A/N: I KNOW! I'M THE WORST PERSON ON THE PLANET.

I wish I had a good reason as to why I haven't posted anything, but I don't-- other than the fact that I'm lazy, and the worst person on the face of the planet.

And I'm also a liar! There's going to be another chap after this. >>sigh I know.

And there might be an epilouge, too. I don't know yet.

And hopefully I'll post those SOMETIME before Christmas. lol.

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Ginny loved snow. Adored it. When she was younger, on the day the weatherman predicted the first snow of the season, she'd always been glued to the window, waiting for the first snowflake.

This year, Ginny hadn't quite made the first snowflake, but- given the current snowy state of Diagone Alley- she was happy nonetheless. It truly looked like Christmas, with all the twinkling lights and cheery little displays in all the shop windows.

Yes, Ginny Weasley was most defiantly a Christmas person.

Hugging her coat tight around her bulging belly, she made her way from shop to shop- being especially careful of holes and bits of ice to keep Remus happy- looking for the perfect gift for him.

This was proving to be a harder task than she'd thought. Remus, it turned out, was a particularly hard bloke to shop for. He hardly ever mentioned wanting anything- it just wasn't his nature. He was so… modest! Ginny had found this endearing, but now it was just infuriating.

The sun was already beginning to set- she'd been gone for a few hours- and Ginny knew Remus would be freaking out already, and if she wasn't home soon he'd probably have a cardiac arrest.

Stepping out of Flourish and Blotts, Ginny made her way to get a cup of cocoa before she left the alley. As she crossed the road, she pulled out her little change purse. She gave a little cry of surprise when all her money fell, rolling in all sorts of directions.

"Dammit," she cursed. She made her way in the direction where it looked like most of it went, and- with great difficulty, due to her huge pregnant belly- tried to pick most of it up.

"'Ere you go, miss," a gruff voice said above her. In his hand, he held five galleons.

Ginny straightened, looking her helper in the eye. The man was tall and lanky, underfed. He had blonde hair, a bit too long and unkempt, and small black eyes.

"Thanks,' Ginny said warily, reaching out to take her money, Something about this guy… it made Ginny uneasy. She just wanted to get away from him.

When Ginny's hand made contact with the man's, he dropped her galleons to the ground, grabbing her wrist in a cruel grip. Ginny cried out at the unexpected pain.

"Say…" the man was saying. "You wouldn't 'appen to be Miss Ginny Weasley, would you?" he reached out with his free hand, touching her curls. "'Cause with that red hair, you sure look like a Weasley."

"What?" Ginny asked. "Let go of me," she demanded, "this instant!"

"I don't think so." The man yanked her around the corner into a darker corner of the alley, hidden from the eyes of the busy Christmas shoppers. He placed his grimy hand over her mouth, silencing her before she even had the chance to think about screaming. "'Cause I heard that that Weasley girl was knocked up, and you sure as hell are one pregnant bitch."

Ginny struggled against his hands, but he held her fast. She couldn't understand it- why was this happening to her? How did he know who she was? Why did he even care? There was no reason at all, unless…

Ginny looked down at the hand that held her. In the scuffle, his jacket sleeve had come up just enough to confirm her fears.

He was a Death Eater.

He was one of the few who survived. She didn't know him, but he sure would know who she was.

She stopped struggling, and the Death Eater smiled. "Ahh, the girlie's catchin' on, now, isn't she?" He moved in closer, pressing his body against hers. Ginny felt the bile rise in her throat.

Ginny's thoughts were a jumbled mess. Oh, God. He's going to rape me. He's going to kill me and my baby. Oh, my baby… Remus. God, I'll never see Remus again… Oh, I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to- NO!

As the Death Eater began fumbling with his belt, the hand over her mouth slipped ever so slightly- just enough for her to wrap her mouth around his dirty fingers and bite down, hard.

He pushed her away, yelping in pain. Ginny didn't even think- her mouth just opened and she started screaming. She didn't know what she was yelling, or even if she was yelling actual words, but it worked.

"Hey!" A man's voice came from around the corner. His footsteps were fast approaching. "What's going on?"

The Death Eater cursed. His beady eyes were flashing with anger as he reached out, slapping Ginny hard across the face with his knuckles. Ginny's scream died in her throat as she slid to the dirty ground of the alley, and then everything was black.

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A/N: Review now! And don't be too mad at me!!!!!