Remembering

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You still remember the screams of anger, of hate. You can still see the rage burn through her eyes – the hand going up in warning.

You remember every bruise every cut. You can feel the tears as you cried yourself to sleep at night.

And so you wonder what you did to deserve it.

Your brain tunes out the happy memories of Saturdays spent shopping and having fun. There are so few of them that it isn't difficult or hard to do.

You can see the embarrassed looks from your friends as you were shouted at while they slept at your house.

You hate the pitying looks from onlookers as you are humiliated in the middle of the street.

But mainly you can see the smug look on her face as you curl up and cry in a corner.

That was when you were seven now your seventeen and you sleep in your dorm room wishing that the sun won't rise.

You hate every howler that comes your way, and wonder if you were a boy, would you be accepted?

So you dig around in your pockets and produce a cigarette - your last one. But you sigh in disbelief at the fact that you have no more matches. In the end you steal a candle from a nearby table and light it from that.

Somehow you end up in a muggle pub drinking vodka. You stumble to a dark doorway and curl up and try to sleep.

In the morning you again end up in another bar, this time drinking strong undiluted whiskey. All day you sit in a corner smoking cigarettes that you stole from a store. The smoke circles your face, clinging to you like a fly to honey.

Your dark hair normally straggly and dirty has been washed and the vibrant red stands out against the starkness of your face. You've transfigured the patched jeans, the frayed top and the scuffed trainers into a shining white dress and silver slippers.

You've sobered yourself up and sprayed yourself with perfume. You smile at the drunken whistle that come as you walk past the bar and make your way outside - not noticing the dark figure following you.

You make your way up to the roof of a tall building. Wondering how long it would take to reach the ground, you step onto the ledge.

Your arms are spread and in front of you the sun is setting. There is a small breeze that blows your dress around your legs.

You look back up to the sky and see the reddish gold rays of the sun start to fade. This is it. The thing you've been building up to for the last few days.

And you gracefully fall off the ledge, the ground rising quickly to meet you, but you feel at last peaceful, your dress flaps around you and the sequins catch the last lights. You sparkle like a fallen angel.

The end at last, you think. You're hurtling to the ground at an amazing speed and you can hear people screaming. You close your eyes anticipating the sweet relief but it never comes. You're sure you've stopped moving but you're not dead so you open your eyes and roll over. The crowd hold their breath in shock, some faint in surprise that you're still moving.

This cant be right you think. You look up and there stands you 'saviour' Draco sodding Malfoy.

"How many times do I have to save you Ginny?" he asks helping you up

"Come on" and I follow obediently.

Maybe, just maybe this is what could help me live again. Put away my past and start again, around people that actually care for me, mother me even…at least it will be better than my on mum.