Ok, loyal fans, and new fans, don't kill me, I promise to post more on 'Pain, Prophecies and Power', and hopefully, when my muse decides to stop ignoring it, 'Who Wants to Live Forever?' However, I was sitting perfectly innocently, reading a few fics, when this song came on, and I jsut had to write this. Don't feel sorry for yourselves too much, I was distracted from my English essay to write this! Anyway, as you can see, I have a new arrangement when posting songfics, as I decided they take up too much room! Well, they might do one day.
The arrangement goes thus: Each 'chapter' is not related, unless I specifically state so here. And I don't. They are not in any order, except in which they were written. These, so far, will all be Harry/Ginny, so shippers, have fun! I just love toying with everyone's love lives, must make me a pretty sad individual...
Ahem, anyway, onto the fic. This is very mild, slightly fluffy, slightly angsty, fun, to a catchy tune! 'For You' is a great song by The Calling, and was used in the film 'Daredevil'. I own nothing, so thankyou JKR and The Calling for lending me your stuff, even though they probably don't know! Anyway, read on...

Title: For You

Author: FireOpal

Summary: She watches over him, as he cries. She wants to hold him close, and wish his pain away, but can't. Will she summon up the courage before it's too late?

Pairing: HPGW

SONGFIC – 'For You' by The Calling.

Fluff/Angst!

11/05/2005 – Amendments made to lyrics when I discovered you weren't allowed to post lyrics in stories! Oops. Full original available via my profile page. Apologies guys.


Harry sat in the darkened back corner of the Gryffindor Common room, late at night. His knees were drawn up to his chest, his darkly shaded face a picture of deep misery. The single shaft of moonlight shining through the thin window cast deeper shadows, and made his skin look ghostly where touched, and his eyes shine with tears. The soft leather armchair he was curled up on stood facing the window, away from the empty common room, the fire in the hearth long since gone out, and so the only light was a solitary beam of silvery moonlight. It had been three months – three long months, and still he sat here each night, bearing his heart to the velvet night, embracing the peace it brought.

(Verse 1)

In a corner of the supposedly empty common room, a girl too stood her silent vigil, but whereas the vigil of Harry Potter was of one of misery, sorrow for his godfather, fear of Voldemort, hatred of his life; the girls' was of sympathy, sorrow to see the boy in this state, but unwilling to step in, afraid of the consequences.

Carefully positioned so that none of her body was able to be seen in the gloom, she brushed back her soft red hair, and perched herself on the steps from the dormitories. So much for Gryffindor courage - she couldn't even go over to him, her brothers' best friend and tell him. Tell him that she wanted to hold him close, to help him, to soothe his fears away. But she would stay, and be here for him, even if he could never know.

(Chorus)

He didn't move, there was no sign that he was there, let alone alive, save for the gentle rising of his chest when he breathed, and when his hand would dart into the moonlight to wipe the tears off of his face. He knew he would have to go to bed soon, that Ron would be lying awake in the dormitories, waiting for him to come to bed, but never saying a word. And there was something else... A presence almost. Brushing it away as wishful thinking, he turned his mind away from laments with difficulty, and turned his attention onto another thing he had to ponder. A certain pretty red haired girl, and his feelings...

(Verse 2)

She moved a little, testing her weight carefully, before changing position to be more comfortable. Inside her thoughts and feelings were a turmoil, guilt at not being able to help him, fear at his reaction, sadness that he felt like this and that he would never see her, the deep pain she saw every time she looked into his emerald eyes. The same expression she knew she wore repeated on the faces of her friends, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna – fear, pain, determination, comradeship, and a sense of being older than ever before.

Only a few weeks ago, there had been the reading of Sirius' will, Harry had been pale and silent throughout, barely listening, Remus had been pale and tired, ill as the moon approached, Ron and Hermione passing each other worried glances. And only 3 months ago, she had been there, at the Department of Mysteries, watching through dazed eyes as Sirius fell through the veil, Harry struggling against Remus' grip, Bellatrix with a smirk as she cast her cousin to his death. Suddenly, she felt the tears too, pushing them back as she watched, silent.

(Chorus)

Harry considered the red head that seemed more dear to him than anyone else, even Ron and Hermione, who seemed to tell him with her eyes, soft, gentle, brown eyes, that she knew. She truly knew, but if she didn't it didn't matter, and she was still there. Was there for him, almost. But she couldn't be – he wouldn't let any of them get caught up with this. They knew the prophecy, but he doubted if they truly understood. Victim or murderer. Kill or be killed. But she understood, or he thought she did, and she understood that he was pushing them away, not just through his grief, but his love for them. Love that could be their downfall. It was just too confusing. He remembered the day he had told him, and after their initial reactions of shock and fear, they had pulled together...

"It'll be all right, mate. I mean, you've got him before, what's one more time? And we'll be there, right at the end, whether you win or not." Ron said, pale, but eyes shining determinedly. Hermione looked just as pale, in fact they all did, even Luna, who looked less dreamy than usual.

"Yes, Ron's right. We'll be there for you. And we'll help." Hermione added, giving him a brief hug. His eyes then strayed to the youngest Weasley, who returned his gaze with fear, sympathy, sadness, and love, making him feel stronger, repairing his broken heart, just a little.

Then his gaze moved from the silent girl, whose eyes had spoken more to him than all their pledges. He glanced over Neville, who looked sick, but must have been starting to take after his parents even more, judging the almost formidable look in his eye. Luna fixed him with a look, strange and mysterious, and for a second, he had wondered whether she had known all along, some how...

(Verse)

Suddenly, Ginny felt her heart strengthen, as if someone had breathed the golden strength of a lion into it, vibrating through her veins and into her, threading through her, dancing in her eyes. She knew, as she moved gracefully from her hiding place, that this was what she had been waiting for, watching for all this time. Her eyes betrayed emotion, and the flame of strong belief. She would be there for him, whatever happened, and whatever he felt. Moving to stand beside the silent boy, no man, she stayed silent, until he looked up and spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the hastily wiped-away tears.

"Gin? What are you doing up? Shouldn't you be in bed?" The look from his jade eyes almost made her melt, and his voice cast a shiver down her spine, but she stayed strong.

"I'm up because you are. You might not have noticed, but I've been here every night, watching you, wanting to help, but something held me back. Not any more. No matter what you say, or think, or do, I will be here, by your side, helping you, and fighting with you. I-I love you, Harry." She laughed slightly nervously, looking away from the object of her affections and sorrow.

"Gin," said Harry softly, struggling with his emotions and thoughts as they ran wild rings around him. Then, tentatively, he touched her shoulder as he stood, straightening. "I-I think, I think I love you too. You were the one I always did, and still do, think of as my shining star, you're happy, free, caring, funny, compassionate. Part of me is telling me to wrap my arms around you and hold you close, and another part of me, the part that Sir- he, that makes me feel guilty, tells me I should let you go, so you won't get hurt, so I can shelter you from all this, all the war, the pain, the hurt." Ginny didn't turn, and could feel his gaze on her neck, as she felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder.

"I said I'd be there for you, whether you like it or not, whether you love me or not." Ginny could feel the tears again, but still held them back as they attempted to choke her voice.

"In that case," said Harry, half-choking on his words, a feeble grin spreading across his face. "I might as well do this, seeing as you're all gonna follow me anyway, fools the lot of you." And with that, just as she turned to look back at him, he kissed her cheek gently. She wrapped her thin arms around his chest, burying her face into the soft material, then looking up into the slightly sparkling, still haunted green eyes that surrounded her vision.

"You make me feel like I can be the man to save the day." He choked, as Ginny held him closer, holding him as the tears fell.

"I'm here for you, Harry. I always will be." She vowed, holding him in her arms, stroking his hair.

(Chorus)