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Summary: I didn't need everying, I only needed one thing, but the one thing I needed didn't understand.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Fred/George WeasleybuffyandspikeFR1597,970068,93619 Apr 0923 Aug 09Yes

I Would Give You The Moon

I Would Give You The Moon

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I also do own the song which is My Romance by Carly Simon.

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‘My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky

My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by

No month of May, No twinkling stars

No hide away, no soft guitars

My Romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain

Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain

Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true

My romance doesn't need a thing but you…’

I sighed looking around the room that I had called mine for the last seven months. Ever since I had been dropped from the pesky portal right into the lap of Bill Weasly. He had immediately brought me home to his mother, who had fussed over me. No one had any idea how in the world to get me home. I of course knew how I had gotten here. Some stupid demon had opened it then when I was distracted he had thrown me in. For the first few months they had tried all the contacts they could, but in the end it was all for not.

And in the last seven months I had felt more at home here that I had in the last twenty years of my life. Here in this beat up old house.

A house held together by magic, and family.

The house was magic to me, I held so many memories. I wished I could have memories like that house had. Just thinking about all the memories it had made me smile, and my chest hurt. I knew that I was conflicted, but I just couldn’t make up my mind. I had to leave for a while, as much as I wanted to stay, I knew I couldn’t.

I was headed…somewhere.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten that far yet. All I knew was that I needed to get away.

I knew that I needed some room to breath. Room the think.

I knew I needed to pack, I needed to leave.

Sighing, I walked around the room. It had been Ginny’s before she had moved in with Harry.

It was their oldest son’s birthday. That was the only reason I had this time to escape. No one was home, they were all that the party. I sent a gift by owl, because I felt so bad about missing the party.

I looked out at the moon outside the window as I loaded clothing into my bag.

“It’s beautiful…” I trailed off lightly.

“I thought you might like it,” George said.

I looked back over at him, his profile looked magnificent against the bright moon, and for a moment I could almost forget all that had happened to him. To everyone around me.

But for right now it was just him and I. And I could forget for a moment that he had lost something - someone- just like me. Perhaps even greater than my loses. Sure I had lost my mother, but he had lost his other half.

“It’s like some things missing sometimes,” he said softly.

I sat up slowly, turning to look at him.

He didn’t really ever talk about what had happened very much. Not that I had pressured him to ever; he just didn’t like to talk about it. So I didn’t push.

“It’s like I tell a joke and expect to hear his laugh, but it never comes. Or I think of something funny so I turn to him, but he’s not there. Does that make sense?” he asked.

I watched his lashes as they closed slowly and then opened again. The moon light glinted off his red hair, that had grown too long. His mother was always getting after him to cut it. And I didn’t know what to say.

“I can’t say that I understand and you know that, but I think it makes sense,” I whisper.

He turns to me suddenly, and grabs me.

I’m surprised by this move, but even more so when I see the tears on this cheeks. He clutches me to him, as if I’m the only thing keeping him afloat in the world.

“Thank you.”

We sit in silence for a long time after that, until suddenly he speaks.

“If I could I would give you the moon.”

But I didn’t need the moon. No that’s not what I needed.

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