A/N- Right! I have an idea for a new story! It will have chapters which is something new for me and if I get a little sidetracked at times, just tell me in a review and I'll steer the story back to the right track!
The song used in this chapter is Broken sung by Seether and Amy Lee. I thought seeing as the story is named Broken that the song was quite fitting!
I was going to put a summary but I think I'll just let you find out what has happened during the course of the story!
Broken
Chapter 1
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
"Mum? Are you in there Mum?"
Ginny quickly wiped her tears away and sat up on the spacious bed that occupied her bedroom.
"Yes, Darien-love. I'm in here."
Ginny watched as her bedroom door opened and her sixteen year old son sauntered into the room but upon seeing his mother in a heap on the bed moved hastily towards her with his arms out stretched so he could envelope her in his arms. Ginny crumpled onto his shoulder and sobs racked her body as she let loose the grief she had been holding back for years.
"Shh, Mum. It'll be alright. He was a bastard for leaving you like this!"
"Darien. I think it is time I told you the truth about your father."
Ginny moved so that she could face her son and look him in the eyes. Leaning against the pillows with Darien lying between her legs with his face and arms on her stomach so that he could look up at his mother, Ginny began to speak.
"Darien... Oh this is hard to say... Darien, your father didn't leave the two of usa of his own free will."
"What do you mean Mum? Didn't he just run away after you said that you wouldn't have a deatheater in the house?"
"No. Your father was never a coward when it came to loyalty. He knew where his loyalties lay, which was with us, but he had to decide between following in his father's footsteps and becoming a deatheater or his family which was only me at the time because I didn't know that I was pregnant with you until later."
Ginny paused for a moment to catch her breath and to see if she could remain calm enough to finish the story or not.
"Mum? Are you alright? Cause if you aren't you don't have to continue."
"I'm alright, love. Just needed a bit of a breather. Now where was I?"
"You were talking about how Dad had to choose between us and the deatheaters. He chose the deatheaters didn't he? I knew he would take the easy way out!"
"Darien please! I loved your father very much and he felt the same for me! He didn't shirk in his responsibilities. He knew that he had to keep us both safe and so he went to Professor Dumbledore for help."
"Professor Dumbledore? Is he the old man with the long beard that sometimes comes here to talk to you?"
"Yes, that's him. Now if you would stop interrupting every five seconds we might get to finish the story before you have to go out later."
"Oh, Mum, do I have to? Jessica Potter is so bloody irritating it's not funny! Bloody Potters!"
Ginny suddenly burst out laughing at Darien's outburst about the Potters. Darien gave her a funny look from his position on her lap and Ginny managed to slow her outright laughing to the occasional giggle.
"Sorry, Darien. Your father would say the exact same thing when he was younger..."
"Was he much like me Mum?"
"You definitely have his colouring. Same blond hair, same silvery grey eyes. You also have his arrogant personality but you have some of me in there somewhere because you show how you're feeling unlike your father who always bottled it up and then have them spill out later."
Ginny sighed and brushed away a stray tear.
"You miss him a lot."
"More than I care to admit but if you weren't around I probably would have ended my life ages ago."
Ginny took a deep breath and forced a smile at her son who was looking worriedly up at her.
"I'll continue shall I? Right, well Professor Dumbledore was very helpful and your father was able to join the Order of the Phoenix and become a spy for the Light side. Your father then had to join the Deatheaters which I wasn't too happy with but we had no other choice really. I was forced into hiding so that Voldemortand his band of cronies wouldn't know that your father had a weak spot. A few months after this you father was killed by an unknown person and that broke my heart until I learned that you were coming and that even though your father was dead I would still have a little piece of him with me."
"Mum, I know this is probably very hard for you but..."
"Yes, Darien?"
"I was wondering if you could tell me all about Dad and your lives before he was killed. If this is too much for you to handle you don't have to talk about it."
"Not right now, Dar but if you come back later tonight and I'm still up I might tell you. Now you had better go get ready or there will be no story at all!"
"Thanks Mum and if I'm still alive," Ginny snorted at this, "Don't laugh Mum, I'll be sure to find you."
With that, Darien sauntered out of the room shutting the door behind him. Ginny listened as he opened another door and a few seconds later the sound of running water could be heard.
Ginny turned to look out the window of her bedroom. From her position on the bed Ginny could see out over the park and the busy street that you had to cross to get to the park.
A droplet of water fell onto Ginny's lap as one thought ran through her head.
Draco, why aren't you here with me?
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A/N: There you go. I hope it wasn't too sad. I'm in the process of writing the second chapter so if you have any questions or comments on how I can make this story better let me know through a review!Ilona