(A/N: Hey yall this is Henna; your author. This story just came to me over night, but has been lingering forever. It's a personal story and I felt I should get it out in the open and the burden shall be lifted from my heart and soul. It means a lot to me and it solely based on me, but of course not everything will be exactly how it is in my life. Bare with me, I shall make it interesting. Check out my other story as well, it's called Dirty Dancing: Hogwarts Style. Review please. )
Warning not beta'd.
Disclaimer: Not mine, All of J.K Rowling's beautiful characters.
Prologue
I sat in my room, reading, which is what I usually do. Staring out the window occasionally, wishing life was great and filled with happiness. Unfortunately, my life is filled with darkness and pain; it has no meaning, there is nothing worth living for. I wonder sometimes, why not just end it; it will surely make my parents happy. They care nothing for me, I know it. Neither does my family, or the family that is left in the house, which is Ron. My older brothers I never see, Percy is long gone, and the Twins have their own flat in Diagon Alley. Ron my brother who is a year older than me, hates me, he says it to me regularly. I sometimes can't stand it but I've learned to deal with it. It's like I've grown another skin over my body; a stronger one, trying to protect me from the beatings my Father and Mother put on me for wrong doings. But in the end, it doesn't matter how many bruises I have, words they inflict on me, hurt way worse, much worse. I spend my time reading fantasy books, wishing I could one day have one my self, and live far away with my prince with no worries. But what I've learned from life so far is that you can never have happiness for long, it always...ends. Yet isn't it odd that sadness is always there? I don't know how long I've been in depression, but it doesn't hinder me. I've grown to like my solitary state, it's my solace. It's here where I find comfort in the quietness of my room, and away from the screaming I receive everyday. I try to be a good daughter, I really do but it's never enough for them, never. But I don't deserve it anyway, I'm a bad daughter, I steal money from them even though we are still poor, I never do anything my Mother tells me to, I am not afraid of her. I don't listen to my Father as well, he in fact scares me, but I'm not phased. I will still stand up for myself. No one can stop me from being me and being the way I am. I like being this way, no one can change me. I, Ginevra Weasley am making that a promise on myself. Now and Forever.
(A/N: Sorry so short, but it is a prologue, I don't think this story will be that long,and I might even discontinue it, but it will have romance and such, so you won't be disappointed. Tell me what you think. Review!
Henna)