Sacrificing a Virgin
Disclaimer: Thanks to my friend Stacy (mysterywriter) I got this idea. So, hopefully, it isn't too hard to follow. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling, except the part me and Stacy thought up.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
Ginny Weasley was practically jumping for joy when school ended. It was summer, and she never had to go back to Hogwarts. Sure, she'd miss all of her friends, but there were a lot of things there that she'd be more then willing to leave behind. Case in point; one Mr. Draco Malfoy. He wasn't even in her grade, and still felt obliged to make her life miserable. He'd trip her in the halls, make fun of her family and friends, and never missed the opportunity to call her some very nasty names. One of the worst being 'rat.' Which, in Draco's own twisted mind, meant that she lived off of other people because she was poor.
But Ginny didn't want to think about that arrogant bastard just then. School was over and her mother was pregnant yet again. This time it was twins...again. Ginny's mother had to be the most fertile person she knew. But Ginny didn't care. This just meant that she wouldn't be the youngest any more, and that was a plus. Unfortunately, as Malfoy always loved to point out, the Weasleys were not the riches people in the world. And after putting seven children through seven years at school, having two more wouldn't be easy. Things were going to be very tight. But they'd manage, like they always did. As long as they had a roof over their head and people under it that supported each other, things would work out. Unfortunately, one of those things was about to fade, or burn, rather, away.
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Ginny walked along the dirt road that lead to her house. She had just been at the market, trying to find the foods her mother had insisted she go buy. Ginny still had the list in her hand, and shook her head a little whenever she read it. Her mother was pregnant, and was supposedly eating for three. On the list were things like pickles, chocolate, and mayonnaise, all of which Mrs. Weasley intended to mix together in a blender for some kind of a smoothie. But Ginny's mother also decided to be vague with comments on the list like, 'something sweet' and 'something salty.'
So Ginny did what she could for her mother and started to head home. She looked around, very aware that she and her family lived out in the middle of nowhere. They were miles from an actual city, and all she could see where trees. As Ginny kicked dust up all around her, she wondered what she was going to do now that she was out of Hogwarts. There was always a spot open in the Ministry, but that was of no interest of Ginny's. What she really wanted to do, she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to go somewhere exciting. Somewhere the complete opposite of where she was at the moment.
Right before her house came into view, Ginny could hear the faint sound of fire trucks in the distance. This set off a little panic switch in her head. As she rounded the corner, and the trees no longer obscured her vision, the Burrow came into view. It was engulfed in flames and fire trucks were surrounding it, all spraying long spouts of water on the growing fire.
Ginny ran the rest of the way home. Somewhere along the line, she had dropped the groceries, leaving them scattered on the road. As she got closer to her burning house, she could see her family standing on the lawn, and her mother sitting on the ground with her head in her hands.
"Ginny!" Mr. Weasley yelled happily, running up to his daughter and hugging her. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"What happened?" Ginny asked stupidly, staring dumb-struck at her home. Her eyes traveled to her mother, and her heart instantly broke.
"Mum, are you okay?" Ginny asked, kneeling down by her mother's side and putting a hand on her back.
"Gone." Mrs. Weasley sobbed. "Everything's gone."
"Mum, it's going to be okay." Ginny said comfortingly. Her mother practically glared at her.
"We barely had anything, and now that's gone." She said, whipping her tears with the back of her hand. "How are we going to be able to support two new children?"
Ginny looked helplessly up at her father, who always seemed to have the answers to everything. But not this time. He was looking very worried. And, as Ginny studied his face further, the bottom of her stomach fell out. He wasn't telling them something. And she instantly knew that they were going to be in more trouble then he would ever tell anyone.
~*~*~*~
After the fire was put out, there wasn't much left. Just ashes remained. So the Weasley's decided to rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron until they could find a new place to live. But Ginny suspected that they would be living above the Leaky Cauldron for a while. They didn't have enough money for a house, especially with two new addictions to the family.
It was these sort of thoughts that kept Ginny up late at night. Not to mention the constant snoring of her three brothers. She sighed and turned over on the cold stone floor. Ron, Fred, and George all insisted on taking the beds because they were older. Percy had moved out of the house by this point and her parents had a separate room.
Ginny knew that she would never get any sleep with all of these chainsaws going, so she tiptoed downstairs for some warm milk. Everyone had already gone home at this point, and no one was in the pub. Ginny traveled to the kitchen and soon emerged with a fresh glass of warm milk. The thought of this drink made Ginny a bit nauseous, but she'd do anything to sleep.
As Ginny was starting to walk to the stairs again, she heard urgent voices coming closer. She got the feeling that she shouldn't be there, and quickly ducked behind the bar counter. Soon after, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came bursting through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron, in the middle of a heated discussion.
"You've been with them for years, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said in a hushed voice.
"I know. But they said that they had to make some cuts." Mr. Weasley said. Ginny could tell by the tone of his voice that he was upset.
"But surly there were other people who the could have fired." Ginny's heart dropped. Her father was fired? "Like Lucius. Or someone who was less loyal."
"Molly, just drop it. I'll find another job." Mr. Weasley said, not sounding all that sure.
"Not soon enough." Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny couldn't see it, but her mother rubbed her pregnant stomach at this comment. "And you'll never find a job that pays as well."
"We'll manage." Mr. Weasley said, hugging his wife and kissing her belly. "Like we always do."
"That was luck." Mrs. Weasley pointed out. "And luck runs out."
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Disclaimer: Thanks to my friend Stacy (mysterywriter) I got this idea. So, hopefully, it isn't too hard to follow. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling, except the part me and Stacy thought up.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
Ginny Weasley was practically jumping for joy when school ended. It was summer, and she never had to go back to Hogwarts. Sure, she'd miss all of her friends, but there were a lot of things there that she'd be more then willing to leave behind. Case in point; one Mr. Draco Malfoy. He wasn't even in her grade, and still felt obliged to make her life miserable. He'd trip her in the halls, make fun of her family and friends, and never missed the opportunity to call her some very nasty names. One of the worst being 'rat.' Which, in Draco's own twisted mind, meant that she lived off of other people because she was poor.
But Ginny didn't want to think about that arrogant bastard just then. School was over and her mother was pregnant yet again. This time it was twins...again. Ginny's mother had to be the most fertile person she knew. But Ginny didn't care. This just meant that she wouldn't be the youngest any more, and that was a plus. Unfortunately, as Malfoy always loved to point out, the Weasleys were not the riches people in the world. And after putting seven children through seven years at school, having two more wouldn't be easy. Things were going to be very tight. But they'd manage, like they always did. As long as they had a roof over their head and people under it that supported each other, things would work out. Unfortunately, one of those things was about to fade, or burn, rather, away.
~*~*~*~
Ginny walked along the dirt road that lead to her house. She had just been at the market, trying to find the foods her mother had insisted she go buy. Ginny still had the list in her hand, and shook her head a little whenever she read it. Her mother was pregnant, and was supposedly eating for three. On the list were things like pickles, chocolate, and mayonnaise, all of which Mrs. Weasley intended to mix together in a blender for some kind of a smoothie. But Ginny's mother also decided to be vague with comments on the list like, 'something sweet' and 'something salty.'
So Ginny did what she could for her mother and started to head home. She looked around, very aware that she and her family lived out in the middle of nowhere. They were miles from an actual city, and all she could see where trees. As Ginny kicked dust up all around her, she wondered what she was going to do now that she was out of Hogwarts. There was always a spot open in the Ministry, but that was of no interest of Ginny's. What she really wanted to do, she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to go somewhere exciting. Somewhere the complete opposite of where she was at the moment.
Right before her house came into view, Ginny could hear the faint sound of fire trucks in the distance. This set off a little panic switch in her head. As she rounded the corner, and the trees no longer obscured her vision, the Burrow came into view. It was engulfed in flames and fire trucks were surrounding it, all spraying long spouts of water on the growing fire.
Ginny ran the rest of the way home. Somewhere along the line, she had dropped the groceries, leaving them scattered on the road. As she got closer to her burning house, she could see her family standing on the lawn, and her mother sitting on the ground with her head in her hands.
"Ginny!" Mr. Weasley yelled happily, running up to his daughter and hugging her. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"What happened?" Ginny asked stupidly, staring dumb-struck at her home. Her eyes traveled to her mother, and her heart instantly broke.
"Mum, are you okay?" Ginny asked, kneeling down by her mother's side and putting a hand on her back.
"Gone." Mrs. Weasley sobbed. "Everything's gone."
"Mum, it's going to be okay." Ginny said comfortingly. Her mother practically glared at her.
"We barely had anything, and now that's gone." She said, whipping her tears with the back of her hand. "How are we going to be able to support two new children?"
Ginny looked helplessly up at her father, who always seemed to have the answers to everything. But not this time. He was looking very worried. And, as Ginny studied his face further, the bottom of her stomach fell out. He wasn't telling them something. And she instantly knew that they were going to be in more trouble then he would ever tell anyone.
~*~*~*~
After the fire was put out, there wasn't much left. Just ashes remained. So the Weasley's decided to rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron until they could find a new place to live. But Ginny suspected that they would be living above the Leaky Cauldron for a while. They didn't have enough money for a house, especially with two new addictions to the family.
It was these sort of thoughts that kept Ginny up late at night. Not to mention the constant snoring of her three brothers. She sighed and turned over on the cold stone floor. Ron, Fred, and George all insisted on taking the beds because they were older. Percy had moved out of the house by this point and her parents had a separate room.
Ginny knew that she would never get any sleep with all of these chainsaws going, so she tiptoed downstairs for some warm milk. Everyone had already gone home at this point, and no one was in the pub. Ginny traveled to the kitchen and soon emerged with a fresh glass of warm milk. The thought of this drink made Ginny a bit nauseous, but she'd do anything to sleep.
As Ginny was starting to walk to the stairs again, she heard urgent voices coming closer. She got the feeling that she shouldn't be there, and quickly ducked behind the bar counter. Soon after, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came bursting through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron, in the middle of a heated discussion.
"You've been with them for years, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said in a hushed voice.
"I know. But they said that they had to make some cuts." Mr. Weasley said. Ginny could tell by the tone of his voice that he was upset.
"But surly there were other people who the could have fired." Ginny's heart dropped. Her father was fired? "Like Lucius. Or someone who was less loyal."
"Molly, just drop it. I'll find another job." Mr. Weasley said, not sounding all that sure.
"Not soon enough." Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny couldn't see it, but her mother rubbed her pregnant stomach at this comment. "And you'll never find a job that pays as well."
"We'll manage." Mr. Weasley said, hugging his wife and kissing her belly. "Like we always do."
"That was luck." Mrs. Weasley pointed out. "And luck runs out."
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