Writer's Note: I will update as I get reviews, and it will be a rather long story, so continue to check back, and leave me reviews. I don't own Harry Potter or his world, just simply diving into it for a while

UPDATE!! I am looking for feedback: I am torn between making this a Ginny/Draco or a Ginny/Snape. I have good ideas for both. I need your votes. Leave me a review with who you would prefer, or if I should try to fit them both in somehow! I will update as soon as I get some replies J

Everyone had died... She watched as her brothers were slaughtered, one by one, their blood soaking her clothes, her skin, her hair as it ran down to the drain beneath her... The only man she had loved was tortured for days, weeks, forced to live on through it, as his body grew weaker, thinner, and his eyes went from their bright green to a pale hazel as his spirit was slowly broken. At the end, he was a mere shell of the man she loved. Though it had not made it any easier when they forced her to kill him. They had forced her, with her own hands, to kill him, and as she looked into his empty eyes, she knew he could see her, and she pleaded for his forgiveness, but she still killed him... Her small hands had taken a knife and sliced his throat. Those same hands had been dripping with his blood. She still could not wipe those hands clean. Her family, her friends, one by one were killed. She herself had killed several of them. They had wanted to break her mind, before they broke her body, but she would not break. As much as it angered them, as much as they tried, she still lived. Her body was thin, sickly, and her hair lost any shine it had once had, until her eyes alone shone with any life.

She sat, shaking, in the dark, water dripping down onto her limbs. She was in a basement, a dungeon, her arms chained above her naked body, which had been ripped open by whips, knives, and nails. She had been beaten, tortured, and finally left here to die, though she thanked every god she knew that they had not yet taken her innocence, the one thing she had saved throughout her life. She had little doubt if they knew she was a virgin they would have raped her as well, but the thought thankfully had not crossed their minds, more concerned with the beatings, seeing her blood spill onto the ground.

How long she was chained there, she had no recollection. No windows lined her prison, and the passing of days melted together into endless night. Weeks, months, she never knew. Others would have lost their minds, would have wasted away, let the eternal night swallow them whole. But she still lived...

Yes, I know it is short. But I know you all want more!! Reviews welcomed, and I will update as soon as I get some feedback!!