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Me and Emily  

By: Rachel Proctor

Floorboard's filled with baby toys,

An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.

Drivin' through the rain with no radio,

Tryin' not to wake her up.

Cell 'phone says "low battery",

God, what if I break down?

I'm just lookin' for an exit with a lotta lights,

A safe little interstate town.

Just a cheap hotel,

With a single bed,

And cable TV:

Is good enough for me an' Emily.

Some day, when she's old enough,

She's gonna start askin' questions about him.

Some kid at school brings his Dad for show an' tell,

An' gets her little mind a-wonderin':

"Where's my Daddy? Do I have one?

"Does he not love me like you do?"

Oh, maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us,

An' I'll tell her when she's old enough to know the truth.

Will it break her heart?

Will she understand,

That I had to leave?

That's what was best for me an' Emily.

That house was never clean enough; his dinner never warm enough.

Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy.

So, I guess, he gave me what he thought I deserved,

But it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her.

Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield,

An' I feel like they're laughin' at me.

Fin'lly the storm is lettin' up,

An' the mornin' is breakin' free.

It's a brand new day,

It's a second chance.

Yesterday is just a memory,

For me an' Emily.

Floorboard is filled with baby toys,

An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.

Least there's one good thing that he gave me,

An' she's startin' to wake up.

Ginny sat on her bed a few moments longer thinking about where she would be going. She had no money. Desmon controlled all of that. She did have a car. So she'd have to drive somewhere, but with no money, where would she go?

Then the thought struck her. The only place she could go would be home. "home" she thought. She missed home, and her family so much. Nemone had never really gotten to know them. She mentally struggled with herself about the decision. Home would mean explaining why. Explaining why would mean pressing charges against Desmon, there is no way Ginny's family would let him get away with this. Going home could mean danger to her family, that she loved dearly. Desmon would be furious.

What if they didn't want her back? She hadn't spoken to any of them in three years. She hadn't gotten as much as a birthday or Christmas card in those three years, but that might have had something to do with the fact that she was forbidden to get the mail. Desmon always got it after work. The last time she had gotten the mail was three years ago, and there had been a birthday card for Nemone. That evening when Desmon came home she ended up with a broken arm. She never got the mail again.

Home to her family was the only place she had to go. If they didn't want her she make it somehow. Ginny stood up and was about to exit her bedroom to help Nemone pack, when she doubled back, picked up the picture of her wedding day to Desmon, and threw it into the garbage next to the dresser, shattering it into pieces. Ginny grinned to herself.

Before leaving the room she set a packing charm on the room, and shut the door behind her. She walked down the hall to Nemone's bedroom. She stopped at the door which was half closed. She would see Nemone in her room randomly putting cloths, toys, and books into her bag, not bothering to fold the cloths or anything. Ginny smiled to herself.

Nemone was so much like Harry, and she was only four-years-old. Nemone was defiantly a tomboy. From the time she could walk she was playing the rough sports, watching football with Desmon, and she never wanted anything to do with dresses, or dolls. She loved Nemone for so many reasons. One she was her daughter, and for that reason alone she would always love her. Also because she reminded her some much of Harry. She missed him so much, everyday. She thought of him constantly. And it didn't help that when she looked into Nemone's eyes she saw Harry staring back at her. Nemone was a perfect blend of Harry and Ginny. So perfect, just like them. She knew even though she was only four-years-old she needed to know the truth. Ginny couldn't stand the thought of Nemone growing up thinking that despicable man, that muggle Desmon was her father. Ginny never held the muggle fact against Desmon, but today she realized Nemone needed to know her roots, where she really came from. Today was the day.

Ginny pushed open her bedroom door slowly and said with a smile, "Nem, don't you think you should fold your clothes?"

"Nope." Nemone said absentmindedly throwing another pair of jeans into her bag.

"Why don't you just hand me your stuff and I'll help you fold them." Ginny suggested pulling the clothes that Nemone already threw into the bag and folding them. She knew she could just set a packing charm on the room, but now, at this moment was not the time to tell her. As soon as they were out of this house, and somewhere quiet. The last thing Ginny wanted was for Nemone's memory of finding out she was a witch to be in this house.

Nemone agreed with Ginny and began handing her cloths. "Mummy? Why are we leaving? How long are we going? When will we be back? Does daddy know?" Nemone asked. She was at that age where she asked a million questions about everything.

Ginny frowned slightly, but did it while folding a jumper so, as Nemone didn't see. "We are leaving because we have to, I don't know how long we will be gone, and no daddy doesn't know." Ginny answered truthfully. She wasn't going to lie, but she couldn't really tell Nemone they were leaving because 'daddy' beat her, could she?

An hour and a half later they were done with Nemone's clothes and the few material belongings Ginny would let her bring. Ginny sent Nemone downstairs while she went to her room to gather her bags.

As she left her bedroom she stopped and backtracked. She had just remembered about the 'emergency' stash of cash in the closet. She walked into the large closet and stood on a stool. She turned the dial on the safe. 12…23…34. It clicked and she pulled the door open. She grabbed the envelope labeled "emergency" and as an after thought grabbed Nemone's birth certificate. She counted the cash. £75. "What an emergency stash" she thought, scoffing to herself.

As she stepped down from the stool she wondered if the backing charm had packed her photo album. She walked over to her bed and looked under the bed. It hadn't. Glad she though to look, she snagged it, shoved it onto her bag, and exited the room.

When she arrived downstairs she found Nemone sitting on the sofa watching an episode of SpongeBob. "Come on Nemone. It's time to go." She said, with a slight sigh.

Nemone reached for the remote and clicked off the TV. "Ok mummy." They walked out of the house, and after exiting the front door Ginny turned around to look inside the house that had caused her so much hell for the last three years. She slammed the door shut and walked briskly to her car.

Ginny had to admit she as lucky today. Most days Desmon took the keys to her car so she couldn't leave. He had forgotten, in his haste to leave this morning. She put all of their bags into the boot of the car and made sure Nemone was secured in her safety seat next to her. She backed out of the driveway and didn't look back. Things were looking up for the two of them.

Several hours later they came to a stop at a park. "Mummy. Why are we stopping?" Nemone asks cocking her head to one side and looking at her mother.

"Are you hungry?" Ginny asked with a smile. That was the exact same way Harry looked when he was confused

"Yes!" Nemone responded with a smile. This time Ginny's heart broke a little bit. That was Harry's smile too, and she missed it so much. Before taking Nemone out of her safety seat she went round the back of the car to the boot and pulled out the emergency money, and the photo album.

"We'll have two hotdogs. Mustard, ketchup, and relish only please" Ginny said to the man at the cart, and handed him the money. Ginny found them an empty picnic table under a large old oak tree. It reminded her of the one out in front of her and Harry's house all those years ago. "This is going to be hard," she thought. She had no idea how she was going to start.

"Mummy. Are we leaving because of daddy?" Nemone asked curiously.

Ginny was shocked. Well that settled how to start the conversation. "Why do you think that dear?" Ginny asked, then taking a bit of her hotdog.

"This morning I woke up by daddy yelling. So I got up and looked into the kitchen from over the railing, and I saw daddy throw things, and hurt you. Why did he do those things mummy? I've seen it before, and your marks. Doesn't he love you?" She asked swinging her legs.

Ginny was shocked again. How much had she seen? Had she seen her use magic? She didn't think so. "I don't know why he does those things to me." She said searching for an easy way to say these things.

"Are we ever going back?" She asked. Ginny was impressed with her daughter. She was obviously wise beyond her four years.

"No Hun. I don't think we'll ever go back." Ginny answered truthfully. "I have a few things to tell you, and some things to show you." Ginny said, not sure if this was the best way to say it.

Ginny took a deep breath and began. "Nemone. I'm not sure how to put this, or if you're even old enough to understand, but…" Ginny paused, and Nemone looked up at her. She had to know the truth about Harry, and what she was. "Nemone. You're a witch." She said.

"A what?" She said innocently. Ginny had always sheltered her from the world of fairy tales about witches and magic, not of course on her wishes, but on Desmon's.

"You can do magic" Ginny said with a weak smile to her daughter. "Well…" Ginny continued, "Not until you turn eleven. But regardless you're a witch, and when you turn eleven you will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" she said, and explained all about Hogwarts.

Nemone sat in her spot thinking, and then took another bite from her hotdog. She was a bit young to know what this meant, but Ginny thought she got the vague idea.

"Also, daddy…he's not really your daddy." Ginny said, thinking how dumb that sounded.

"What? How can daddy not be daddy?" Nemone asked.

Ginny pulled out the photo album and turned to one of the pictures in the middle of just Harry. "He…" Ginny said, "...is your daddy."

"How is he my daddy? I've never seen him before." Nemone asked truly confused.

"The reason for that Nemone is very sad..." Ginny said tears welling in her eyes. "The reason you never met him, your daddy, is because he died before you were born." Ginny continued blinking away the threatening tears.

Nemone still looked a bit confused, but Ginny could see her processing this information in her mind, she had the same look Harry had when he concentrated hard on something. "And Desmon, the man you know as your daddy, I met when you were one, and you couldn't possibly remember that."

Nemone suddenly looked up into Ginny's eyes, and said; "How did daddy die?"

This warmed Ginny's heart beyond belief. Nemone referenced Harry as 'daddy' for the first time. Ginny began telling the story of Voldemort coming to power, and killing Harry's parents. Pausing to answer her questions and show her pictures of Lilly and James.

She told Nemone the stories of their Hogwarts years and how She and Harry had fallen in love. And through falling tears how she had discovered she was pregnant on the day her daddy died, and that his body was never found. But that Voldemort would never return because of what her daddy did.

Ginny turned more pages in her photo album to introduce Nemone to her family. She showed her pictures of Molly and Arthur, explaining about them. She stared with the oldest of her siblings, Bill, whom she explained worked at Gringotts wizard bank. Nemone listened intently.

She moved on to Charlie, whom she explained worked with dragons all over the world. Nemone found this fascinating. She asked a million questions about dragons, and about other magical creatures.

Percy came next, but there wasn't much about him since he still hadn't talked to the family.

Fred and George were next. She explained about how they left Hogwarts to open Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She spoke very fondly of Fred and George.

Lastly was Ron. She truly missed Ron the most, because he was so close to Harry, and she and Ron had always gotten along well, and they seemed to have a bond close to that of the twins. She explained about how Ron had been Harry's best friend, and he had married Hermione, Harry's other best friend. She had no idea what those two were doing as careers. She had been forced to cut her ties with them before either of the pursued their goals.

When Ginny had finally finished, Nemone asked; "Will I ever meet them?"

"As a matter of fact darling we are. That is where we are going. This time tomorrow we shall be starting anew." Ginny said letting a lone tear run down her cheek.

Nemone got up and went over to her mothers' side of the table, and hugged her tight. "I love you mummy." She said simply. They stay there a while, hugging and Ginny stroking Nemone's hair.

As the afternoon became cooler Ginny decided it was time to be on the road again. She loaded Nemone into her safety seat, and they were on the road again. It was a long drive to where the home of her childhood, and parents was still located.

As night fell she heard Nemone's soft rhythmic breathing as she fell asleep. Sleep sounded so good right then, but they did not have enough money for a hotel room, so she pulled into a gas station and bought a few bottles of coke, and a cup of coffee. Only a few more hours to go.

As it began to rain she felt the sorrow of the past being washed away, and hope for the future growing as the new spring plant life.

Nemone now knew the truth and accepted it. The last hurtle to overcome was explaining this all to her family.

This hurtle grew closer and closer as she started to recognize where she was. She was only about ten minutes from her childhood home. Her heart raced faster and faster. It was closing on 11pm. She had been out of her home for more than 12 hours. Desmon would be home by now. She wondered what he was thinking, before shaking the thought out of her mind. She didn't care what he thought, or how he felt. She was free, and nothing would ever make her go back to that hell.

She turned on the blinker to pull into the drive of the Weasley home. A faint glow of light came from the window she remembered as the kitchen; it had to be her mother.

Ginny woke Nemone, and got out of the car. It was still pouring rain. She went around to the boot, but changed her mind about getting the bags just then. She released Nemone from her safety seat, and held her hand as they walked up the front walk to the door and knocked.

She heard quick footsteps coming to the door and the knobbed turned. The door swung open…

A/n: Oh….cliffy! Sorry about that. But I just had to do a cliffy. Keeps you coming back to read more, and hopefully makes you review. I really hope you liked this chapter. Review to let me know. And I apologize for last chapter having a bit of present tense in it. I didn't mean to, and I should have gone back to fix it. If you're reviews are kind and wonderful as they were for chapter one, I can guarantee chapter three by….oh lets say…Wednesday, and at the latest, Thursday.