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Summary- Ginny never recovered from the hell of her first year. A year spent being controlled and used physically and mentally by an insane asshole. She now faces her fifth year with little or no support from her friends and family. Can she handle what's to come and manage to keep her sanity?

Chapter One-Returning to hell

She sat down in the last compartment, alone as always. It was the same every year. She'd sit with her brother and his friends for at least half an hour, then leave. They never really noticed, either that or they plain just didn't care. She accepted it, there was no point in avoiding it. They were all scared of her in their own way. No one ever looked at her the same anymore. They all acted like she was a child. She never knew what was going on in the outside world. She wasn't even allowed reading the Prophet.

She figured they were all just being cautious around her, not wanting her to drop into another mood. After her first year at Hogwarts she would always get in these moods. It happened so quickly sometimes and the smallest mention of anything, It didn't even matter what it was. She would freeze up and block out her surroundings.

There were many times that she would tense up and no one would be able to get her to talk. Other times she would explode with fits of anger that no one could control. More times than anyone really cared to notice she would become very quiet and leave the room and spend hours by herself crying.

She would also have horrific nightmares, which left her waking up screaming. She had been to all kinds of mediwizards that specialized in post traumatic stress syndrome. Nothing would help, the reaccuring nightmares and mood swings.

No one knew what to do anymore. They had given up trying to help after her fourth year. She shut down for weeks after the events at the department of mysteries.

No one ever knew that she took the death of Sirius Black a lot worse than any of the others. He was her best friend. He was the one who had held and let her cry for hours, never asking questions, never attempting to help her. He had only been around for a year and a half by then. Yet she was the first one he had ever talked to after breaking out of Askaban. He had found her crying at the muggle playground near the burrow. She knew he wasn't a dog when he first came over to her. She didn't know how she could tell, she just knew something was different about him.

She broke down crying holding on to him. She didn't want to think about why. She just liked the welcomed presence he gave. She never knew who he was until her second year at Hogwarts. She did believe that he could have possibly been guilty of the charges against him. When she got in one of her moods, she went to him in the forest or in the shrieking shack. They never talked, he would just sit there with her always a very welcomed presence. In the months before he was thrown beyond the veil. He had become her best friend it never went further than that. After all those years in Askaban, In his heart he was still and 18 year old teenager, but he had never forgotten how to be a true friend.

She some how managed not to break down this time after thinking of him. She had other things to think about right now like putting on her imaginary mask and attending the prefects meeting in the head compartment. She never did understand why they made her a prefect. Every one knew how mentally unstable she really was. They probably dismissed it as the famous Weasley temper. She stood and left the compartment thinking just how she would control the daemons within her this year. Without Sirius, she was completely lost. One thing was for sure the first chance she got she'll be going to the library.

She sat through the meeting barely paying any attention to what was being said. Once the meeting was adjourned she returned to her compartment. Only to realize it was occupied, by none other than Draco Malfoy. How had he beaten her here? She nodded to him. "What happened Malfoy? Did your friends kick you out? I don't care what you say but I'm siting in here so just ignore me and I'll ignore you, Deal?" she sat on the seat across from him and lay down with her arm thrown over her face. She didn't notice the shock on his face. "I had to escape them before they drove me insane. Ready for a new year?" He was obviously trying to start a conversation. Draco was one of the few people that knew it was she who had opened the chamber of secrets. That knowledge and the fact it was his father that imposed it on her. He didn't know why but he sympathized with her.

She sat up and stared at him. "Are you serious? Why are you trying to make conversation?"

She eyed him suspiciously. "Are you so socially deprived? That you're lowering your standards and betraying your family by associating with a Weasley? Don't bother trying to find a new friend in me, you won't find one. Just go back to pretending I don't exist like everyone else." He sat there looking at her. The train slowed and pulled into the station and she got up and left the train heading towards a carriage, grateful that he didn't follow.

As she approached the great hall, Professor McGonagall pulled her aside "Miss Weasley? Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with you after the feast. The password for the gargoyle is 'Snickers'." seeing the Confusion on Ginny's face she responded "I believe it's a muggle candy bar. Well off you go, You look like you could you use some food. enjoy the feast!" As she walked away, probably to retrieve the hat for the sorting. Ginny couldn't help but think what the headmaster wanted to speak to her about.

As she found her seat along the gryffindor table. She realized how many more Slytherins were missing this year. That explained why Draco wasn't with his friends. So many families had transferred their children elsewhere because of the war. She really tried not to think about the war. It always led her to become overly upset. Just being back in the castle made her upset. The memories and Shit she went through here was enough to drive anyone crazy. She sat down beside Colin and asked how is summer was, putting on the mask she always wore in public. He piped right up "Well I was lucky enough to go to the states. They had this great photography course in San Francisco."Over hearing the conversation people around them became very interested, so Colin spent the remaining time before the sorting answering questions about his trip.

Ginny's mind strayed from the conversation as she felt eyes on her. She skimmed the sea of students for eyes facing her directions. Stopping at an unexpected pair of stormy gray ones.'Now what the hell does he want' she thought. He must have realized she was staring back because he smirked and then winked at her. Without even thinking Ginny smiled and gave the finger very gracefully and mouthed 'Fuck you'. That got his attention his eyes went slightly wider obviously surprised by her response.

She turned her attention away from him to the doors as what could only be about 20 first years squirmed into the hall and up the middle row toward the hat. She wasn't that surprised that there were so few this year. Not many people feel Hogwarts is as safe as it used to be. Her mind wandered during the sorting staring up at the enchanted ceiling trying to find the Draco constellation, she loved dragons. After she found it she was looking around for Sagittarius When she heard a name being called "Riddle, Sierra"she watched as a little girl went to sit on the stool.

The little girl had really long ebony black hair and Dark blue eyes. You could barely see the sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Ginny almost fell back wards out of her seat. She looked to Dumbledore, then The trio they were all looking at her. Even Draco had turned her way with a look of pure curiosity. They were all probably assuring that she wouldn't cause a seen. This had better be what Dumbledore wanted to speak to her about. She wanted an explanation even if it was just coincidence. She could hear her heart trying to pound out of her chest. She wasn't even sure if she was breathing. The hat had been on her head for quite some time. Time felt like it was dragging on and on. When the hat finally yelled out "Gryffindor" Ginny felt overwhelmingly confused.

Was this some kind of sick joke? She wanted to get up and leave but that would lead to too many questions. She was stuck. When the sorting, Dumbledores speech and the feast were done, Ginny was still in the same position. She hadn't moved and everyone knew to leave her alone when she had that look on her face. She was still deep in thought when she heard her name and looked up see Dumbledore standing in front of her. They were the only ones left in the hall.

"Miss Weasley? Would you accompany me to my office? I'm sure you'll be wanting an explanation." She nodded and followed her head master all way up to his office in silence. Once they arrived in the round office, She sat down in the wing backed chair that was there and began petting Fawkes, the beautiful resident phoenix, that flew over and perched on her shoulder.

She had one question on her mind "HOW THE FUCK IS THIS POSSIBLE? I'm sorry but I'm on the verge of a break down. Who is she? where did she come from? I was told I had miscarried when I was taken into the chamber, but that was only four fucking years ago. Please tell me I'm not going insane because my nerves cannot handle this shit." She finished her rant and tried to calm her herself by bringing her knees up to her chin rocking back and forth.

This can't be happening she repeated to herself. Sierra Morgana Riddle was the name that Tom Riddle, now known as Lord Voldemort, had given the unborn child he had fathered upon Ginny in her first year. She was 5 months along when she was taken into the chamber but no one knew but Dumbledore and Madame Pomphrey. When she awoke in the hospital she asked about the baby and they could only assume she had miscarried.

"I want you to take this potion first, it's a very strong calming potion. You'll be able to think clearly for awhile." She did as she was told and drank down the potion it tasted like very cold mint "Now Ginevra, when we received the list for new first years this year that we were to send letters to. Her name was amoung them. I was of course very curious knowing of course that the Riddle family had long ago died out except for... well I went personally to her house. I was then informed by her adopted parents that she was raised in a muggle orphanage until she was 5. She was then adopted by the wealthy couple who were very nice by the way. I asked the name of the orphanage was." he paused waiting for her reaction. She simply nodded she knew what this meant, but it still didn't make sense. "It's the one where Tom himself grew up. It appears that the new born baby appeared on their door step 11 years ago with this"

He stopped and lifted an object from his desk drawer, a time turner. "On her person, along with this note." at this he handed the note to Ginny who took it cautiously shaking as she unfolded the paper, it read;

Name: Sierra Morgana Riddle

Date of birth: Saturday May 29th 1993 at approx 5:45 p.m.

Mother's Name: Ginevra

She nodded knowingly. Today's date was September 1rst 1998. She sat there allowing a tear to roll down her face. Her baby was alive and here attending Hogwarts. An 11 year old girl with a 15 year old mother. Ginny's mind couldn't take the information overload. She swiftly collapsed in the wing backed chair.