Disclaimer: Everything you recognise is J K Rowling's anything else is mine.
Authors note: Ok, this is just a taster of the story (sorry it's so short) as I'm not sure if I'm going to carry on with it. If you want more please please please Read and Review. Anyways Happy reading ….
Introduction:
The cold mist swept in between her ankles as she stared at the scene before her. What she had once known to be everything, was now nothing, nothing at all.
Her childhood memories were gone. She was now deprived of the happy days she led in her once innocent life. It was different. It had changed. But she was still the same person. And always would be.
She stood still, stunned by her surroundings. Her wand was in her right hand and the other was clenched in a tight fist, ready to lash out. But lash out at whom?
Sure, there were many people she could blame.
Her mother.
Her father.
Her brothers.
Her friends.
But really only one person was to blame for all this corruption in her life, Lord Voldemort.
A year ago she had been happy, she had been loved. But now he had taken away her loved ones and her happiness, and she doubted that she would ever win it back.
That year at Hogwarts had been the best of her life, almost. She had finally been dating the boy she had always wanted, Harry Potter. She had been in heaven for a mere few weeks, and then it started.
The first stable thing in her life started to fall, Dumbledore died, and after his death he brought every other good thing in her life crumbling down with him. Harry left her; despite their feelings, Hermione, Ron, and Harry left to destroy Voldemort, Hogwarts closed, Charlie and Bill mysteriously disappeared, Percy betrayed them. With Dumbledore gone Death eaters took the opportunity and Azkaban had been taken, causing the wizarding world to break down bit by bit in panic. But this time it was just too much for her.
Her home was destroyed. It was burnt to a cinder and by none other than death eaters themselves.
Tears fell as she stepped onto the ashes, searching for remains. She cried out for anyone, but no one replied. They were gone, all of them. Her family were dead or worse taken to hell itself, Azkaban. She stumbled and fell onto the ashes, covering her face, wet from tears, in grey ash. She landed on something hard. Her mother's clock.
She uncovered the clock and stared at the hands, each one pointing to the same thing, Mortal peril.
Her sobs grew louder as she looked at the clock more closely. As she read each family name memories flooded her mind. Good and bad, but either way memories of her family.
The family she would never see again, the family she would never talk to again.
She clutched the clock to her chest and rose onto her feet pocketing her wand. Her hands and face were all mucky with ash and dirt from the ground she had just fell onto, but that didn't matter to her anymore, not now she had nothing but her mother's clock and her wand left.
She had nowhere to go, no where to hide. She was hungry and tired, yet still she ventured aimlessly along, hoping to find something or someone to take care of her. From that day onwards, Ginny Weasley was alone.
That day was the day of Voldemort's second and final downfall. Harry Potter and his friends finally defeated the wizard moments after Ginny wandered down that path.
They had come a long way. They had found the remaining Horcruxes and destroyed them. And finally they had cornered Voldemort.
The last words the Dark Lord had heard were "Sometimes you have to choose between what is right and what is easy, you chose the wrong one…" and that sentence was followed by a blood curdling scream echoing from the dark dank walls.
Silence.
It was over.
