A/n: Holy crap it's been quite a while since I last updated anything, sorry to the people who still read my stuff.

Flashback to the past (part 2)

Ginny suddenly had goose bumps on her arms. She remembered how scared she was. She remembered what had happened in that room that forever changed her life. Until now, she still couldn't erase the dark, frightening thing from her memory. She probably never will. She reached under her pillow and took out a small, black and white photograph. The people in it were moving, smiling happily. There were twin boys, gently shoving each other in the front, the proud mother and father with bright smiles on their faces in the middle, two adult boys behind them, another boy with an arrogant smile beside them, and another boy with a confused look at the side. And at the bottom of the picture, there was a little girl, her hair in pigtails, trying to hide from everyone. Ginny breathed heavily and put it back underneath her pillow. She longed to be with that family once again, like nothing ever happened.

Ginny opened her eyes. What is this place? She thought to herself. How did I get here? She found herself in a medium-sized room with dimly lit lamps, a couple of tables and chairs, an enormous bookcase and a king-size bed in the middle of the room. She reached for a nearby table and used it to help her get up. Her head felt heavy, as if it was filled with boulders, and she wanted to vomit.

Suddenly there was a loud CRACK and a man dressed in black, expensive robes appeared in the room.

"I see you're finally awake," He smirked.

"What am I doing here? Where am I?" She demanded. She tried to yell, but her whole body was aching and she felt too weak.

"You talk far too much. I liked it better when you were sleeping," He picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"W – What do you want from me? You sick pervert!" She began to cry. She didn't know exactly what was going on, she felt the room spinning around her. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her. Her dress was ripped and torn and her hair was in a mess. She felt dirty.

"Oh Ginny, I don't like having to put you through this, but you're asking for it," He held out his wand and pointed it at her.

"P – please, let me go home. How long have I been here? Why are you doing this?" Her frustration and anger was building up inside her. She didn't know what to do. She was helpless against this, this monster.

"You know I can't let you go, how many times do I have to explain that to you?" He smiled and shook his head. "Oh right, I have to keep repeating myself whenever I use the memory charm on you."

"P – Please…" She cried. She clutched the blanket tightly and tried to move away. There was nowhere to go. She was trapped. She didn't know who this person was, but something about him made him so frightening.

He brushed his blond hair away from his face and revealed the grayest evil-filled eyes she had ever seen.

"You are my servant, and I am your master," He explained in a low voice, moving closer and closer to her. "If you would only co-operate with me and stop escaping, I wouldn't have to use my charms on you. Now, are you ready to do what I want without hesitating? Or do I have to remind you why?" He muttered "Crucio,"

Ginny woke up screaming. She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was 10:00 AM. Until now, she still had nightmares. She looked beside her and found a shirtless boy with messy brown hair, drooling on a pillow. He smelled of vodka and weed. She rolled her eyes and hopped out of the bed. Why are they living together? She often asks herself. He doesn't pay any of the rent, he doesn't buy any food, and he never helps out with any chores. The only contribution he has is that he was excellent in bed.

She made a cup of coffee and sat on the window seat. She loved to stare at the children playing outside. Then she watched the young mothers with their strollers pass by. If she was in the magic world, the kids would be playing on broomsticks and playing quidditch. But she wasn't. Ever since she started over, she stopped talking to her old friends. She made new friends, witches who refused to admit they were witches, and begun a whole new identity. The only time she was in the magic world was when her and her new friends visited Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade had many different products that the muggle world couldn't offer, but besides that, they saw no reason to interact with their fellow witches and wizards.

What am I thinking? Do I want to go back to that life? She asked herself. No, my life now is perfect. Then she shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. Who am I kidding? Everyday she would wake up in the morning and think of something good that has happened and she couldn't think of anything. Sure, her friends were sometimes kind and thoughtful, but they were different. They wouldn't understand her. All of them didn't regret at all the choices they have made in their lives. They didn't have the nagging feeling in their stomachs to return to their roots. She did. There was a constant pain in her chest that never left ever since she woke up in that room. Nothing made her happy. And to make the pain hurt more than it already did, he had to come back. He had to show himself and act as if everything was fine. Well it's not fine!

Suddenly, she heard a loud yawn coming from the bedroom. Great, he was up.

"GINNY? WHERE ARE YOU?" He bellowed.

"I'm in the living room!" She yelled back.

"Make me some food woman, I'm starving!"

"Cook your own damn food you lazy bastard," She replied. The man stomped his way into the living room, wearing a pair of red boxers.

"Come on baby," He smiled slyly. He walked towards her and nibbled at her ear.

She pushed him away. "Fine, get off me,"

He was taken aback. "What the fuck's your problem?"

She ignored him and opened the fridge. She took out 3 eggs and a Tupperware with leftover bacon inside.

"So where were you last night?" Her lazy roommate inquired as he placed himself comfortably on the couch and turned on the TV.

"I was tired, I didn't feel like going out," She responded. She cracked open the eggs and began to beat them furiously.

"Well I had a good time, met some new people," He told her as he surfed the channels.

"That's nice," She turned on the stove and placed a pan with oil on it.

"Tonight there's another thing at Clarissa's. You feeling better?" He looked at her curiously.

"Derrick, you can go fuck as many tramps as you want ok? I'm not going," She snapped.

"What the fuck's up your ass today?" He frowned. "Fine, do what you want."

"Here are your damn eggs," She took the pan and flung it at him. Then went to the bedroom and locked the door.