A/N- This story is going to suck, because I just haven't gotten around to writing lately.
Sorry in advance, Jill
Summary-Post OotPVoldemort rules, how will Ginny, the last Weasley, cope when she is taken to a new and unusual place?
Harry Potter. The boy who lived. How could this have happened? It wasn't supposed to end like this. No. No more despair. The mourning must come to an end. Torture and sadness. How did it end up like this?
-Flashback-
"Harry, if you go in there, you could get killed!" Ginny cried out to the stubborn 17 year old teenager.
"I have to do it, Gin, you don't get it, I am the only one who can defeat him." Harry tried desperately to convince Ginny it was the only way.
Ginerva Weasley was the only witness other than the Dark Lord himself. Harry Potter fell that night. His willingness and determination just did not pay off in his final hour.
After intense battling, Potter finally fell. The darkness was overwhelming as Ginerva Weasley's eyes darted from the wand to the floor on which Harry was laying.
The night Harry Potter fell was the night the horror and misery began
-End of Flashback-
She lay in her bed, silent and still. Trying to ignore the fighting and spell casting outside her broken window. Ginerva Weasley was a broken soul; her heart shattered as her one and seemed to be only love died.
One may imagine a hard time for the poor 20 year old. Her auburn hair no longer glinted in the sunlight, for she never stepped foot outside. If she needed supplies, she would apparate to the nearest shop where she could purchase anything she wanted, with the little money she had.
At first, the grieving was not as intense, for the ever-lasting depression had not yet set in. Harry left all his possessions and money to the Weasley family, who unfortunately could not receive the money.
Once Voldemort took over, many Ministry members were sent to Azkaban. All the brothers and Arthur were sentenced to life in Prison. Molly was sent to be a chef for the Lord, but soon failed.
Ginny was the only member of her family who managed to slip past Voldemorts rules. She decided to comply with the Dark Lord's wishes, so she got out of Azkaban in a matter of years.
Half of Ginny's life was spent slowly rotting away in a prison cell.
Many would think her life would have changed after the sentence, but she stayed cooped up in her flat, wasting the days away.
Harry Potter was the only thing-person-which made Ginny happy, and he has been gone for as long as it matters.
As Ginerva began her day, she slowly got out of bed and stumbled still half-asleep to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair.
She crept through the house and pulled shut all the window shades, careful now to let any sunlight in once the sun rose. Even through the walls could she hear yelling and screams of panic.
As Ginny scuffled her way about, a sharp knock came from her front door.
She dropped the knife she was using to butter her toast and ran under her desk. The last time someone knocked it was the bearer of bad news about Molly passing under the pressure. Ginny no longer told anyone where she lived and was scared to walk over to the door.
Ginny peeked at the vintage Weasley clock and found Ron's hand was facing towards home instead of "trouble".
Ginny jumped up and lunged for the door. As she opened it sunlight streamed though her flat and large gruff hands grabbed her until it was black.
