A/N: This is my first story and the I know that the chapter is super short i just didn't realize till now so the next two chaps are going to be short too. Then everything will okie dokie! Hope you you like it! Review plz!
When I was a little girl I always thought someday a prince with shining hair and perfectly white teeth would come rescue me from this hell I call home. But never in a million years did I ever imagine that the prince who would rescue me from my tower of darkness, the one who would bring light to my world, the one who would know me best, the one who would… save me…. I never thought that person would be the one I called an enemy. I didn't think it could ever be… Draco.
Before I get into the reality telephone (or is it telegraph?) show that my life has become let me introduce myself. My name is Ginny Weasley. I know this might be hard to believe but, I'm a witch. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but I just know it as Hogwarts. I have six brothers and it's not hard to tell considering we all have the same bright ginger colored hair. I'll start off from the oldest. First there's Bill, then Charlie, Percy, the twins Fred and George, and last but not least, Ron. I, of course, am the youngest without any sisters which was to be expected.
I don't want to bore you with my brothers, even though I really do love them, but I need to go on. You see, my life might look perfect on the outside but the inside is a hell I wouldn't even wish my enemies to. It all started right before I turned five. I was playing quiditch outside with Ron, Fred, and George. Percy was cooped up in his room, as always, studying. My mother was visiting Seamus Finnegan's mum. It was really hot outside so I went to go get a glass of water. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass out of the cupboard, I filled it with water and began to drink very loudly because I knew it annoyed Percy. I then heard a very loud bang and, considering I was four, dropped the glass. My father, who was in his study working on some paperwork, came running out at the sound of the glass, that was now shattered on the floor, and not the loud bang. He then started to yell at me which he had never done before and so naturally as a four year old I started to sob loudly. That was the last and only time I would ever again cry before my so called father, because in a matter of milliseconds there was loud crack and a large red handprint on my left cheek. I stared at my father for a few seconds then ran to my room and cried myself to sleep.
That was the beginning of my secret life. I never told anyone what my father did to me but soon after, my brothers showed up with bruises. Sometimes on their arms or their legs, other times red marks on their faces. Soon those red marks on their faces turned in to black eyes and broken just told mum that the bludgers hit them since it was very common. My brothers never said anything to me, though they knew it happened to me too. Every time my father would hurt us he'd go buy us a present right after, as if it would make up for him hitting us. It never did. Our mother never knew what was going on behind her back and we never told her. I thank God for the day when I first went to Hogwarts because I wouldn't have to see my father in another nine months and I rejoiced it. This is only the beginning of my story, not even close to the middle. Yes, my story has barely just begun.
