A/N: So, this is the other one that I've been promising for a while! Our computers have been broken [Be, you know that! ;)] so I have not been able to post anything…but here I am! …With a loner from our mechanic.
There's a place your
mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
"Goodnight sweet one." Ginny whispered to her three year old son who had bleach blond hair and brown eyes before walking over to her six year old daughter who had vibrant red hair and piercing silver eyes.
"Night, Angel." She said softly before she closed the door of the bedroom and walked into the dimly lit living-room.
Through the
lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping
She's weeping because the gentlemen are calling
And the snow
is softly falling on her petticoat
Ginny had her face in her hands as she sobbed quietly. Slipping out of her grimy two bedroom apartment and out onto the street, she looked up into the starless night and the snowflakes falling down gently.
'Such a beautiful night for such horrid things.' She thought sadly.
And she's
standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the
jolly boat
See how they approach?
With dirty hands and
trousers torn
They grapple until she's safe within their
keeping
A gag is placed between her lips
To keep her sorry
tongue from any speaking, or screaming
Not that she would have tried. She loved her children too much to endanger them like that.
And they row her
out to packets
Where the sailor's sorry racket calls for
maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales
When her
clothes fall to a bundle
And she's laid in bed on the upper deck
She bit her lips to keep herself from crying out as her earlier promise threatened to break.
And so she goes from ship to ship
Her ankles
clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
By now, tears were running down her cheeks un-bidden as she got passed to yet another ship.
Until at last
she's satisfied
The lot of the marina's teaming minions
And
their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing
To cousin,
kindred, kith, or kin, or she'll end up dead
'I can't do that to my children, I can't, I can't.' She chanted over and over again silently in her mind.
'I'm so sorry Draco.' She sobbed in her mind. 'So sorry.'
And they throw
her thirty dollars and return her to the harbor
Where she goes to
bed, and this is how you're fed
So be kind to your mother
Though
she may seem an awful bother
"No! I do not want you two to go down to the marina and watch the ships going out! It's not safe!"
"I hate you!" Chorused two voices as they ran to their room and slammed the door.
And the next
time she tries to feed you collard greens
Remember what she does
when you're asleep
She slipped into her grimy two bedroom apartment and clutched the door-frame before she shut the door and she looked up into the starless night and the snowflakes falling down gently.
'Such a beautiful night for such horrid things.' She thought sadly.
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A/N: So? Did you like it? I didn't like it as much as the other one but, oh well! You can't like all of your stories! I'll update on some other ones soon! I swear!