Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor do I own this story. I've been given permission from the original author Wouldbeking87 to finish this story, since he has decided to no longer continue with it. This is the story that is the inspiration for my own story Beaten, Broken, Yet Still An Angel. Some of you may recognize the first few chapters since they are already up on his profile. I am just reposting here to continue the story.

Trigger Warnings: This is an AU story where the epilogue of book 7 is ignored. There will be domestic abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, verbal abuse and miscarriage. I am sorry if this cause's you PTSD to flare up or anything of the sort. If you can't handle it, please don't read it.

A/N: Since the original author and myself are Americans there may be some slight use of American Slang instead of british slang. If you see any, I am sorry about that, but please feel free to let me know. I did change a few things around to make it flow a little better, but the concept is still the same. Enjoy and leave comments guys.

Ginny sat in her tub, she had 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 that she is now living.

After the war, she had decided to return to school to finish her education. Harry had gone on to train as an auror. Life was simple. During her last year Harry had proposed, of course she had said yes. She couldn't have been happier when her wedding day had finally come. Luna was her maid of honor. Her father had cried while walking her down the isle. He was so happy for his baby girl. She had married the love of her life. If only she knew then, what she knew now. If only she had known that her wedding day would be her last happy day. The first year of marriage Harry had worked a lot of nights. He also came home drunk nearly everyday. Then shortly Harry started to lose his temper more and more around her. He started to verbally abuse her. She always told herself that it was just the stress from his work. The start of her second year of marriage brought her even more pain and suffering. With the loss of her father, she felt like she had hit rock bottom. Then came the weeks of her waking up sick. Today was supposed to be a happy day. She had an appointment at St. Mungos 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 face. She was almost six weeks pregnant.

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

She saw his cloak so he had to be home but where? She heard a grunt come from the bedroom so she headed that way. Thoughts of kids running around with red or black untidy hair were racing 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. He was shirtless and had a rubber tube hanging from his mouth, wrapped around his arm. In his other hand he had a needle and was pushing it into his arm. She watched as he placed the 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 feel 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 into her hair 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 at Harry.

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

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

Harry let go of her and she slid down the wall onto the floor. Her hand went into her purse slowly to find her want.

"I'm sorry baby that you haven't felt good. I wish I had known. Well what did the healers say?" Harry had bent down in front of 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 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 the anger flow out of her. "I'm pregnant you bastard, with your child!" I thought this was supposed 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. She was ready to hex him for the pain, but by the time she got her wand and aimed Harry was already turned around and had his wand aimed at her. "Expelliarmus!" Ginny's wand flew from her hand to his.

"Oh you bitch!" How dare you try to hex me when my back is turned!? I was just going to take it easy, but now I think it's time you learned your place." He threw her wand to the floor and sent a reducto to her wand causing it to explode into pieces. "Let's see, what to do with you? You won't ever forget what happens when you lose your temper."

She laid there her eyes wide not knowing what to do. 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 incoming hits. Finally no more came. She looked up and saw Harry had moved back to the bed. She sat up with blood covering her lips. She had a black eye and her head was pounding.

"I told you I wasn't ready to have kids Ginny. That was the reason you were supposed to keep taking the potion. I guess I will just have to be sure that I've fixed 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 for you Ginny. The next one will be though." Ginny's laugh died in her throat as she looked down. She noticed that blood was staining her jeans and starting to pool in the floor. 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. Her water had gotten cold now. She could still feel the fire in her body from the crucio, that the man who was supposed to be the love of her life had sent her way. She knew what she had to do. She had to escape.

A/N: Before you guys say but this sounds like Beaten, Broken, Yet Still An Angel this is the original story from Wouldbeking87 who has given me permission to finish writing it for him. It is also the inspiration behind my story. He of course knows all this. Remember to enjoy and comment letting me know your thoughts.