in a world full of ugliness

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Ginny shivered. Damn it's cold, she thought bitterly. She's only been in America for two days, but already her small one room New York apartment up on the eighth floor felt to her more like a cage than a home.

After leaving Sirius's she had returned to her home and confessed to her mother that she was pregnant. Bad choice that, Ginny thought as she thought and she gazed out her window watching the snow sprinkle car roofs. She didn't mention who the father was. Molly wouldn't have cared anyway. Completely horrified that her only daughter had given it up to someone before marriage, Molly completely lost it. Before Ginny even knew what was happening her mother had already begun to throw all of Ginny's belongings into a trunk and was summoning it out the door.

"Of all the things! All the ways that you could have SHAMED this family you had to get yourself knocked up like some common harlot…." Her rant continued as it woke the entire house.

Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Arthur all gathered sleepily in the living room watching this all take place, as they slowly pieced together what Molly was saying. Hermione was the first to comprehend. "Ginny! How could you have been so reckless? What in the world is wrong with you?! Have you lost your mind?!"

Funny that, Ginny thought sourly as she looked down at Hermione's own growing bump. She hadn't been too responsible herself. By this time Hermione wasn't the only one screaming at Ginny; everyone understood what was happening and they had all banded together to give her their own two cents on the issue. I've had about enough of this, she thought angrily. Mrs. Weasley wasn't done though.

"You are BANNED! You have put a grievous shame into my heart and you are no longer welcome here! Do you hear me? You are no longer a Weasley! You –"

Ginny had had enough. "I? I am done here, done with you people and your hypocrisy. You all want to act as though I am the only person that was ever careless; fine. I will leave here, and none of you will EVER know my child, and it will never be subjected to your hatefulness." And with that, Ginny sized up her trunk off of the front lawn and apparated for her last time off of the doorstep of the Burrow.

Ginny sighed again and looked down at her barley-there bump. Oh well, at least my baby will never have to go through anything like that…

Five years later, Ginny was doing alright for herself. After legally changing her name to Ginevera Warren, Ginny now worked as a local editorialist at one of New York's hottest magazines, The Witch's Brew. Once she had started making enough money to get by and then some, she had finally gotten rid of her old one bedroom – which she had had to alter a bit, to make room from the now four and a half year old daughter, Cherri Warren.

Cherri was a beautiful child with curly black hair and sparkling green eyes. She was very energetic and extremely smart, already knowing her ABC's, counting 1 through 100 and printing the whole alphabet. Yes, Ginny loved her little girl more than anything else. Not a day went by that she didn't commend herself for making the right choice about keeping her baby. Then again, not a day went by that she didn't think of Sirius.

Ginny knew that one day she was going to have to tell her daughter exactly what had happened, and she also knew that it was Cherri's right to know her father, and the rest of Ginny's family for that matter. For now though Ginny was just going to keep on doing the best that she could. And to start with, Ginny was going to make sure that Cherri knew all that there was to be known about both the muggle world and the wizerding world.

AN: R&R please, tell me what you think! Sorry it's so short, but I'm posting chapter three along with this one. Oh, and Cherri is supposed to be pronounced like Cherry.