Prologue: The change
When someone says the name Ginny Weasley what do you picture? A small, shy, redheaded girl with a huge family, and who's in love with Harry Potter, right? Up until the day of my thirteenth birthday you would have been correct.
Its started out as any normal birthday, with a party and cake. When I fell asleep on the couch that night Percy offered to bring me to bed. Then it began. I awoke to Percy kissing and caressing my body. "Percy, w-what are y-you doing?" I stuttered. I was very confused, what was Percy doing, and why? "Shush, Ginny just shut up and enjoy" he started undoing my pants, "PERCY STOP!" I yelled beginning to panic. 'SMACK' Percy slapped me across the face and bellowed "SHUT THE FUCK UP GINNY!" If I wasn't scared before I was know. I didn't know what to do so I kept quiet. Percy raped me that night. Before he left he said "If you tell anyone I will kill you, you filthy whore" And with that he left me there to sob.
This happened all summer, one night I tried to fight back and he beat me to an inch of my life. Mom noticed the bruises and he left the next night, scared I would tell. Mom and Dad didn't question it; they thought it was because of their row.
That summer changed me. That summer I realized how unimportant to my family I am, so insignificant that none of them notice when I'm in pain and am to terrified to speak out. No one noticed or cared I was ignored and I finally realized it. My crush on Harry disintegrated and I was no longer shy I spoke up when I felt it necessary and I grew 3 inches, making me 5 feet 7 inches. My long red hair grew longer and now reached my lower back and my once orangeish red hair was a deep crimson. I was now a woman at 13 years and 18 days. A scared woman, but a woman none the less.
Over the next 3 years I grew more and my body developed. I was now at my tallest, a whapping 5 foot 10, my breasts were large and my stomach flat and toned. My skin was tanned and my hair even longer now, almost to my knees with waves flowing all through it and a shine that made it look like silk.
I "dated" a lot in those years and never had a boyfriend for very long. I must have dated almost 30 guys, I slept with one, Dean Thomas. In my fourth year I dated Dean Thomas and after the third month I decided I was ready to sleep with him. He only ended up hurting me just as much as Percy had, deciding it was an open invitation to take from me whenever he wanted. I finally got him to stop and let me break it off by threaten to tell Ron. After he told the whole school he had me after the third date and only stayed around because I was a 'good shag'. The only ones who didn't hear the rumor were my brothers, Harry, and Hermione.
After Dean, my emotions were all out of sync and I didn't know how to fix it, I was alone with no one to turn too and I didn't know what to do. I began to cut myself and write morbid poetry, I focused on school and learned how to smile when people were around. But inside I was as close to death as you could get without actually dieing. But that al changed on the train ride to school at the beginning of my sixth year.
A/N: Hello Everyone I would just like to say this is my first published Fanfic andI would like to know what you think. IfI get atleast one good reveiw I'll keep going, I'm not sure yet how many chapters there wil be butI have some of chapter one finnished already. Also i would like to know if anyone would be interested in betaing for me if i decide to keep going with the story. Just email me at if your interested. The next chapter will be called Interest if i decide to keep going. ok so remember read and reveiw!