Ginny POV:
It only took 3 hours but she felt like her and Emmie were finally unpacked, in the loose sense at least. They had a nice meal downstairs, Ginny missed the English foods. Now at last it was 8:30, she had bathed and gotten Emmie into bed and had no idea what to do with herself for the next two hours till she had a chance to fall asleep. I had read over the contracts for the harpies millions of times, I have already compared local rentals available in Wales that I could sign for on an annual basis and I had already sent letters to Neville and Professor McGonigal although she preferred Minerva now. They also wanted to meet her and Emmie for a day at Hogwarts when she was ready. She thought about the last time she was at Hogwarts, it was two years ago, Emmie was a little less than 2 and Minerva had invited her to stay at Hogwarts for the weekend, a small secret trip that only Neville and her brother Bill knew about. Emmie loved Minerva, apparently Minerva loved having a guest baby because she had bought Emmie a gryffindor onesie, a stuffed lion, and a little hat she knit surprise surprise gryffindor colors, even while she is the new Headmistress she'll always favor gryffindor house. While that trip had been hard, coming back, it felt good to feel loved and be home even though it was just for a little while and was kept a secret.
She stared at the clock some more, tempting it to move faster, she needed to sleep, she had to stop her brain from reminiscing too much that led to dreams about him and while it's been a while since one has occurred they always come. One small thing will remind her of the man she left behind, one time she saw a frog on a pond and just the green color reminded her of his bright green eyes, or she'll see a small child with messy dark hair and imagine for a sec what one of their children would of looked like, but she can't do that, they haven't seen each other in 4 and a half years, he's definitely over her by now, those thoughts are just fantasies. They have to stop, she needs to sleep, she needs to focus on her lunch with Bill tomorrow and corresponding with Neville, the contract stuff and of course eventually signing to move back home. Harry Potter was happier without her, he was better off.
A couple hours later…
"Imperio" he shouted again, "get that bitch under control".
My mind was swimming, no no no, this isn't real, this isn't real.
"Give her some of the blade to get her to stop moving" I felt it slice my inner thigh, the blood slowly running down my bare legs.
I tried speaking but my mouth was frozen, my face was wet from tears and I was fighting but it wasn't helping. I was tied and naked bare on some cot, again. The brown haired slytherin beat me till he dropped down above and slid into position. He slowly unzipped his pants, my body was shaking, I couldn't break free, someone find me, pleasee. He pulled his d*k out and pushed it inside me as I slammed my eyes shut trying to focus on breaking the imperius and untying myself, nothing was working, I was trapped.
I sat up quickly in bed, sweat dripping down my forehead, still feeling trapped in the nightmare. I looked over at the clock 3:43, It read, okay "breath" I just mumbled to myself gently removing myself from the bed without waking my daughter. I walked swiftly to the bathroom, preparing for the only thing that helped me know I was safe. I shut the bathroom door, switched the light, turned on the shower, a cold one would help I just needed to feel the cold and I would realize everythings all right. I'm safe, we're okay. Five minutes under the cold water calmed my shaking body and I felt my heart slow as I hummed to myself the same lullaby I sang to Emmie at night, the same one my mum sang to me as a little girl, especially after a nightmare.
"Im safe, Emmie is safe, we're alright, no one can hurt us. Breathe Ginny" I spoke to myself, continuing to hum along the song until I felt well enough to try and get some more sleep.
It was finally 6 am when I got out of bed, I couldn't stare at the ceiling any longer and 6 was just early enough to be a normal waking time. I looked at myself in the mirror, one flimsy night shirt on that barely covered my chest, revealing some scars, hair frizzy after the midnight shower and deep dark circles under my eyes. Great, looks like a makeup day it is. I showered one more time, changed into some leggings and a cozy sweater perfect for lunch at Bills and some errands, applied some makeup, made some tea and then sat in the quiet waiting for my daughter to wake. She normally was an early riser but I knew with the trip yesterday she was gonna sleep a little extra this morning. It however was creeping towards 7:40 and I needed to get Emmie up so we could get breakfast and run some errands before lunch.
It was then that the bedroom door cracked open and a sleepy Emmie peered out messy hair all over and a thumb secured in her mouth no matter how many times I tried to stop the habit.
"Morning my sleepy girl, come here" I told her, watching her hesitate after spending the night in a new place. She slowly came over to me and I reached down to brush some hair out of her face, handing her her favorite cup, a purple bottle with rabbits, her favorite animal all over the seal.
"Thank you" she mumbled back to me. Before walking onto the small sofa and leaning into the arm rests. I knew today would be hard on her, any time a change occurred her daughter stubbornly rejected it. She herself didn't fancy change either but this would be a good, she felt it, and well she needed it, it was hard to deny how much she struggled in the U.S, away from everything she knew and loved and not by choice.
Diagon Alley was just as she remembered it, between the loud voices and the street vendors nothing had really changed. As she was walking with her daughter to the last stop before Bills she could see Emmies look of wonder watching everything and giggling, while the U.S had been nice and fun they didn't have a town like Diagon Alley.
"Mummy, mummy look ice cream," she pointed out to me.
"That's the place mummy told you about with the best ice cream, maybe tonight if you're good we can get some" she told her, already planning on stopping this afternoon. As they continued walking along the sidewalk, neither Ginny nor Emmie knew that there was a man across the street frozen staring at their moving bodies not believing he was seeing Ginny Weasley with some little girl in Diagon Alley.