Author's Note: So this is my first attempt at a crossover fic. Bear with me. Also, I do not, nor unfortunately will I ever, own Harry Potter or Doctor Who.

The idea behind this story is that I think Karen Gillan would have made a fantastic Ginny Weasley and she is a brilliant Amy Pond. So then I wondered what would have if these two met.

Time parameters set so that Ginny and Amy are the same age.

Chapter 1

Ginny Weasley sat in her yard at the Burrow in Devon. She looked up at the sky wishing someone would come take her away. Percy, Charlie, and Bill were all about to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow and because of a row with Mum, Ginny was not allowed to go see them off this year. Instead she had to stay with her Aunt Muriel while the rest of the family went to King's Cross.

Ginny was sick of being the youngest and the only girl. Her parents held her to a much more ridiculous standard than her six brothers. Fred and George got into much more trouble than she did and they got to go see their brothers off. They had been whining all week that they couldn't go to Hogwarts even though they'd be 11 before the school year was up. Ginny thought she should get to go too. She was much better at magic than her brothers and she was only seven, which is exactly what she told her mother. Molly didn't take that well at all. She told Ginny she was much too young to go to Hogwarts and that she was better off waiting. Ginny said that anywhere was better than spending another 4 years at their "stupid" home with her "stupid" mother.

Ginny thought back on this and anger stirred again. If only there was somewhere else to go. She couldn't go to Hogwarts but she didn't want to stay around with Fred and George and especially not with Ron.

That was it. She would run away from home. That would teach her mum not to punish her.

Meanwhile, in Leadworth, Amelia Pond was crying in bed, again. The crack in her wall was back. Her Raggedy Doctor had said he would be back in five minutes, but she'd waited all night for him last night. He hadn't come back. She tried to tell her aunt, but her aunt insisted she had dreamed him up.

Her aunt was stupid. The Doctor was real. She knew he was. How else could she explain all the food that was missing from the kitchen?

"Sleep eating," her aunt brushed the question off. But Amelia knew her aunt was wrong. After all, who in their right mind would eat fish fingers and custard?

Amelia was tired of being alone. She wiped her eyes, got up, and went to look for her aunt. But she wasn't anywhere in the house.

"Figures," she thought, "She's never here when I need her."

She wanted a family, a proper family. She assumed she must have a mother and father, but she couldn't remember them. And she had no siblings. It was just her. That's why the Doctor had been so exciting to her; he could take her away from this place. He would have been the older brother she'd always wanted. Amelia finally started to drop off to sleep.

"Tomorrow," she thought, "Tomorrow I'll tell Mels and Rory about the Doctor, and then I'll make Rory promise to be my brother."

"Now, Ginny," Arthur said, "Your Auntie Muriel will be here soon to watch you. I want you to promise to do everything she says."

"Fine," Ginny mumbled. She didn't like her aunt. She just wanted to be by herself.

"I'm sorry," her father hugged her, "Maybe you can come with us to pick them up for Christmas." Ginny nodded. "Now, be a good girl and we'll be back tonight."

"Arthur!" Molly called from the yard, "We need to go or we'll be late!"

"Coming, Molly," and Arthur hurried out the door. Ginny ran to the window and watched as the rest of the family drove away in their blue Ford Anglia. She was alone and now was the time to act.

She ran upstairs to her room. She grabbed her suitcase and packed some muggle clothes, her "Weird Sisters" dolls, the little money she had saved up (muggle and wizard), some Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Botts' Beans, and her collection of Hogwarts seals. She ran down the stairs, out the front door, and through the gate, tripping over a gnome in the process. She picked herself up and dusted her clothes off, and then made her way down the path toward the village.

Once in Ottery St. Catchpole, she went to bus station. She counted up what muggle money she had and saw she had enough to get as far as Leadworth. That worked for her. She didn't care where she went, as long as it wasn't the Burrow.

"I believe you, Amy," Mels said as she pushed her on the swingset at school, "I think your Doctor sounds wonderful. I want to marry him!"

"You haven't even met him, Mels," Rory, the voice of reason stated, "He sounds kind of like a bad guy to me."

"How is he a bad guy, Rory?"

"I mean, he's a grown man, with a time machine, and he shows up in a little girl's yard and demands she cook him food and then says he's going to take her away from home? Don't you think he sounds bad, Amy?"

"Okay, first of all," she turned on Rory, "AMY? Since when do you call me 'Amy'? Only Mels calls me that. And Doctor didn't demand I cook him food, I offered."

"Amy, it's just an easier thing to say than 'Amelia'," Mels supplied, "It's like you two calling me 'Mels' instead of 'Melody'."

"That's not the point, Mels," Rory argued, "The point is we almost lost Amy to a kidnapper!"

Amy started to laugh. "A kidnapper? With a police box?"

"He's exactly the kind of man my parents told me to stay away from!"

"Well I haven't got any of those, have I, Rory?" silence fell between the two.

"Oh look, there's the bus," Mels tried to ease the tension.

"That's not the school bus, Mels,"Rory said. And the three kids went back to playing. Amy and Mels started to push Rory higher and higher in the swing until he started to cry. Finally he fell out of the swing, and landed with a thud on the ground. He started to get up and then froze.

"Oi, stupid, are you okay?" Amy asked. In response, Rory just pointed to the fence.

"What are you pointing at?" Amy looked where he was pointing, but there was nothing there.

"I thought I just saw," he started, "Never mind, it's impossible. I was just dizzy from falling." But he looked back anyway, sure he'd just seen Amy.

Ginny watched the three kids playing. She was shocked. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn that the little redheaded girl by the swings, was her.

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