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Authors note: Ah yes, so here is the next chapter. I'm not really happy with this one, but I needed something to get the story to where I want it and this was all I could come up with. Sorry it's so short, but as I said it's basically a bridge to the next chapter. I'll try to make the next one extra long but don't expect it anytime soon (although I'll try to be quick) because exams are coming up and I need to get my History project finished, I only have two weeks left till deadline! Anyways, on with the story…

Ps: I'm still quite new to fan fiction and I know it might sound a bit silly, but could anybody tell be what a BETA is? Thanks…

Chapter 4: Pieces

The distance grows, I'm sinking down

And what I lost, it can't be found

Although I try

Can't find my way

Nothing is falling into place…

'You were never there for me like you said you would be…' the words went through her head repeatedly, each time louder than before. 'Like you said you would be… Like you said…' and it was true, he wasn't there for her, he hadn't been for a long time. That was the point though, he had said he would be, didn't that give her the right to walk out on him, like he had to her?

Honestly, if she had really thought about it the answer was no. But she was angry, and irrational and hurt, so the answer was yes, she did have the right.

Yet it still didn't give her the satisfaction as she had thought it would, she needed more.

Lilly set out down the alley way, heading towards Knockturn Alley. She knew just where to go, God forbid.

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Flash

"Where are your family now, Harry? No one to get you out this time, it's just you and me…I'm sure you're honoured."

"I've had better company to be honest" He whispered hoarsely, he didn't care about the consequences anymore; it was rather like a daily routine for him…

"Crucio!"

He screamed in agony, his nerves exploding in pain. He tried to brace himself, but he knew it was no good, the pain was too excruciating. It felt like it was going to go on for ever and ever and…

It stopped.

"Why do this to yourself, Potter? Why not just tell me? There's no point in protecting your family now, they've all forgotten about you. No-ones going to rescue you, so we've got all the time in the world."

He resisted the temptation to answer back, so she wouldn't curse him again. She did anyway and his body exploded. After all, Bellatrix Lestrange was a woman of little mercy.

Flash

His breathing became rapid as he shouted for his daughter. He called out her name again and again, but there was no answer, no one to calm his thoughts. He was alone in the ward, and he didn't like it.

His body was shaking and his eyes welled with tears as he screamed himself raw for Lilly. He worriedly looked around the room, the white walls feeling ever more intimidating. He had no space yet the ward was empty. He thrashed around screaming for anyone. His forehead grew sticky with sweat and his face pale and cold.

Suddenly a jolt of pain went through his body, setting his senses on fire. The pain was too much to handle as his body curled up into a ball, crying in pain. He could hear screams, of his mother and his father and another sound he had never heard before, a high ear-splitting screech of joy. A chill went down his spine and the pain increased tenfold.

I told you there was no escape Potter, didn't I?

He could hear voices, ones that he had only heard in dreams and nightmares…and another that he had only heard in battles, but the voice and the owner was long gone.

And there isn't. I will haunt you forever…murderer…

No! He couldn't take it, the pain was overpowering. He could feel his heart begin to falter and his lungs close tight because of his rapid breathing. The echoes of the screams grew louder, blocking out all other sounds. The ceiling above him spun around him as his body collapsed.

His world went black.

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"Vermin," They hissed.

"Blood traitor," They chanted

"Scum," They taunted.

They beat her, kicked, punched, and sneered at her. They felt no need to use magic; they found it more…satisfying to use physical violence. They twisted her arms behind her back and tied them with invisible rope. They pulled her off the hard cold ground, bruised and bleeding and pushed her through a door nearby. Once through the door they shut her in a small cold grey room, and bound her to the wall. They kept at least one person with her at all times, allowing them to torture and tease her to the brink of death, though not over.

They had other plans for her.

She was brought no food or water, just left there to endure the pain of torture. They broke and bent her bones, twisted and tore her skin up to shreds. But Lilly Potter was strong and she refused to give up.

Yet all she could do was wait and hope.

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It was all over the newspapers the next day. Famous Harry Potter was back from the dead, only to fall out with his only daughter, who went missing afterwards, followed by him having an attack. The Prophet had a field day. His relatives, however, did not.

Ginny sat at the Burrow's kitchen table, alone. She stared at the family clock, which through the years had sprouted more hands. Her eyes were focused on one hand only, Lilly's hand. Sure, if Harry's hand was up there she would have been looking at his too, but as he had been thought dead for the last few years there was no hand for him.

We'll have to get him one soon… she thought. But then was distracted by Lilly's hand that just moved from Mortal Peril to Travelling. Ginny gasped and silently watched for longer, hoping that it would suddenly move to Home, but it didn't: it just moved back to Mortal Peril again.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of where her daughter could be. Years ago she would have thought that there would be a chance that death eaters would have her, but she knew there were no death eaters left; not since Voldemort had been defeated.

So where was she? Ginny didn't know the answer, but she knew that her daughter was in danger, and no-one in the Weasley family had been placed in Mortal Peril for years – so it must be serious.

Ginny let out a sob, and covered her face with trembling hands. How could she have let it happen? If only she hadn't gone home to sleep none if this would've happened. It was all her fault and she would never forgive herself.

Salty tears trickled quietly down her pale freckled face. She was shaking with grief. So much had happened since that day Harry had come back.

She thought it was going to be all right, her life had been slowly falling into place, but then the pieces had been shattered again. Ginny couldn't help but think that all of it was her fault, and there was nothing she could do.

It was strange that even after death; Voldemort could still ruin people's lives. That he could still ruin her life.

There was no escape for her, no where to go, no one to go to. She was stuck in an abyss of pain and all because she had gone home to rest.

Where are you Lilly?

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Help me mum. She thought. Some-one, please.

She screamed in agony as another curse hit her. Her body tried to wrestle itself off the wall, but the binds were too strong. Her legs and arms writhed in pain, just making the torturers laugh even more.

Again they cursed her, using their cruel sport as entertainment. Her nerves were exploding, and there was no way out.

She couldn't help but think that this was another one of his broken promises. He had said that he would protect her always, then where was he?

"I'll ask you again, mudblood, where is your father?" a tall heavy-lidded woman spat.

Lilly caught her breath and managed to answer her interrogators hoarsely.

"I have no father."