A/N: I'm back guys. I know this is a different story but I'm still suffering from writers block on my other stories. I know where they are going, but I need to figure out how to get there. If you have and ideas let me know. This just popped into my head, and I had to write it.
Disclaimer: Anything you see that you can connect to the Harry Potter novels I do not own, they belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliated companies.
***This first chapter is going to be from Ginny's point of view, I don't know about the rest yet.***
Life's TroublesLet me introduce myself. My name is Virginia Alexis Weasley. I'm just your normal 15-year-old witch. I go to school, study, receive average grades; you know the drill. However everybody know I'm different. Little Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, or the girl with the red hair, your there, Potters puppy dog, the Dream Teams tagalong. It's true, I used to follow them around and I still do even though they say I'm part of the group. If there is only one thing everybody truthfully know about me is this: I, Virginia Weasley, am Harry Potters girlfriend. Yes, you herd me right. Shy, little Ginny is the Boy Who Lived's girlfriend. If only they know what its like. It isn't all fun and glory like they think. Go ahead; take a look at my life from the point of view nobody sees…
"Ginny! Where the bloody hell have you been?!" yelled Harry, who had just walked into the common room, with out his sidekicks, causing Ginny to look up from her musings and drawings. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" He said as he walked toward the window seat where she was sitting.
"I've been here all morning Harry!" stated Ginny, standing up to face her boyfriend.
"Don't back talk me Ginny, you know I hate it! Jus shut your mouth. You should be apologizing for making me look all over for you! I told you earlier at lunch you were suppose to meet me in the Great Hall an hour ago!" He shouted, advancing and causing her to back up toward the roaring fireplace. He effectively pinned her there and place both of his hands on either side of her head on the mantle.
"Harry I didn't know! I've been in the common room all day except for breakfast. I wasn't even at lunch. Are you sure you weren't talking to somebody else Harry?"
"Shut up you dumb bitch! I wasn't talking to anybody else. Are you trying to imply I was cheating on my girlfriend you fucking slut?! If anybody was cheating on somebody it was you considering you've been missing for the last four hours! You were probably out shagging Zambini for all I know!" he shouted, raising his hand to slap her but was cut short as he herd his name being called.
"Harry!" said Ron, walking through the portrait hole, "Come her! I need you to help me find Hermione. We have double potions tomorrow, first thing and I know you need just as much help with that eight-foot essay Snape wants as I do. You can snog Ginny later. Lets go."
Finally pulling his eyes away from Ginny and smirking, he responded "I can can't I Ron? Com on lets go." And with that they both left without another word.
And this is my life folks. It's been like this for the past year. Nobody ever notices, I'm just invisible Ginny who has no friends and could commit suicide in the middle of the common room and nobody would notice. Not even my "over protective" brother notices how my boyfriend treats me. Everyday it's the same: get up, dressed, breakfast, yelled at by Harry and ignored by everybody else, classes, no lunch (Harry claims I'm too fat and I can't eat) more class, get smacked around by Harry, cover up my bruises, do homework, keep pushing Harry away when he decides its time I give him a good shag, cover up more bruises for disobeying him and sleep. I know Harry sleeps around because I wont give him any. Why do I put up with him you ask? I don't know maybe because I'm scared of what he will do if I try to break it off with him, or maybe its because I don't want to give up what I worked so hard to get, or possibly it's because, even through everything he put through I think I still love him. I'm not too sure. I do know however that I hate my life, maybe I should just end it now, then maybe Malfoy can use it against Ron to hurt him, not that I care. Wonder if Malfoy would care if I killed myself? Not that it matters or anything. Better go get presentable for diver. Later folks.
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Well, there's chapter 1 let me know what you think. I'll try my best with this story; send me some encouragement please. Hit that little button below and review por favor.