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CHAPTER.1: PROLOGUE

A young women about the age of twenty lay crying on a small cot in a cold dungeon. She was remembering how she came to be in this cold dungeon prison and the mere memories brought tears to her beautiful dark forest green eyes. The young girl's parents Arthur and Molly Weasly had been killed by a deatheater.

Her brothers Bill, Charlie, George, and Fred had also been killed. Her brother Fred had died sacrificing his life for hers. Her brother Fred had pushed her out of the way when a deatheater had said 'Avada Kedavra' when she wasn't looking and had taken the killing curse himself.

Her brother Ron had gone missing along with his wife Hermione Granger Weasly. She could only hope they were together hiding from the horrible monsters that now ruled their world. Her bastard of a brother Percy had become a deatheater himself. She should have suspected it, he was always power hungry.

It was he who had murdered her parents, his own parents, when they refused to join Voldemort after Dumbledore had been tortured into insanity.

The last of her beloved brothers that had been murdered was Harry Potter. He wasn't really her brother but she had always loved and seen him as one. It was his death that brought down the wizarding world and made the Dark side win and gain power.

It was that fateful day almost two months ago on July 31st. Harry Potter had indeed died on his birthday, his 21st. birthday to be exact.

Ginny Weasly could still remember the high-pitched laugh of Lord Voldemort after he had said those two words ending the life of Harry Potter. That cruel laugh that would haunt her and many others, for the rest of their lives.