Ginny barely made home alive. Even with her magic supporting her, she was still in a comatose state when she reached her bedroom window. Back when she was doing this regularly, she usually landed in the garden, put the broom in the shed and then came back in the house through the front door. And in the case where she couldn't stand, let alone walk, she went into the house through her bedroom window and the next morning found an excuse to go near the shed to stow the broom.
However, that night it didn't go as planned. She still couldn't see properly and because of that she missed her window and went crashing into the wall. It made a lot of noise and she could hear her parents' loud footsteps coming towards her bedroom to investigate. She had to find a solution and quickly! In any case, her parents were going to find her on the broom. She had not enough time to get in her bed and pretend she was sleeping. She could not hide the state she was in either. Right as her mother opened her door, she went into her room still on the broom.
"Ginny, in the name of Merlin...WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?"
Ginny was spent and had no energy left to answer her mother. She slid down the broom until she was in a lying position on the floor. Her mother rushed to her side, trying to take in the damage. She was about to cry. Ginny, wanting to reassure her mother, took her hand into hers and said in her strongest voice the only excuse she could think of:
"Mum, don't worry, I'm okay, I wanted to try out Ron's broom for years now, so I sneaked outside, but I couldn't control it and I fell down. I'm sorry it's all my fault."
Her mother seemed to by her excuse as she relaxed and started to tend to her injuries. She was glad her dad or Ron wasn't there. She wouldn't want everyone to see her in such a weakened state. She could say a lot of things about her mother, but one of her strong point was her capacity to heal amazingly her children. Ginny could feel the last bones her magic hadn't healed being straightened up. The blood on her clothes disappeared, and she could feel her lower part again. She could see her mother didn't understand how she had broken her pelvis bones during her fall, but she had no desire to explain it to her, and she hoped her mother will soon forget it. She was already relieved she hadn't seen her scars.
That night was not only traumatizing for Ginny because of her return to Crow and him discovering her magic, it also marked a turning point in Ginny's relation with her family. Her mother hadn't said anything much after healing her, telling her to go back to sleep, but the next morning the consequences made themselves known. Her parents had cornered her in the kitchen, and they had sent Ron to play outside. Then, she was thoroughly scolded.
Both were furious with her, first because she had done something forbidden; she knew she had no rights to use her brother's broom or any broom for that matter, they had made this very clear to her. She was too young and besides, Quidditch was a sport for boys. Second, she had done so without telling anybody, as she knew it was forbidden, but she still chose to do it deliberately. Even worse, she acted in the middle of the night in order to better hide her rule breaking, while she should have been sleeping. Third, it could have ended badly, and it did, as she had hurt herself and could have ended up dead if not treated immediately. In the end, she had betrayed her parents' trust, and in return they had lost their trust in her.
Since that day, she was banned from touching any broom, had to do chores daily until the end of the summer, and was grounded. She will not go with her family to Diagon Alley, or anywhere else they decided to go. Her parents watched her, and she could feel her mother's gaze following her from the moment she woke up to the moment she fell asleep. They felt like she had had too much freedom, and this was their way to show they were the adults in the house. If you broke the rules, you were punished. End of story.
Moreover, Ron was no longer speaking to her, as it was his broom she had stolen. He had checked it inch by inch to see if she had done any damage to it but hadn't found anything. That didn't mean he forgave her. When she entered a room, he was leaving it. When their eyes met, it was always to find deep resentment in his. He only spoke to her to ask her for the salt at lunch or dinner, and it made Ginny feel very alone.
But all those security measure didn't prevent Ginny from going to the Bungalow. She was terrified of the consequences if she didn't make it, as Crow had already threatened her and the safety of her family was on the line. Being isolated at home meant the only company Ginny had were those child abusers, and they were doing nothing to improve her self-worth. On the contrary, they enjoyed making her feel miserable, and Ginny was already feeling guilty for breaking the rules once more and lying to her parents. But breaking the wards around the broom shed had not been complicated after a bit of will from her part and she preferred this scenario rather than Crow coming back to her house and killing everyone because she hadn't come to town.
She was right to have feared the consequences on her mental health after she decided to engage with them once again. Her depression had come back like a galloping horse, and she could not feel worse about herself. She couldn't see how her life was worth living. Every week she was treated like the very scum on earth, until she couldn't think anymore, until she felt like she had no conscience, like she wasn't human. She had no love for her body, she could still try to wash it, but she will always feel dirty, as each time she looked at herself she felt the hands and dirty words those people were throwing at her. In her view, the many scars that covered her disfigured anything good that could have come out of her body. She was also very thin, but she hided it behind big clothes she borrowed from her brothers. Her eyes were sunken, as if she had seen everything on earth, but nothing had convinced her to continue living.
Crow and his gang had given up on the pretence they were both beneficiaries of those sessions. With the fact they completely stopped treating her like a human being, they had stopped paying her since she came back in June. Ginny could only endure silently the abject things they did to her. It was as if the months of respite she had away from them had never existed. They were even more horrible, and Ginny hated them from the bottom of her heart. She hated them, but in the same time she felt powerless and was terrified of them. There was nothing else to do but endure it and hope she would be their only victim.
What was worse was the training Crow was imposing on her to force her magic out. Either he was hurting her until he could see her magic start acting to stop the damage, or he constrained her into tiny spaces for hours and ordered her to come out on her own, or he forced her to run for kilometres with smashed feet. She had no choice but to run or else he was hurting her even more. He was having a lot of fun coming up with new ways to break her body, like impaling her with a spike, cutting her with different knives, tasing her, burning her, breaking her bones with a hammer, damaging her eardrums or her eyes. Because of that, her magic was always at her fingertips, and it was becoming wilder as the time passed. She used her new familiarity with healing magic to hide everything to her family, because there was no way they wouldn't have spotted her degrading physical state. But she couldn't do more than that, as her magic had developed a mind of its own. Like the rest of her, it had been tainted the worst way by the treatment she had to endure. She was slowly falling in a new state of despair, one she wouldn't even know how to get out, and there was no one to save her soul.
Crow had not hidden from her he wanted to form her into the perfect little soldier, so broken that it would obey to any of his orders, and so abused she would be loyal only to him. He expected that her magical abilities would make her one of the most feared adversaries in the underworld, and he had every intention to profit from it. In a way, he was almost succeeding. But for one, he had forgotten one thing, it was that for her to be loyal to him, he shouldn't have made her fear him or taken so much pleasure in abusing her. On the contrary of making her loyal, it was the only thing that made her rebel and fight what was happening to her, preventing her from being totally broken. She had made a promise to herself, that she would never be his puppet. And her magic had yet to be controlled anyway.
Time passed and at the end of June the boys came back from Hogwarts. That meant Ginny's parents had stopped watching her as their attention was focused on her brothers instead, especially George and Fred. It was fine, she told herself, even if in a way she was upset she was no longer their main worry. But that way it was easier for her to sneak out. The rest of her summer was spent between the bungalow and pretending to her family she was doing well. It saddened her she had to force her laugher at her brothers' antics, but she hadn't accepted their bullying on Percy. She had clearly told them it was unacceptable, and that they had better support their brother rather than mock him. After that episode, they had given her the cold shoulder.
Another harsh episode was the huge row that happened between her parents and Charlie. He absolutely wanted to go to a dragon reserve in Romania, said it was a "golden opportunity", but her mother would hear none of it. She told him, or rather screamed at him she had already Bill who was who knows where in Egypt, and she wouldn't have another of her children out of her sight. Moreover, she forbade Charlie to work with dragons. She was convinced he was going to be maimed by the end of his first day, and then his other career opportunities will be closed to him. He will be better working at the ministry with his father, and he better not think of anything else. This argument brought a heavy atmosphere to the house, and nothing could shake it off.
The day of buying school supplies arrived, and as Ginny's punishment was still active, she was banned from going to Diagon Alley. It was a huge chaos to get everyone ready to go, and once they were all gone, the house was strangely silent. Ginny was still under her covers, unwilling to get up and prepare for the day. She was staring aimlessly at her wall and was contemplating when and why her life became one big shit. She felt so used and like she had already lived a lifetime. Her suffering was not ending, to the point she did not care about anything anymore. She was sharing the same house with her family, but it was like there was a never-ending gap separating them. Being the youngest and only girl, it was easier for the others to cast her aside.
She had still not moved when they came back, and from her room she could hear them talking loudly between themselves of an altercation with the Malfoys. She was still mulling over her sombre thoughts when her brother Ron barged in her room without knocking.
"Hey Ginny, that's for you! I found it in my things, but I am sure it was mum who bought it for you. A diary is only for girls after all."
And just like that, he threw a black journal on her bed and left, not bothering to close her door. Ginevra did not know yet, but it was this object that was going to change her life forever.
Tadam! Lots of things happening in this chapter, let's hope after this Ginny's situation is going to improve! Seriously though, I hate writing those parts with Crow, and I don't know if I conveyed correctly Ginny's feeling on all of that, especially her trauma.
As you can see, I changed the year of the encounter with the Malfoy and instead of Ginny it was Ron who ended up with the diary (but not for long).
Let me know if there were any language mistakes.