A/n: Hey you guys! I can't believe it! Two chapters in ONE week! This has got to be a record! But with all of the wonderful reviews, and there have been a lot…25 in the first week! That's a personal record for myself. Anyway…I won't keep you waiting.
… The door swung open, and Ginny looked up from Nemone into the confused face of her mother. Her face when from confused to shocked sooner than you could say "Holy Hogwarts".
"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley said tears forming in her eyes. "Is that you?" Mrs. Weasley reached out and touched her daughters face. Ginny winced with the pain.
"Yes mum. It's me." Ginny said, her own tears falling from her eyes.
Mrs. Weasley pulled Ginny and Nemone inside and hugged her only daughter tight, but let go when she heard Ginny yelp in pain. She lit the room with a flick of her wand.
At that moment Mr. Weasley came trotting down the stairs. "Molly? What's all the commotion?" He asked sleepily. As his feet touched the bottom stair, he looked up and saw his estranged daughter standing there hand in hand with his granddaughter he hadn't see since before she could walk. "Ginny?" He asked disbelievingly.
"Yes dad. It's me." She said with a half smile, she was such a daddy's girl. "And Nemone." She finished as an after thought, and motioned toward Nemone.
Father and daughter looked into each others eyes for a moment longer, and then both stepped forward and embraced each other. She could feel the wet eyes of her father, on her shoulder. Ginny tried her hardest not to wince at the pain.
As Mrs. Weasley wiped yet more tears from her eyes, she looked at the clock and saw it was nearly two a.m. "Oh my goodness. Ginny, don't you think Nemone should be off to bed?"
Ginny looked away from her father to look at the clock for herself. "OH yes! What room should I put her up in?" Ginny asked.
"Oh you stay here and talk with your father. I'll take her up to Percy's old room." Mrs. Weasley offered.
Ginny nodded, and knelt down to Nemone's level.. "Hunny. I want you to go with Grandma, she'll get you a nice warm bed, and some P.J.'s ok?" Nemone nodded in agreement, and took her grandmothers hand. The pair trotted upstairs.
"Ginny. You're shivering." Mr. Weasley says after noticing.
"Hm…I guess I'm a bit cold." She replied shrugging it off.
"Non-sense. Here have this blanket." Mr. Weasley pulled her favorite blanket off the sofa and warped it around her. "And I'll make us up some tea." He said with a note of finality.
Ginny sat at the kitchen table as he busied himself with the kettle and water. "Dad?" she prodded slowly.
He turned to look at her. "I'm sorry I haven't…" She tried to say but he cut her off."Don't be sorry. You're hear now, that's all that matters." He said with a weak smile.
Ginny gave a small nod, and proceeded to say, "I've missed a lot in 3 years, haven't I?"
"That you have darling. Would you like to be filled in now or in the morning?" He asked sitting down on the chair adjacent to her, and setting a cup of tea in front of her.
Ginny added some sugar to her tea, and said "Now, if you don't mind. I've been out of it for so long."
"If you wish, it's no trouble at all." Mr. Weasley thought for a moment about where to being. "Well Ron and Hermione both work at the ministry. Ron works for the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and Hermione in the Department of Mysteries. Oh and they have a baby boy, well…not yet." He smiled brightly.
"Wow. Them, parents. I bet he'll be a cutie." Ginny said in a slight daze.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes has been even more successful that ever before, and a few weeks ago there was a double wedding for Fred and George to Angelina and Katie. We sent you an invitation, but I suspect you never got it."
"I was never aloud to get the mail." She said still in a daze. She was thinking about how, because of Desmon she missed her big brothers' weddings, and so much more.
"Bill and Charlie, are still up to the same old same old." Mr. Weasley finished.
"What about Harry?" Ginny added coming out of her trance.
Mr. Weasley's eyes dilated a bit, "What about him dear?" He said sympathetically.
"Have they found his body or anything yet?" She asked almost pleadingly.
"No." Mr. Weasley replied sadly, hanging his head slightly.
"Then there is still hope?" She asked lifting her head to look at her father.
"Ginny," He said taking her bruised and battered hands. "As much as I hate to say it, no. I don't think there is much hope left after 4 ½ years."
Ginny nodded again, a tear ran down her face, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.Mrs. Weasley came down the stairs and sat in the chair at the table opposite Mr. Weasley.
Nobody spoke for a few minutes, then Mrs. Weasley stared the conversation that would change Ginny's life forever.
"Ginny, what made you come back?" She asked. Ginny had concealed her bruises since this morning but now instead of explaining she slowly pulled out her wand and took the spell off her face, arms, legs, and all other visible parts of her body.
Mrs. Weasley gasped in horror. There were dark spots and scratches everywhere. Some more vivid than others, but they all hurt just the same. Mr. Weasley just stared open mouthed at their daughter.
Ginny ignored the reactions, that's not what she was aiming for. She didn't want pity. She simply said; "This one," and she pointed to the still bright red hand print on her left cheek. "This one made me come home." She finished.
"How long has this been going on?" Mr. Weasley asked getting a bit angry.
"Since about five months after we got married." She said hanging her head slightly.
Mrs. Weasley put her hand under her daughter's chin and lifted her head. Ginny flinched with the pain of it.
"Three years?" Mrs. Weasley asked astonished. "Why didn't you say something to us?"
"Mum. I couldn't he wouldn't let me have any contact with any of you after the first time, because I threatened to leave him. So he threatened my life, Nemone's life, and your lives. I didn't want any innocent parties to get hurt. And I suppose I thought I could deal with him." She explained chocking up again.
"Ginny…" Mr. Weasley started. "You are an innocent party in all of this too. You didn't do anything wrong." He finished.
"Do you know why it started dear? Maybe that will help." Mrs. Weasley asked, unsure of how to got about this.
Ginny thought a moment, and then remembered; "Five months after we were married I found out I can no longer have children because of Nemone. I don't know the details, but the day I told him was the first time he did…did this to me."
"He hasn't hurt Nemone has he?" Mr. Weasley asked enraged.
"No dad. Not to my knowledge, and in her four years on earth she has never kept anything from me." Ginny said trying to calm him down.
They sat in silence for a while, and Ginny sobbed quietly into her mothers shoulder. She sniffed loudly one more time and looked up.
"After that first time, he banned the use of magic in 'his' house, and said that when Nemone got her letter to Hogwarts she would not be going if it were the last thing he ever did." She said angrily. "Like he has any right to tell me what my daughter can do or not. She's a…She's a Potter for Gods sakes. She'll be brilliant at magic." She finished off with a low note of sadness in her voice, or was it loathing?
Mrs. Weasley looked stunned. "He just…he did this to you for no reason. He'd just…wail on you?" She had no idea how to say these things nicely.
Ginny sniffed again. "Not really for no reason. Things would set him off."
"What do you mean things would set him off?" Mr. Weasley asked, trying his hardest to stay composed.
"I mean…" She thought a moment. "I mean things like, he didn't think the house was clean enough, or I made something he didn't like for dinner. He would get all angry, and just…well…give me these."
Her parents were shocked. They thought he was such a nice man. They in no way preferred him over Harry, but seeing as he was no longer among the living, this proved to be a problem. So Desmon was second in line.
"He is insanely jealous of Harry. Every time he thought I was even thinking about him…" She didn't have to finish, the look in her eyes told them that he would beat her to a bloody pulp if she thought about him.
"Once he found my hidden box of pictures of him and I. That night he proceeded to find and burn all of my things associated with you guys and Harry. I was so scared for Nemone. But He left her alone."
"Ginny." Mr. Weasley said sternly. "You're mother and I will not rest until we get you justice, and he will wish he'd never been born." Her father finished with a loud bang of his fist on the table.
Ginny had a strange look on her face. A mixture of amusement, worry, admiration, and worry all at the same time. "Let's not worry about that now." She suggested. "You both look bushed. Why don't we go to bed, and we'll talk about it in the morning." She finished trying to sound cheerful.
"Of course, of course dear." Her mother agreed, with a quick glance to Mr. Weasley.
"Why don't you head up to your old room," Mr. Weasley suggested. "Your mother and I want to talk a bit longer."
Ginny sighed, and rubbed her temples a moment. "Ok dad." She said standing from her chair. "Goodnight mum." She said to her mother as she kissed her on the cheek. "'Night dad." She did the same to Mr. Weasley.
As she put her foot on the first stair, she turned back to her parents. "Mum? Dad?" She said looking at the floor.
"What is it dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked concerned. Mr. Weasley had the same look on his face.
"Um… Nemone and I can stay here a while, right? Just until I get back on my feet?" She asked nervously.
Mr. Weasley stood and walked over to his only daughter. "Of course you can stay. As long as you want." He said hugging her, Ginny tried not to react to the pain, she missed being hugged.
Mrs. Weasley got to her feet and she too went to her daughter and hugged her tight. "We've missed you so much, the longer you stay the happier we are."
"Thanks guys." She said with a weak smile. "I really appreciate this. Nemone and I really needed to get out of there."
"We know Gin. And we are going to do what ever it takes to make him pay." Mr. Weasley said. "Now get up to bed. It's way past your bedtime young lady." He finished in a mock authoritive voice. Ginny smiled for the fist time in ages.
Ginny walked slowly up the winding stairs to her childhood bedroom. These walls held so many memories, and so much happiness that it was almost painful.
She entered her bed room and looked around. If there hadn't been an anti-dust charm on the entire house her room would have been covered in it. Everything was exactly as it had been when she left it all those years ago to move in with Harry. The curtains of her windows were gently blowing with the warm summer breeze, her mother had apparently come in and opened the window to let in some fresh air, the bed linens too had been changed. They had last been her favorite set of Chuddly Canons sheets and blankets, but were now a set of a pastel floral print.
Ginny found a pair of pajamas set out for her, near the foot of the bed. She slowly changed into them, careful not to touch any sensitive spots.
As she climbed into bed, and turned on her side to stare out the window, she noticed on her bed side stand was a picture of Harry. She hadn't packed it because she had so many others. Now she had near to none, because of Desmon's rampage to destroy everything that made her happy. Harry's picture smiled lovingly at her, and was laughing. She had taken that picture, and behind her Hermione had tackled Ron and smothered him with kisses, that was why Harry was laughing.
She had to get out of this house. There were so many memories here. Everywhere she looked in the house it reminded her of him. But she had nowhere else to go.
Ginny silently cried herself to sleep.
Only moments after she had fallen into a sleep riddled with the horrible memory of Harry's death, the door squeaked slowly open, and a small beam of light from the hall outside spread across the room.
A small body shuffled its way to the side of Ginny's bed, dragging a blankie behind it.
Nemone hoisted herself upon the bed, and snuggled in with her mother. Before she fell asleep she too saw the picture of Harry, her father, on the bed side stand. She wished that she had known him. But as she fell into a deep sleep she felt content that everything would turn out right in the end.
A/n: Yay! No cliffy this time!!! Ok, so I didn't get this to you by Wednesday, or Thursday for that matter, but I had lots going on with my sisters graduation, and school. Exams approaching, need to study. But I promise I will try my utmost hardest to get this story finished by June 12th-ish. That is when I leave for the summer for Beaver Island, Michigan with no net hookup except for at the library, and we only get ½ hour at a defiantly not long enough to write a chapter.
Oh, and sorry for the short chapters. Trust me, it's better this way. It makes lost more sense, and you get more chapters. So REVIEW and you'll get more soon!
Oh, also…PLEASE forgive any spelling/grammar errors in this chapter. My loverly beta is out of town on a trip with no net access. I had to beta this myself. So…that's it, adios.