Title: Separate Paths
Summary: Harry dumped Ginny back in 6th year. Now, 6 years later, Ginny is married to Draco Malfoy and she hates her life. Voldemort is dead but there is dark stuff going around. Recently, she has been thinking a lot about Harry. Alternate chapters, Ginny then Harry etc.
Disclaimer: All I can hear is my MSN bleeping, a rabid dog barking outside my window and my sister listening to music…if I owned this, I would be rich enough to buy my own house…
'Author's Notes: Until I say otherwise, this story is no longer in Alternate Chapters because there is no point at this stage of the story. They will return in the future but for now I may write Harry and Ginny's view in one chapter and then Draco's in another.
This chapter will either have the start of angst or be completely full of it…depending how much I can be bothered to write…
Chapter Eleven: Trouble
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Back at home, Ginny wasn't eating properly, nor was she paying much attention to what went on around her. It was like life was carrying on as normal, but she wasn't living it. It was like she was watching it on tape.
She couldn't handle any more. First off, she was on the run, hiding out in a strange village unknown to her with two young children and a man who claimed to love her. Secondly, she'd just lost her baby daughter. Ginny didn't know how much more she could take.
She could feel someone sit down next to her, but she didn't really take in who it was or what they were saying.
"Ginny?" Harry said, nudging her slightly. Ginny jumped and looked at Harry properly for the first time since Hope's death. He looked thinner than normal and really tired.
"Sorry Harry. What were you saying?" She asked, trying her best to stay concentrated.
"We had this made," Harry said, holding up a beige plaque. It had a fairy seated on top of a mushroom on it with the words: 'Hope's Den' engraved on it.
"The Burrow has a name, so why can't our house?" Harry smiled weakly. A tear rolled down Ginny's face and she slowly hugged Harry.
"Thank you," She whispered.
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"What's wrong with you!" Barked the older man. The younger man looked at him in disgust.
"You wouldn't understand," He spat, before leaving the room, slamming the door. The older man rolled his eyes.
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As the weeks passed, Ginny could slowly start piecing her life back together. There was a small headstone in the Den's garden in Hope's memory that Ginny regularly went and sat by. She also had to get back for her children. She felt bad because, when she was grieving, she'd shut them out, but it really wasn't their fault.
One wet April day, a couple of days before the twins' 3rd birthday, Ginny was seated at the kitchen table, waiting for everyone else to arrive back from a shopping trip. It was the first time that she'd been properly alone since she'd run away. Needless to say, she was quite nervous and jumped at almost every noise but she soon became accustomed to the fact that cars were going to travel and the wind was going to blow.
To rid herself of the paranoia, she took herself upstairs to the Nursery and began to clear away the toys and books that littered the floor.
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"I have an idea," Said the older figure. The younger one continued to show no interest. A clap could be heard as a book came into contact with the younger figure's head.
"What?" The younger one barked, losing interest in the plots. The older one laughed a cruel, cold laugh.
"It's quite simple really!"
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About an hour into her spring clean, a large amount of the red carpet of the Nursery could now be seen. Ginny stood up and surveyed her work, smiling her first smile since Hope's death. She decided it would be best to take a short break soon, but agreed to herself that it would be best if she could just sort out the bookcase that sat in the corner of the bedroom. Preparing to pick her way through the remainder of the mess, Ginny prepared herself to take a step forward but a strong arm grabbed her from behind and a hand clasped around her mouth.
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In Diagon Alley, Harry decided that they should all really be getting ready to go back to Ginny. Making sure everyone had hold of someone, the group apparated with a loud pop.
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"Oh look. Your friends are home," Teased Ginny captivator. Her face held a look of terror as she desperately tried to fight his grasp. A key in the lock alerted Ginny that everybody was, indeed home. "Shame you'll never see them again!" He taunted. Ginny tried screaming, but her cries were muffled by a thick glove.
"Ginny, I-" Hermione started, before seeing her best friend being held captive. "You!" She cried, lunging at Ginny but it was too late. Ginny and her captivator apparated without a trace.
"Harry!" Hermione cried, flying down the stairs, her face a deathly pale.
"Hermione? Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, fear sweeping over his face.
"Malfoy was here and he's got Ginny!"
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A//N: Sorry, but I had to have some Draco Evilness! Reviews make me happy and make me update faster (Hint!).