New Blood, New Life.

Disclaimer: I wish I was J.K. Rowling but we all know its not true so these characters do not belong to me.

Summary: Ginny lost everything. Her home, her family, her whole life gone. Waking up in a strange place, Ginny feels helpless and lost. But is that what she felt like before anyway? Could this actually be what she wanted all along?

How could he? Honestly how could he? Just leave her here to rot. Protect her? From what? Things that where going to get her anyway just for being with him in the first place? It didn't matter anymore anyway. Who ever won was no concern to her anymore. Her heart was completely shattered and there was nothing she could do about it. Just sit there and cry. What kind of life was that? Not a very good one but that's what she planned to do. She would be no help in the war, well not on the side she was on anyway. They would protect her until the day they all died protecting her like she was some glass doll. They only paid attention to her to make sure she didn't do anything like what happened in first year. Oh god help them all if she made a mistake like that again. One that no one seemed to realize was even her fault. It didn't matter anymore though, nothing did. There was no hope. She would live the rest of her life just sitting there doing nothing. Being completely helpless even though she was capable of doing so much more. No one else seemed to care so why she? So she did what any logical teenager would do, she got drunk. She left the house and walked around with a fire whisky bottle in one hand and one of her brother's sharp jack knives in the other. Her wand was stuck inside her blue pj shorts and her white tank top didn't protect her at all from the cold. Even though it was July it was still 3 in the morning and very cold for what she was wearing. She wasn't bothered by the cold, it was calming, soothing even. The wind blew her silky red locks but she didn't care. She finally seemed to reach her destination after about 20 minutes of walking. It was a tree by a beautiful lake. She sat down by the lake and looked at the knife. With another swing of her fire whisky bottle, she gently pressed the knife against her tender flesh. It was a sensation she had never before experienced. She pressed harder and made a sharp cut against the skin. She kept digging into her skin, making her bleed more than she ever had before then. It was kind of like a high, and she never wanted it to stop. It eventually did stop though and blackness overtook her for what she hoped for the last time. She was wrong however.

"I want no survivors on this mission, do you hear that?" The Dark Lord's voice rang out.

There was a course of "Yes Master" throughout the crowd.

"But master Harry Potter is not there, and neither are his companions." A voice rang out among the crowd.

"SILENCE!" He bellowed. "No one questions me, do you understand that? But to answer your question I know they're not but anyone who sides with Potter must die, and that includes the Weasley family. And for you ignorance, Crucio!" The Dark Lord said with menace in his voice.

His screams didn't last long, they had work to do. The party headed out of the castle and to the Weasley's residence. It took longer then a normal house usually would, and the alarm sounded off sometime during the night also, signaling that Aurors would show up at any minutes. Th e Death Eaters quickly left the house and placed the Dark Mark over the house.

"Are you sure we got everyone?" One guy asked as they came to a clearing by a lake to make sure everyone was still there, and in one piece.

"No, I think we forgot one." Another said, pointing to the youngest, and now only Wealsey left.

They crowded around her like she was an animal.

"Looks like we didn't need to do anything." The other one said picking up the knife.

They didn't have any more time to ponder it though because the Dark Lord had just arrived. They all bowed.

"Is everyone dead?" His voice rang out over the Death Eaters.

"Well, we think so yes." One spoke up timidly.

"YOU THINK SO! I can't afford thinking, I have to KNOW."

"Well the thing is, the youngest one is here, and she may be dead but not by our doing." The one that still had her knife in his hand said.

"Well we haven't much time bring her back to the castle with us." The Dark Lord said after thinking it over.

"As entertainment?" One of the men asked eyeing her attire.

"NO, as a guest. Now hurry up before you all get caught." With that the Dark Lord disappeared.

A/n: Hmm.. I know I shouldn't be starting a new fic already but the idea just came up and kicked me in the ass so I decided I had to. I seem to be starting depressing fics don't I now? Anyway ideas are welcomed, flames will be burnt and betas are appreciated.