Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Harry Potter and anything related to it. JK Rowling does and I'm just showing how much I like what she has created by writing fanfiction (even though I write non-canon. What? I can like canon and still not write about it. If I were an author, I'd write non-canon fanfics about my own books!!! There are just sooooo many scenarios out there just waiting to be written!)

Note: Hello! I'm back! Again, it's a fanfic about Ginny, focusing on what happened in her first year (yeah, yeah I know, I know. I ought to write something else. If only my Ouran High school muse could come back and finish the fic that she started! Have any of you seen her? Or can you lend me a different muse? Anyway…on with it)

Warning1: This chapter is sort of dark ( I wanted it to be gory at the end with Arthur, but well….I've never written and seldom read gory things, so I have no idea how it turned out (Reviewing could help me figure it out *hint, hint*) Anyway, if you're in a happy, fluffy, 'I love everything and everybody' mood, it might not be best to read this at the moment...(unless you want to read something not fluffy and happy.)

Warning2: Doesn't follow canon, therefore it's a non-canon Ginny (though she fits very well with my fics-Ginny)

Rated M to be on the safe side

Chapter 1

She was running. Faster and faster she went through the darkness. Her lungs ached, desperately trying to get some (very much needed) oxygen, while miserably failing. Her muscles yelled in pain. They couldn't take much more of this. But there was no other way. She could not be caught. He could not catch her.

I can't take much more of this thought the girl. I need to breathe.

Carefully she stopped running and looked around. All she could see was darkness. Perhaps this time he decided to leave her alone. No, she thought, he would never let me off so easily. Oh if only he would. How she missed how comprehensive he used to be. Perhaps then, he would recognize her action as it was, a desperate act to help a fellow student, instead of a blatant disrespect and disobedience of him.

" Please, please leave me alone this time"

Alas, her begging had little effect. Suddenly her right leg was gripped and she felt herself being pulled from behind. She fell flat on her face while something was squeezing her legs. " oh no" there on her leg, was an enormous snake hissing menacingly. " no, no , no. Not the snakes!" She had been through this before. Snakes would immobilize her so she couldn't run. Then, the ones around her arms and legs would tighten their hold until no blood could circulate in them. The pain was terrible and so was the knowledge she could have permanent damage if they hold her like this too long. Then, would come the biting. Oh they wouldn't inject poison; that would be too easy and too quick. No, no… they would just bite. Over and over again, everywhere they could reach. It was a long process for they didn't release their hold on her for well over a minute. Their fangs would penetrate her skin and stay there, trying to get deeper and deeper into her flesh. One time, she tried to distract herself from the pain by counting the bites. On her right leg, she counted 53 bites. That was actually a low count. The snake wrapped around her leg had been quite big that time, so there was less place for the others to bite in . On the other hand, since there was little blood flowing there, they could bite more without it being life threatening. It was an ideal condition since they were not allowed to kill her. Sometimes, she wished they would have. Once the bites were all in place, the snakes would bring some sort of plant to put on them. The only thing Ginny could really tell about those plants was that they weren't for soothing the wounds; it was quite the opposite actually. Ginny had never felt anything burn as much as these plants. She thought it must have felt like putting her father's muggle javel into her time, she would try not to scream. She would often bite her lips until it bled as not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her suffer. But as more of the plants cover the bites, it became intolerable and every time, every single time, she would cry out.

However, this time around, the snakes had a different mission. This time, a huge snake wrapped himself around her, immobilizing her entire body and then…forced her to watch.

There was movement in front of her, in the darkness. Could it be? Was it him? No. This figure was taller. Then as the man approached, she recognized him. "Daddy?" she whimpered. There, covered in blood, stood the man who had raised and loved her for eleven years. His right arm was cut off at the elbow and his face was covered in bruises and small cuts. One of his eyes was so swollen he probably couldn't see. He also had a deep gash on his side and was limping. "Daddy?"

"why? Why did you do this to us Ginny?

-Daddy she cried, what do you mean?

-It's your fault, he answered. You did this to us. Your poor mother is dead because of you.

-Whaaa…

Suddenly, some of the darkness faded and the little girl saw the rest of her family…or rather what was left of them. In front of her, body parts and bodies were bloodying the floor. Her mother, her beloved mother, laid there with her head half separated from her body. Her clothes were mostly ripped off and she had several wounds all over her chest. She was missing a leg, an arm, and three fingers on the only hand she had left. Her brothers were unrecognizable; some were scattered on the ground while others where impaled and few of them had any limbs left.

"You caused all this Ginny. It's your fault

-No, NO! I couldn't…I wouldn't… DO that. Daddy I would never do that…even if he…I would fight him. I would stop him!

- Fight him! Stop him! He raged, THAT is what caused all this! YOU going against him! You not doing as you are told! If you had listened to him, none of this would have happened. If you had been a good girl for ONCE in your life, my wife and my sons would still be alive. But No! You had to disobey didn't you? Didn't you Ginny! This is all your fault. It should have been you who was dismembered! It should have been your limbs he cut off one by one!

Da..*sob*dy*sob* Ginevra cried. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. Please, please stop. Please make it stop *sob*

As Ginny lay crying, her surroundings started changing. Her family and the darkness disappeared to be replaced by green silk sheets and a stone wall. His room. The small girl continued on sobbing, trying to be as quiet as possible, and avoid raising the boy's anger more than it already was. She wished things were still like in the beginning of it all or that at least, he'd put his hand on her shoulder. She needed that small gesture of comfort. She needed someone to be here, needed to be reassured that it would be over soon, and most of all, she needed to be assured she was forgiven and loved. The latter made her sick to her stomach. She shouldn't crave for his love after everything, but mostly, she shouldn't still love him.

TBC

AN: Well that's it for now! Hope you liked it! Tried for something dark, but I'm still not sure if it came out like I wanted. Oh well, I think it was a good start. Please Review! It's always appreciated but DON'T FLAME! I don't do it to others, don't do it to me. You can give meaningful and polite criticism though. Thanks!

AN2: Oh yeah, for those who are wondering exactly when this happens, you'll have to wait for other chapters. Maybe the next one, but I'm not sure. At first I wanted to make this a flashback and situate the story in her 4-5 year but now I'm thinkinh of starting from this point in time and continue and maybe add flashbacks to see how it came to that. Anyway, again Review!