Ginny blanked out.
She had learnt it was the only way to remain sane, experience had taught her that when Harry came home drunk and violent it was in her best intrests to be passive.
Harry's screeched insults met deaf ears.
He was so sweet and caring when they had started out, but somewhere along the line Harry had become immune to emotion.
Maybe it had been when Ron's murdered body had been diced and owl posted to him by the sick death eater who had murdered her brother.
Or perhaps when Hermione had come back after being kidnapped. Bellatrix Lestrange had taken pleasure in removing the girl's voice box rendering her mute. Hermione informed them through writing that she had been starved, and raped several times by Severus Snape. This was all the information they had managed to extract from her before she succumbed to the comfort of insanity.
Of course the change from being 'the boy who lived' and fate's 'chosen one' to becoming 'the man who failed and took so many down with him' can't have been easy.
"You stupid little whore! Listen to me!"
The slap across Ginny's face informed her that the next stage of Harry's drunken routine was rearing its ugly head.
As Harry shoved her backwards into a wall of their dingy living room, he threw a hand around her fragile neck and forced her right up against the wall.
"I'm listening to you Harry! Get off me! Get o-"
Ginny gagged as Harry tightened his grip on her throat.
"You...will..." Harry punctuated each word with a sharp slap to the side of her face. "You...will...speak...to...me...with...respect"
Harry paused only to punch her in the stomach with his free hand, Ginny bent double trying to regain her breath.
"Understand?"
"y..yes" Ginny whimpered.
A poppy bruise was blooming across the side of her face and she was still finding it hard to breathe. She wanted so much to grab her wand and punish Harry for treating her the way he did but she couldn't, she couldn't kill the father of her child.
Her little girl, her sweet little girl.
Cordelia had auburn hair and deep sea green eyes, Ginny was sure she was the most loving and innocent two year old child ever to have lived, it made her heart melt just thinking of her daughter.
And now her perfect little creation was being subjected to her husbands wrath. Harry didn't care how scared it made Cordelia when he beat and raped her mother, he didn't give a shit whether a stray blow missed his wife and instead knocked his baby daughter unconscious.
At least little Cordelia was asleep now, Ginny had checked on her before Harry had come home. She had been smiling in her sleep again, it'd been so long since she had done that, a light dusting of cute freckles were just visible against the somewhat tanned skin of her chubby cheeks.
Ginny had kissed her baby's sleeping face and prepared herself for the beating she expected apon Harry's return.
And to think, she had loved Harry. Ginny thought bitterly as Harry pushed her to the floor.
But it wasn't the blow that shattered her cheekbone, or the painful thrusts of Harry inside her raping her again that reduced Ginny to tears, it was the fact that her child would suffer and Ginny's own stupidity at ever loving such a man.
But the truth was Ginny couldn't say if her love for Harry was a thing of the past, or if she still felt some sympathy for the broken man who had once treated her and her child so tenderly.