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Category: Alternate Universe Characters:Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Fluff, Humor Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: R Reviews: 570 Summary: This story starts with an alternative ending to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets where Harry helps Ginny recover from her experience, unknowingly initiating a bond that affects the rest of their lives. Rating is for violence in the later chapters. **A French translation called "Si tu peux l'aider" is being written by the author Sined. It's posted on Fanfiction.Net. Hitcount: Story Total: 296440; Chapter Total: 10180 |
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Sorry I took so long to update. I had some computer problems. Harry Potter and all characters, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. If You Can Help Her — Chapter 13 — Happy Birthday, Ginny Starts in between… …The Prisoner of Azkaban and The Goblet of Fire Harry woke up at 5 a.m. on the morning of August 11th with a mission. It was Ginny’s birthday today, and he was going to make sure that it was a happy one! He’d ordered her gift by owl on the 1st, and it had arrived a few days before. He took his shower and dressed in jeans and his “Broomstick” t-shirt Ginny had given him for his birthday. This was his first time wearing it since he was sure his uncle would’ve torn it off of him if he’d seen it. He stuffed Ginny’s present, along with an old t-shirt, into his pockets. Since it’s always easier to get forgiveness than permission, especially with the Dursleys afraid of Sirius, he didn’t tell them anything about his plan. He left a note telling them Sirius had shown up and insisted he left. He quietly snuck down the stairs carrying his broomstick and outside the door. He walked a few blocks away from the house and pointed his wand at the street. The Knight Bus arrived, and after he’d instructed them to take him to the Burrow, he got into one of the beds (it was still too early for them to change to seats) and prepared for the bumpy ride. When the bus arrived at the Burrow and he exited it, he found the place quiet and dark. He thought about waiting by the door for Merlin knows how long for someone to wake up, but instead decided to enjoy himself. He got on his firebolt and began flying around, eventually deciding to fly by Ginny’s window. He found the curtains and window open, and could see Ginny peacefully sleeping in her bed. He thought how peaceful and innocent she looked laying there asleep in her pajamas, and chuckled at the thought of how much it contrasted her personality when she was awake. That small chuckle was enough to make her start to stir. She mumbled, “Mum, just five more minutes,” causing Harry to smile. He decided to wake her up, so he said through her window, “I’m not your mum, but I’d really like it if you woke up.” “Hm, Harry, I’m still sleepy. I’m…HARRY!?” Her eyes opened and darted around her room, finally resting on the figure outside her window. She smiled and started walking toward it. “Happy Birthday Ginny!” Harry said before she could ask what he was doing there. The excitement in her eyes made him excited. He mentally kicked himself for not doing this last year. She just stared at him for about thirty seconds before he suggested, “Would you mind going downstairs and letting me in? I’d come in through your window, but if one of your brothers caught me leaving your bedroom, I’d probably be dead before I had time to explain.” “Of course, Harry!” she said as she grabbed her robe and ran downstairs. She flung the door open and waited for him. He flew past her into the living room before dismounting. When he did, she flung herself into his arms so fast that he fell over, causing a loud bang that woke up most of the house. Mrs. Weasley arrived downstairs so fast Harry wondered if she’d apparated when she said, “Ginny dear, what hap… Harry, what are you doing here?” Harry got himself untangled from under Ginny as he said nervously, “Er, I came to spend Ginny’s birthday her, er, if that’s ok. She hugged me and I, well I tripped.” Ginny nodded at her mother while her cheeks began to match her red hair. Despite her embarrassment, she was still smiling ear to ear. Molly could see how happy Harry had made her daughter, and smiled too. She gave Harry a big hug that Harry suspected cracked a few of his ribs. “That was very thoughtful of you, Harry dear. Of course, you’re always welcome here! I’m so glad your relatives allowed you to come here.” She noticed Harry nervously shifting around at that statement, but decided that ignorance was bliss (since she didn’t think any of her own kids were involved) so she didn’t ask any questions about it. Instead, she started making breakfast. When the various members of the Weasley family woke up, they were surprised, though pleased that Harry had come (except for Percy, who didn’t seem to care about anything besides cauldron bottoms. He came down for breakfast and went straight back to his room with hardly a word to anyone. Harry was going to go upstairs and insist that Percy wish his only sister a happy birthday when Ginny stopped him by saying, “He’s been like that since he started working for the ministry. That git doesn’t care about anything but himself and his precious job. Even if you got him to say, ‘Happy Birthday,’ he wouldn’t mean it anyway, so there’s just no point.” “You made Uncle Vernon wish me a happy birthday,” said Harry. She giggled, “That was just for a laugh.” Then she looked more seriously at Harry. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, Harry. This past year he’s just been getting more and more distant from us. Ever since he got that stupid ‘Head Boy’ badge. Fred and George were right about him becoming ‘Big Head Boy.’ I sometimes think he’s ashamed to be a Weasley. The last time he showed concern for any of us was when he made me take that horrible potion for illness during my first year, when he noticed I was looking pale. Now he just struts about, talking about his wonderful boss, Mr. Crouch, who, according to dad, everyone at the ministry besides Percy hates. I think Percy wants to leave the family.” Harry sighed. “I wish I knew how to help Percy. He has what I’ve always wanted, a family that loves him, and he seems to wish he didn’t. Maybe tonight he can go back to the Dursleys instead of me. They’ll be glad to leave him alone!” At this, Ginny chuckled. Harry continued, “Well, let’s not let him ruin your birthday!” and kissed her. He spent an exhausting day of playing Quidditch (insisting that the birthday girl use his firebolt while he used an old broom), swimming in the pond (wearing a pair of Ron’s trunks), and eating more than he usually got in a week at the Dursleys. A few minutes before he left, he got Ginny alone so he could give her his gift. He told her he’d considered getting her an ‘I kissed Harry Potter’ t-shirt, earning a light punch on the arm from Ginny, who claimed they actually existed. After he assured her that she was the only one he’d ever kissed and anyone else who wore that shirt was a liar, he produced a small, badly-wrapped package out of his pocket. She took it and opened it nervously, hoping he wasn’t giving her the key to his Gringotts vault. It was a box containing a gold brooch in the shape of a rose. A note inside the box said, “This pin has been charmed so that the wearer is protected from all magical mental assaults such as love-potions, the Imperious curse, and possession.” When Ginny read that, her eyes started filled up with unshed tears. Harry said, “I hope you don’t mind. I, er, just wanted to make sure that you were safe, er, that no one could ever use you again.” She gave him a slight smile. “I understand, and I’m really touched, honest. I know how much this must have cost. I actually thought of getting this charm for you when I bought that pin for Valentine’s day. I just didn’t have the money…” Harry hugged her and said, “Ginny, I love you! That pin means a lot to me, and you mean a lot more! I’ve got to do everything I can to protect you, because I don’t know what I’d do without you!” She put her head down and whispered, “Thanks. I love you, too,” as she pinned it on her shirt. “I’ll make sure to wear it all the time.” Then she looked seriously at him and said, “Harry, I think you should buy yourself one of these, too. Maybe a small necklace you can hide, though. For one thing, you’re famous, so a lot of witches might want to slip you a love potion. For another thing, you end up facing dark wizards a lot. They might try to control you. I think it would be a good idea for you to have extra protection.” Harry rubbed his chin. “Hm. You may be right. I think we should also suggest Hermione get herself one. Maybe we can talk her into buying Ron one too.” “I don’t think she’ll do that yet. At least not until they admit how they feel about each other.” Ginny then smiled her mischievous smile. “Maybe we can work on that next term.” She then turned her attention back to her gift. “What all does it protect me from? Harry said, “When I saw the complete list of what it protects from, I er, asked Hermione what they were.” He pulled two small rolls of parchment out of his pocket and handed them to her. “One is the full list, and the other is another poem.” She chuckled. “Another poem? Can’t wait to read it!” It happened to be the first scroll she opened. Her eyes are as brown as the bark of a tree. Her hair is as red as fresh-picked cherry Today’s her birthday, I just want to say I’m so glad she spent it with me! They both laughed at that. Ginny then kissed Harry and said, “I’m so glad you spent the day with me! It means a lot.” “I guess I’ve got to go back to the Dursleys. I love you!” “I love you too, and I think you can wait a few minutes,” Ginny said as she proceeded to snog him senseless. - When he arrived at the Dursleys, he put on his other t-shirt he’d brought so they wouldn’t see his broomstick t-shirt. He walked into his house and didn’t get two steps into the door before he heard Vernon shout, “Boy! If you think that you can come and go as you please just because you’re lunatic godfather does, you’ve got another thing coming!” “As I please?” shouted Harry, now forming a plan to make his uncle happy, “Sirius shows up at five in the morning and makes me work all day taking inventory of his stolen cursed objects so he can sell them, then making me exercise for hours without a break so that when I’m old enough I can join him if I want! Then he started teaching me ways to kill people without magic, making me memorize the differences between killing by strangulation verses a broken neck! He had me using dummies this time, but he said he might get live people next time. He asked me specifically to let him know if you gave me a hard time about spending the day with him.” Vernon Dursley’s face went more purple than ever before at the idea of Harry being taught ways to murder. “N, no problem, Harry. J, Just would have wanted warnin, I mean, to know ahead of time. That’s all.” “Ok. Goodnight Uncle Vernon.” Harry walked back to his room, stopping himself from smiling until he closed the door. - I know I promised Harry getting picked up by the Weasleys next, but then I realized Ginny’s birthday came before then. If Harry ignored it again, he wouldn’t have lived to see the world cup, and Voldemort would have had to use a different wizard’s blood to rise again. - Please review! |
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