Breakaway

Disclaimer: I do not own the song Breakaway. It is sung by Kelly Clarkson. I also do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They belong to J.K Rowling and her affiliates.

Dedicated to:This is for Jessica because she found the lyrics for me and she always tells everyone she is the best. This amuses me to no end.insert big huge grin

Background information: Ginny has never met Draco Malfoy. She has only heard of him. He has a very excellent reputation in the business world. The reason she does not know Draco is simple. Draco along with a few other children in high society were home schooled by highly paid private instructors around the time when all the others characters we know and love went to school. Anyway, Ginny is pretty much your average career woman. Her life will change in an instant and it's all because of a few unknown people. Her family never has nor ever will come in contact with the Malfoy family. You will very quickly find out that Ginny does not hold her parents in high regard due to some injustices that she suffered throughout her childhood.

This is in this story only. I don't have anything against the Weasleys. I just felt that for this story to work I would need to portray them in a different light.

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Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreamin' of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray

You'd think she would be used to her life by now. After all growing up in a large family (seven children) with an extremely small house and a small town can take its toll on you. Ottery St. Catchpole was not, by any means, a big town. And to make things even more confining, they had to live on the edge of the town so the Muggles wouldn't get suspicious of them or the happenings surrounding the home. They had to conceal their way of life, as not to seem completely odd. This, in itself, could seem impossible to most.

Growing up, she was used to her mother not paying any attention to her except, perhaps if she was lucky, in passing or when her mother needed a helper in the kitchen. Her mother viewed that as women's work. Men shouldn't be allowed to do it. They should stay out of the kitchen unless they were there to get food, but they should never prepare it for themselves.

Her father didn't have time to pay attention to her either. Trying to feed a growing family with seven kids was quite a challenge, for a man in the Muggle or Wizarding world alike. He worked very long hours at the Ministry of Magic in the department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. When he did have spare time it was spent with her abundance of brothers.

And, although it could be assumed, her brothers ignored her also, except when they were playing pranks. Then she was the best thing since sliced bread. For the most part, they were too wrapped up in their lives and their never ending Quidditch game to notice (or even care) that they had a little sister. For Quidditch she was either too young or not invited to play because, at the time, "girls were icky" to them. She was the invisible child of the family. She was the one and only girl.

In most cases, the person would have grown up bitter and mad at the world. But her family's lack of attention proved to be the best thing in the world for her. Instead of doing normal kid stuff like getting dirty and playing with siblings, Ginny would read. She'd escape to an alternate reality, alone and secure. She started sneaking off to the Muggle library by the time she was seven. She would go down there all day and just read to get her mind off her troubles. She would sit at the library for hours entranced by one book or another.

Even after Ginny began school, she still did not have friends. The incident with the basilisk in her first year didn't help matters either. So, instead of sending owl post to friends and arranging get togethers, she would read next years school books that she usually had to borrow from a brother, not that they even noticed it. It was not at all surprising when she was the head of her class and graduated school a few months into what should have been her sixth year.

She also began to start writing stories. She would do just about anything to get her mind off of what she might have been doing. That is if she had friends, or a family that cared about her or her wellbeing. There had been many occasions that they had even forgotten her birthday. Even her mother forgot. You would have thought that at least she would have remembered a day that she was in labor and in intense pain for many hours.

Ginny began to write for The Daily Prophet, and in doing so, she was slowly crawling her way into the higher society of the Wizarding world. She soon was writing about the biggest parties, the most important events and even a Quidditch game or two on the side. The Quidditch games, always made her brothers pay a slight bit attention her way, in hopes of scoring tickets to the match. But, even though she was not bitter, she felt the need to turn them down. After years of being ignored because of being the only girl, they start to pay attention to her over a Quidditch match? What nice brothers they were.

It seemed Ginny's true calling began as a hobby. She'd go down to the Saturday Karaoke night at the Three Broomsticks each weekend. It soon got to a point where she had become a crowd favorite. She didn't consider singing work. It was just a way to release her stress and the tension from the week.

This was all great for her, it soon became a ritual. On a Saturday just like all the rest, her life would soon change for the better.

As it turned out, a friend of one of the executives over at Wizard Records heard her and had mentioned her at a meeting at the headquarters. So that weekend, whether she knew it or not, she had to impress. Madame Rosmerta, who, Ginny supposed, could be considered a friend, was urging her to go first. When she agreed, Madame Rosmerta cast a sonorous charm on herself.

"Attention. Our first up tonight will be Ginny Weasley."

If Ginny looked shocked at the sudden nervousness she felt, she didn't show it. She just headed up to the stage like always, performed a sonorous and began to sing in time and tune with the music. When she had finished the applause was deafening. Ginny looked a little embarrassed but got over it quickly and then she headed back to her seat. But, it was not to be. She was intercepted by the very man she needed to impress. He wore dress robes in black and he had a very official air about him.