Author's Note: Hello this is my first fan fiction, just a few disclamiers. First the story is something I came up with usings different characters and decided to use Harry Potter characters, which the World and Characters belong to J.K. Rowlings. Next there are several usage of drugs and strong abuse and trigger of miscarriage. This is an AU where the Epilogue is ignored and dark/evil Harry, also there maybe some American slang usage instead of British so forgive me for that. Enjoy and leave comments thanks guys.

Chapter 1

Ginny sat in her tub, her knees up to her chest. She still felt as if her body was on fire. She never thought her life would become the nightmare she now lived.

After the war she had decided to return back to school and finish her education, while Harry had went on to Auror training, life was simple. During her last year Harry purposed, she of course said yes. She couldn't have been happier when the day had come, Luna was her maid of honor, and her father had cried when he walked her down the aisle and she married the love of her life. If only she knew then what she knew now, that happy day would be her last. The first year of marriage Harry worked alot of nights coming home drunk nearly everyday. Then shortly Harry started losing his temper more around her and started to become verbally abusive, she always told herself that it was just the stress from his work. The start of her second year of marriage brought more suffering to her, the loss of her father made her feel like she hit rock bottom, then came the weeks of waking up sick. Today was suppose to be a happy day, she went to St. Mungo's for a checkup. The healer had smiled at her and told her she was pregnant.

Ginny stepped out of the floo dusting herself off tears of joy streaked down her cheeks, almost six weeks pregnant.

"Harry, are you home?" She called out walking through her apartment.

She saw his cloak so he had to be home but where, she heard a grunt come from the bedroom and headed that way. Thoughts of kids running around with red or black untidy hair filled raced through her mind. As she stepped into the bedroom all thoughts stopped, in fact everything stopped. She stood there trying to understand what she was seeing. Harry was sitting at the edge of the bed, no shirt a rubber tube went from his mouth around his arm and a needle was in his other hand and in his arm. She watched as Harry pulled the needle from his arm and looked up at her looking over the rim of his glasses. She watched as he placedthe needle and the tube on the bed as he stood up walking towards her, his lips were moving but she didn't hear anything as her mind was still trying to understand what was going on.

He stood in front of her, she could the warmth of his breath, she felt a hand rub against her cheek. She looked up at him and saw him smile, no not smile sneer. Everything went in slow motion his free hand reached back as the hand against her cheek tangled up into her her tightly before his fist connected to the side of her head. her body rocked as white explosions went off behind her eyes, her body tried to fall but Harry held her up by her hair. Everything came into view as she looked up at Harry.

"I asked you a question. Where the fuck have you been."

Tears of pain rolled down her face, " I was at St. Mungo's I've been getting sick the past few days, so I went for a checkup."

Harry let go of her and she slide down the wall onto the floor, her hand went into her purse slowly trying to find her wand.

"I'm sorry baby that you haven't felt good I wished I known, well what did the healers say?" Harry had bent down in front her.

She couldn't look him in the eyes and looked away as her fingers touched her wand, "Nothing just a bug." Her hand was about to close around her wand but then everything went flying sideways as Harry's hand slapped across her face.

"You're lying to me you bitch! Look at me and tell me what they said." Harry was standing over her his face was twisted into anger.

Ginny looked up at him and felt anger flow out of her, "I'm pregnant you bastard, with your child. I thought this was suppose to be a happy day but it's not." Her hand started to go back into her purse.

Harry had walked away from her over to the nightstand. She had found her wand and pulled it out and was ready to ex him for the pain but by the time she got her wand aimed, Harry was already turned around his wand aimed, "Expelliarmus!" Ginny's wand flew from her hand and into his.

"Oh you bitch, how dare you try an hex me when my back is turned. I was just going to take it easy on you but now I think its time you learned where your place is." He threw hand wand to the floor and sent a reducto to her wand causing it to explode into pieces, "Let's see what to do to you so you never forget what happens when you lose your temper."

She laid there her eyes wide not knowing what to do, before she could react Harry was standing over her again. She looked up in time to see his fist before it connected. She tasted blood in her mouth, she tried to cry out but was cut short as another punch hit her face. She lay flat on the floor trying to curl up from the in coming hits. Finally no more came, she looked up and saw Harry had moved back to the bed, she sat up blood covered her lips, her head was pounding.

"I told you I wasn't ready to have kids Ginny, reason you were suppose to keep taking that potion, so I guess I will have to be sure to fix this. Crucio!" Ginny yelled out expecting pain but none came. Harry turned his wand away.

"You didn't even hit me you bastard, guess you never learned to mean it?" She laughed weakly at him.

"It wasn't meant fo you Ginny, the next one be though." Ginny's laugh died in her throat as she looked down and noticed the blood starting to stain her jeans, her eyes went wide as she looked back at Harry.

Her head snapped up as she looked around she was still sitting in the tub the water had gone cold now, she could still feel the fire in her body from the crucio that the man who was suppose to be the love of her life had sent her way. She knew what she had to do. She had to escape.