully at her charm bracelet. She thought shamefully of how helpless she had been, and - and how helpless she was to save the person she loved most, and how useless her stupid bracelet would be to help him. Then she saw an odd reflection off of one of her charms, a sunburst with a glass area for pictures, her eyes went wide as she remembered her other charms. "Dobby, thank - you for not telling him, I'll go soon, I just want to look at him again," she said as Dobby looked at her appraisingly.
"Dobby will be going back to the kitchens, being expected for breakfast soon," Dobby said leaving with a bow.
Ginny walked to Harry's trunk, kneeling she opened it and started systematically searching, it had to be there, she'd seen him showing Ron the knife that "Snuffles," had gotten him, she even checked under his socks, and underwear, she blushed as she moved his underwear, but hurried, she placed everything to either side. She finally found it on top of a blue pillowcase. She took it out and put it aside looking reverently at the pillowcase which contained the remains of Harry's Nimbus 2000, her heart ached for him, that he still held onto them, she reached in and pulled out a piece of the handle, she held it, thinking of it's smooth cool surface. She replaced the pillowcase and, retrieving the knife, pocketed the piece of the broom, stood and walked back over to Harry's bed. She pulled back the curtain and sat on his bed, pulling out her handkerchief she grasped a lock of his hair, leaned in with the knife, and cut it off. "Ow," he said in his sleep, scrunching up his face and rolling towards her, he put his arm over her lap. Ginny bit her lip as she felt a warm feeling spread from where his arm was on her legs. She sighed as she looked down at him. She paused for just a moment, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him, before reluctantly rolling him back over; she then knelt by the bed and pulled his other arm from beneath the coverings.
She used both hands to roll up the sleeve of his pajama top, and pulled the top from the minute bottle which could make him safe, could make him closer to her. He shivered from the chill as she raised the tiny silver stopper ready to cut his arm with the sharp edge. He shivered again as she pressed the miniature blade to his arm. "Ah! No, don't I, Sirius? No don't it'll hurt," he cried, still sleeping.
She cringed and replaced the filigree stopper, and reattached the charm. Thinking about what she'd almost just done. She shook as she rolled the sleeve of his pajama top back down, and then straightened the covers over both his arms. She went and put everything back in his trunk, except the piece of his old broom handle. Before she left she went back in his trunk and took out a pair of socks, walked back to Harry and hugged him once more as tightly as she could. "Don't you dare get hurt Harry Potter, because I would never forgive you!" she said fiercely. "Don't you dare," she said through the now closed curtains from the doorway of his dormitory, before reattaching her charm and exiting the dorm. As she was turning to go back to bed she caught sight of the backs of two red heads, and heard them whispering.
"So we're going to enchant his socks to turn him different colors all day?"
"Yes, Fred, because that will distract Bagman while we switch his wand."
She groaned in exasperation as she sat cross legged n the middle of the hallway. "No," she said looking over at them, and making herself heard, "You're not gonna play a prank on Harry," she finished glaring at them fiercely and fingering her wand threateningly.
Fred and George backed away quickly, "Dear Sister, our harmless fun won't hurt the, object of your affections in the least," Fred said starting back towards the door, however turning away when he saw the look on her face.
Ginny struggled mightily to control her temper, and Fred and George backed away further as her glare grew much colder in felling. While George being ever observant, and besides having already confronted Ginny over her continued feelings for their esteemed brother's best friend and become one of Ginny's sole confidants on the subject of Mr. Potter, asked the one question that would prove to distract her from her ever prevalent temper, "Just what are you doing here n the Boy's Dormitory, little sister?"
"I had a bad dream," she said suddenly looking to her brothers to be more haunted than angry, as a tear wound its way down her cheek.
Suddenly faced with the specter of brotherly duty they straightened fully and each grabbing an elbow of the small girl, and groaning inwardly at the lost opportunity carried her down to the common room, and sat her on an armchair across from the sofa which they themselves then claimed.
"I dreamed that, that," she said breaking off because of the growing lump in her throat.
"Speak up girl," Fred urged. Ginny glanced at them doubtfully.
"We solemnly swear, it won't come up outside of the three of us," they both intoned seriously, looking her in the eyes and looking worried.
"I dreamt that Harry and Cedric got to the cup at the same time, but Harry was hurt, and they agreed to grab the cup at the same time," she said wistfully.
"That does seem like him, doesn't it?" said Fred doubtfully.
"Yeah," Ginny said sighing dreamily.
"Uh Gin," Fred started.
"Back to the dream," George finished.
Her dreamy _expression of adulation quickly faded. "They both grabbed it but the Cup was a Portkey, and, and," she swallowed, "it took them to a graveyard, and he saw a man who looked like Scabbers."
"Wait, so he looked like a rat?" George asked doubtfully.
"No, he looked like Scabbers, he was even missing his finger, the same one," she said impatiently.
"Uh Gin," Fred cut in slowly, "Scabbers was a rat sis."
"No, he definitely looked like Scabbers, he had that same droopy look, well he killed Cedric, by saying, 'Avada Kedavra,' and he-" she paused seeing the stunned expressions on her brothers faces.
"Uh Gin," Fred started, pausing at Georges upraised finger.
"Ginny, did you cover the unforgivable curses with Moody this year?" George asked calmly.
"No," she replied quietly at his tone.
"Did you research them on your own, maybe in regard to a certain Gryffindor Seeker," he asked grasping at straws rather desperately.
AN: Okay I'm trying for the complete list here, but no guarantees:
Harry Potter
Buffy
Static Shock
Spiderman
Smallville
I Dream of Genie
X-Men
Charmed
What I Like About You
Jackie Chan Adventures
Gilmore Girls
Naruto
Case Closed
Eragon/ The Heritage Cycle
Seven Days
Mahou Sensei Negima Magister Magi
Lupin the Third
Mahoromatic
Fairy Tale. Not saying these are all of them, They Probably are though. Chapter Two Coming up.
