A/n: Yay! My muses have returned to me! I don't have much to say here, except enjoy and review

Title: Sorrow, Pain, and Miracles.

Summery: It all began when Ginny discovered she was pregnant. She discovered Harry was dead, and married a muggle. But is he really gone? Her muggle husband bans the use of magic and more. What will happen? Find out inside.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Violence

"Harry! Harry!" Ginny called while walking through the misty house, she couldn't find him anywhere. She had to talk to him. She had the best news ever.

"Harry? Where are you? I really need to talk to you…" She continued thinking how much she would love to have the clock she had in her childhood home. However in the home she now shared with long term boyfriend Harry Potter, she did not have such a luxury.

Ginny then began to panic. She had never been able to not find him before. They had never spent a night part since they moved in, two years ago.

She hadn't been expecting him home so soon. He had gone off on yet another tip about Voldemort, being at full power Harry was always on call. However, while she had been upstairs in the bathroom she thought she heard the front door open, and Harry walk in. But as she walked through the misty house, she didn't see hide or hair of him.

She really needed to tell him. When she thought she heard him come in she had been in the bathroom taking a test. She thought she might be pregnant. But when she thought she heard Harry come home she was going to wait to do it until he was there with her.

Suddenly there was an owl in her kitchen and she saw it drop the Daily Prophet on the table. She walked over to it and as soon as she looked at it she had to sit down. For she had seen in large, bold, red font: "Harry Potter Dead".

She screamed, and started to cry uncontrollably. How could this be happening? The love of her life gone. They had plans to marry, only they hadn't told the family yet. And what if she was pregnant? She would be raising it alone…

Suddenly Ginny's eyes opened. She could feel the cold sweat on her face mixed with the sting of tears. Then she realizes that she should have been awake an hour ago. She looked over at Desmon, her husband. Thank God she hadn't woken him up.

She gets up quietly as possible and sneaks into the bathroom. She stands in front of the mirror examining her self. She touched the darkened spots on her face and winced with the pain. She pulled her wand out of her dressing gown and concealed them, and used a numbing charm on them.

After washing her face she sneaks quietly downstairs and begins to make breakfast. She decides to use magic so that it will be done on time for Desmon when he gets up.

Ginny is busily working away at making breakfast as Desmon descends the staircase and enters the kitchen. He takes one look at Ginny and says, "Jesus Ginny, you could at least look presentable to me when I first see you. Is that so hard?" Ginny doesn't respond. She's used to this every morning by now.

Desmon sits in his chair at the kitchen table. He picks up the London Post and begins to read. After a few minutes of reading and listening to Ginny work around the kitchen says, "Where's my coffee?"

"A good-morning would have been nice" She thought in her head, but knew better than to say it out loud. "Yes dear" was all that came out of her mouth. She grabs his plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, as well as a cup of coffee and sets them in front of him. He mumbles something that sounds like "about time".

Ginny's heart races. She used magic to make his breakfast, she know he can taste the difference. She can't tell the difference, but that might be because she grew up on magically prepared food.

She leans against the counter as she watches him pick up his fork and place a fork full of eggs and bacon into his mouth. She can feel her heart beating faster. Suddenly her heart sinks to her feet. His face contorts as he swallows.

Desmon stands up slowly and approaches Ginny. He gets a bit to close to her, and she feels like she is in quite a bit of danger. She looks around for an escape. No luck. Suddenly there is a sharp stinking slap to the side of her face. He had slapped her, so had he left a handprint from her ear to her chin. Tears blurred her eyes, and stung the wound.

"How many times Ginny? How many times to I have to tell you I will not tolerate magic being used in my house? Especially being used to make the food I consume?" He spat out at her.

Through tears she squeaks out, "I woke up late after a bad dream. I wanted it to be done on time." She looked down at her feet fighting back more tears.

"You know I don't like magic in my house. What if Nemone had seen you? I'd like to see you explain that one." He said with an evil grin on his face.

"Desmon, she's four. She's to young to know what's going on." She tried to explain.

"That's not the point. I don't like it in my house, and I won't stand for it." He said his face reddening. He tried to hand the plate and mug back, but she didn't take it. Desmons face reddened even more. He gets frustrated and smashes the plate against the wall.

Ginny's old Weasley temper flared inside her. "You don't seem to mind when I use magic to conceal these." She said smartly and unconcealed her face showing at least a dozen bark purple and blue marks, along with the fresh handprint. "Or these." She said again, un-concealing the marks on her arms, legs, and wrists.

Desmon was furious. He couldn't believe she was saying this. He fisted his hand, pulled back and punched Ginny square in the eye, sending her to the floor.

Ginny tried her hardest but couldn't help it. She balled. She cried with the pain and sorrow she felt. He stepped over her to walk out the front door. She heard the car start, and roll out the driveway.

Ginny stood up and tried to put weight on her left ankle but it hurt to badly. She could tell it was sprained. She grabbed her wand and quickly healed it.

Ginny set the kitchen to work on cleaning its self. She slowly ascended the stairs and made her way into the bedroom she shared with Desmon. She hated going in there, so many horrible things happen there. She shuddered at the thought.

Ginny slowly sits on her bed and stares in the mirror across from her hanging on the wall above the dresser. The bruises cover her face, and the handprint still stings. Tears fall down her cheeks again.

Ginny bends down and pulls a book out from under the bed; it's a photo album from year's back. She managed to hide it from Desmon's warpath on destroying every happy memory of her past.

She opened to the first page. It was a picture of her, Ron, Hermione, and Harry, together in the common room in front of the fire. The older three were in their seventh years at Hogwarts, and she was in her six. Voldemort was gaining in power everyday that year. You could plainly see the concern on Harry's face. All of their faces for that matter, but Harry's, the most. Years later Harry told her the only thing that got him through that time was, knowing she would always be there for him. Harry had fallen in love with her that year.

Ginny turned the page again and saw a picture of just her and Harry in the Shrieking Shack, snuggling on a sofa. During Ginny's seventh year and Harry's first and most extensive year of Auror training, they would often meet here. She missed him so much. Her heart broke so again and again looking at that picture; she had to turn the page.

The next picture was of Ron and Hermione's wedding. This made Ginny cry even harder. She missed her family so much, but Desmon had made her cut off all ties with them. How had she gotten herself into this mess? She thought for the millionth time that month.

Ginny flipped the page again, and saw Harry's announcement of death. This always calmed her down a bit. For the article said that his body was never found, so there was maybe some hope but not much, there were witnesses in the battle that saw his body. The article was very complimentary to him; he had died to save the wizarding race it said. He died, but in doing so Voldemort can never return.

Ginny turned that page over to see a picture of herself smiling weakly at the camera and holding a very pregnant stomach. That dream she had over and over again, about finding out Harry had died had been right. It wasn't merely a dream it was true. The next day she took the test alone, and found out she was pregnant with Harry's child.

Ginny skipped a few pages, and looked at a picture of herself a year or so later and saw a somewhat happier Ginny, holding a one year old child she knew as her beloved Nemone. Vivid red hair, like her mother, and brilliant emerald eyes like her father, Nemone Potter was the best thing Ginny had, had going for her for the last three years. She recalled that at the time of this picture she had just met Desmon, and he was charming her like well…a wizard. Even if he wasn't. Ginny had met Desmon while on a trip to Muggle London with Nemone and the hit it off right away. She was the most wonderful Muggle she had ever met, and for the first time in almost two years she had been happy.

Ginny turned to the last page in the album. It was a picture of Her and Desmon's wedding. She was smiling and crying at the same time. Smiling because she thought she'd finally be happy again, and crying because that day should have been with Harry.

Ginny recalled that 5 months after being married to Desmon they had discovered she was infertile. She could never bare children again. That was when Desmon put a ban on Ginny using magic, and had said that Nemone would never go to Hogwarts.

That was it. Nemone is a Potter for God's sake and she will go to Hogwarts if it's the last thing Ginny does. Ginny sits there crying silently. This is going to be hard. Suddenly she hears the soft footsteps of a four-year-old in the hallway.

"Mummy?" Nemone asked quietly. "Why are you crying."

Ginny quickly conceals her wounds before she scares Nemone.

"Hun. I need you to listen to me. Go in your room and start packing. I'll be in there in a bit. We are leaving." Ginny said sweetly.

"What about Daddy?" Nemone asked.

Ginny hated that. Desmon was not her father, but insisted he be called Dad, Daddy, and Father. Harry was Nemone's father, and nothing would ever change that. "When she's old enough" Ginny thought "I'll tell her the truth"

"Don't worry about Daddy, Nem. He'll be fine. Just go pack." She said rubbing her temples.

"Ok Mummy." Nemone said cheerily trotting back to her room with her trademark blankie being dragged behind her.

A/n: Ok what do you guys think? Review and I'll have chapter 2 up ASAP!!!