Harry's NOT MINE, Buffy's NOT MINE. If they were I'd be bloody rich...,which by the way I'm not, so please don't sue 'cuz the only thing I own is my laptop and I'd rather die than give it away.
Summary: BtVS HP
Crossover. When Harry walked away from her at Dumbledore's funeral to protect her from the war, he never thought she'd leave to fight a different but no less dangerous one. All he knew was that Ginny Weasley never came back to the Burrow that day...and he couldn't help but blame himself.
Not the Only OnePrologue'I can't be involved with you anymore.
She didn’t think she’d ever forget those words...or that conversation for that matter.
'I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together.''It's for some stupid, noble reason, isn't it?''It's been like ... like something out of someone else's life, these last few weeks with you,''But I can't ... we can't ... I've got things to do alone now.'
It hurt. Merlin did it hurt. She understood his reasoning though; after all she was doing exactly the same thing right now.
'Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you're my best friend's sister. Think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out. He'll try and get to me through you.''What if I don't care?' 'I care,''How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral ... and it was my fault ...'
Well not quite.
The prat did it because it could happen. There was a chance, a possibility she’d be a target because of her connection to him. She kind of wondered if he realized she was already a target anyway.
'I never really gave up on you,'
I still haven’t. She thought as she looked out of the small window. She had to admit Muggles were very ingenious. These airplane things were kind of nice. And now she was turning into her father...damn she was going to miss her father. And her mum, the overprotective gits, her book-worm of a best friend, she was going to miss them all...even The Prat
....especially The Prat.
'Not really. I always hoped ... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself.''Smart girl, that Hermione,'
Yeah she is. Bet you’re taking her with you when you go do those things you said you have to do alone.'I just wish I'd asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages ... months ... years maybe ...'
Somehow, I don’t think your best mate would have been very happy if you had. Bet you’re taking him with you too, huh?
'But you've been too busy saving the wizarding world,''Well ... I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much.'
The plane, also gave her lots of time to brood it seemed. The Prat would have liked it. She thought her broom was better...you had to concentrate on your flying...no time to deal with painful memories.
Here though she, once again, found herself with no other choice. At least he had a choice. He chose to leave her behind because; she could
get hurt or die if he stayed with her. She’d watched him walk away from her. She’d watched him talk with the minister. She’d watched him with his friends...how come he wasn’t leaving them
She was leaving her family, her friends, her world...and yes, The Prat, behind, because if she stayed, they would
get hurt or die. It wasn’t a chance, or a possibility. It was a fact.'Excuse me. Are you Ginevra Weasley?''...Yes. And you are?''Oh, of course I-I apologise. My name is Rupert Giles.'
Oh, yes. The Prat had had a choice...she hadn’t.