Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own any of these wonderful characters that I love so much.

A/N: Please, if you're going to read, then review. I love to receive criticism so that I can improve. I also love to receive reassurance if I'm doing something right. This is my first HP FanFic. this is my first FanFic that's completed really. I'm just a little worried about it. That I made things too dark or made the characters unlike themselves. I hope you like it, and if so let me know, since I'm very insecure about all of this this.

Stirrings of the Night
By SadDiamonds

Chapter One:

"Damn"

Harry looked out at the family before him, all resting peacefully, fast asleep and all he could do was curse himself. Right before him, there laid a family that had taken him in as one of their own. They had done all they could to make him happy, or at least not miserable. Taking him in for the last three weeks of vacation, inviting him along on a family camping trip, letting him partake in activities as if he were not the only scruffy black haired boy surrounded by blazing redheads, and Harry could not get himself to fall sleep.

After all they had done, and he couldn't get himself out of where he was, stuck in this pit of guilt and blackness. He felt as though he didn't know anything anymore. Who he was, what he was doing, where he was going, or where he belonged? And to top it off, he had dragged this wonderful family down with him. They cared so much for him and that had caused them pain, and Harry could only curse himself.

If only he might not dream of empty faces and piercing screams, then maybe he could get some sleep. Then maybe things would get better. Maybe all of his troubles would just float away and he could be normal for once. He could embrace this family as they had to him. He could allow himself to let people in. Then he might not be lost, then he might not be stuck, and maybe he could feel something other than pain and guilt. Maybe Harry would finally be able to just let it go. If only he could fall asleep.

But Harry knew better. He knew the thought having another nightmare, of hearing his mother's pleading scream, of seeing Cedric's blank dead face. That alone would keep him awake all night. He pushed the thought away, trying to think of less darker things, about what had happened in the past five years, what he had done. But his thoughts always came back to how the Weasleys had let him into their family and he couldn't get himself to fall asleep for them. All he could do was curse himself.

Harry laid back down as he looked one last time at the loving family surrounding him. He breathed a heavy sigh and stared up at the brilliant display of stars before him. He tried closing his eyes one last time but felt that not even a twinge of fatigue stirred in there.

As the night went by he listened distinctively to the sounds lingering in the air. It took awhile for Mr. Weasley's snoring to calm down, which Harry assumed was provoked by a nudge from Mrs. Weasley. Crickets never stopped their rhythmic chirping and the wind often rustled softly through the leaves.

Harry was used to the natural sounds of the nights, but a strange sound now filled the air: a moan, or maybe a partial cry.

Harry rolled over to his right side where the sound grew only to find Ginny Weasley. She had begun to shake her head and was giving off soft cries. A look of fear crossed her face but she was still lost in her slumber.

"no, no, No! I won't! Get Away! I won't do it! Let Go of me!"

Harry reached out a hand to where hers were tightly clasped to one another and she began to shake more nervously.

"Ginny?"

Harry's voice was soft and comforting and held a soothing tone. When Ginny felt his hand on hers she immediately clasped his, holding on tightly.

"STOP! No! I won't, I won't."

Ginny was now shaking violently and her cries grew as hot steaming tears began to fall from her still sleeping eyes.

Harry had never seen anyone cry in her sleep before. He didn't know it was possible and it only increased his need to comfort the girl. He watched her and suddenly felt such strong sympathy and caring for her. She had been forced to endure such hardships. At such a young age she was thrown into the hands of the most powerful dark wizard of all time. If there was anyone who didn't deserve this it was Ginny Weasley. She was innocent and young and caring. Harry couldn't help but feel for her. He wanted to make all her pain go away, he wanted to relieve her of this constant haunting. As Ginny's nightmare obviously grew worse he could not bring himself to just lie there.

Harry leaned in closer so that she could hear him better.

"Ginny, it's all right. It's all right."

At the sound of his voice Ginny lunged herself into Harry, holding onto to him for her dear life. Instinctively, Harry put his arms around her and just held her. She buried her face in his chest and her tears stained his heart. Slowly, Ginny's cries decreased as she slipped into relaxing in Harry's arms. She was silent and at peace, still fast asleep. The nightmare had ended. And Harry was still holding her.

With Ginny in his arms, Harry felt at little uncomfortable. He had never had anyone cling to him, let alone his best friend's little sister. But as Ginny started to calm down and drift back into a peaceful dream, Harry relaxed as well. He felt that even though it was a little awkward, he had just done something right. He was protecting someone, making them at peace. He could finally give Ginny what her family had given him. Harry gave up on thinking, and was focused on feeling for the rest of the night.

Before he could even realize, the sounds decreased in volume and the lights died down.

He closed his eyes, and slept.