Through the Rain

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.

Summary: After the fall of Voldemort Harry was sent to Azkaban. He is betrayed by the loved ones that he trusted, all except one. She is the only one that can save him, but she believes that he is dead. However, to save him she must save herself and her unborn child first. AU.

Chapter one, When all Hope is Gone.

It was a cold rainy day in March a small girl of nineteen was bent over a headstone in the small graveyard. Her shoulders shuddered and quaked violently against cold bitterness of the rain. Her hood on her black cloak slid down, exposing her once vibrant red hair. Which now hung limply down her back in a mass of tangles. Even though she was still young, her eyes which used to be bright brown, and so full of life, now looked so old, and lifeless. Her skin was pale her freckles stood against her skin. Her face was drawn, and had a gaunt look to it. Huge shadow's fell underneath her eyes. She had the appearance of someone who gave up all hope. She sobbed loudly at the grave, but it did not matter because no one could here her. The girl twisted her gold wedding band around her finger. She tried to take it off to place it at the grave, but it would not come off. Soon her finger got too swollen to even try. She touched the name on the headstone. She traced it longingly with her fingers. It read

Harry Potter

Cherished Husband

Will be greatly missed

Ginny could not think of any other words to describe him other than cherished. It seemed so cliché, but no truer words were ever written. Tears traced paths down her face. Why did life have to be so hard? She once heard that The Creator would not give her more than she could take. Ginny now seriously doubted that was true. All life has seemed to deal her with was the hard cards. A wonderful husband and a loving family once loved her, but now he was dead. Ginny felt sometimes that she could die just be with Harry. Oh how she longed for him to touch her, caress her face with his hands. Oh what she would give to feel the warmth of his arms once again. Nevertheless, that was all lost to her now. She sat down with her back against the headstone. She drew her knees up into her chest, and rocked herself. Her hair fell around her face like curtain. Fresh tears flooded her face, as memories of that day invaded her thoughts.

Ginny was standing against the rails of the porch of their house. It was a rambling old farmhouse in the countryside. She smiled at all the work they had to put in the place to make it livable again. It was already deserted for years, by the time Ginny and Harry came across it. It was truly a diamond in the Roth. The wind was gently blowing her hair around. Harry came up behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist. He moved her hair away from her neck, and began to kiss her on her neck. He moved his hands to rub her still flat stomach. "How is my baby boy doing?" Ginny let out a laugh.

"You are so sure it's a boy aren't you!"

Harry grinned down at her with his emerald eyes. "I just know it's a boy. Besides I cast the charm to find out the sex of the baby, while you were sleeping last night."

Ginny spun around and playfully swung her arm. "You little cheat; it's the couch for you tonight." Harry only laughed at her ignition, he knew she did not really mean it. He knew her entirely too well. Sometimes she felt that he knew her, better than she knew herself.

"When do you want to make the announcement?" Harry looked at her anxiously, and almost a little nervously.

"Next Sunday at the…." What ever Ginny had to say was lost. The sound of apparating pops, and cracks were filling the air. Ministry officials were surrounding them with their wands out. Aurors arrived in their battle robes, looking as if they were ready for war.

"What the bloody hell," Harry had finally managed to get out before he pushed Ginny protectively behind him, and grabbed for his wand.

Percy Weasley walked towards him with a piece of an official looking parchment in his hands. "Harry Potter we have a warrant for your arrest. Now come with us peacefully, or we will take you by force."

Ginny's eyes blazed with fury. She brandished her wand out. "What's the meaning of this Percy?"

Percy only looked coolly at her though his horned rimmed glasses. "Stay out of this Ginevra this does not concern you!" He waved his wand threatenly at her.

"If it concerns my husband, it concerns me. Don't you even go pointing that wand on me." Harry tried to step in between them, and distract them from each other.

"So what are the charges then?" He spoke with a cool tone that hid his fury.

"Percy looked at him with a look of disgust. "Why the assassination attempt on the minister of magic. Now do not go acting as if you have been obliviated. We all know the truth at the ministry."

"Why that's ridiculous, you can't honestly believe that!"

Percy held his wand nervously. "Yes I do."

Ginny broke out from behind Harry. "This is so stupid Percy. When are you going to get your head out of your arse!" She pointed her wand at him, and then Percy was knocked on the ground with bogeys attacking him. A cutting curse was cast, and hit Ginny in the shoulder. Blood instantly covered her robes. Harry let out a yell of rage. He flicked his wrist, and the auror who casted the cutting curse at Ginny was writhing in pain.

Ginny fell down, she tried to get up, but she was getting dizzy and weak from the loss of blood. "Damn that curse was good." She thought to herself. She felt the world began to spin. "Harry," she called weakly. He looked over at her in horror.

"Oh God Gin, hang on." H e tried to reach her, and was hit by a curse in the back. He fell on top of her lifeless.

"Harry no! She tried to get up, but was hit with another cutting curse. Her own blood washed in her eyes, as her world went black.

Ginny was brought back to reality, by the flash of light that lit up the sky, and crashing thunder that was so loud it seemed to shake the heavens above. She slowly got up, and made the long journey to the Shrieking Shack. When Harry was to be arrested, the ministry also seized their property, and their vault at Gringots. Another ministry decree was that she was to be shunned, by the wizzarding world, for attacking the ministry official and inadvertently killing him. No one was allowed to acknowledge her, or help her in any way. Ginny was truly on her own. Her own family turned their back on her. Her own mum had banished her, saying that she was a murderer because she killed Percy. Someone had healed Ginny's wounds, but they had left her the scars. She had been told that Harry was dead, and the event even made first page on the Daily Prophet. Three weeks have gone by since that day. Almost every thing Ginny had she lost that day. She lost her home, her husband, and her family. The only thing she had left was the baby that growing inside her. Know one even knew that she was pregnant except Harry. Now he was gone, with a baby as the only reminder of him. Ginny was surprised that she did not loose the baby with the injuries that she sustained. The baby must have had a strong will to hang on. The baby was the only reason why Ginny continued to get up each day.

The rain continued to pound on her relentlessly. She felt that event the heavens was crying for her. The Shrieking Shack loomed in the distance, along with Hogwarts. The school, which felt like a second home to her. She knew she could never return there again. Ginny saw a light flicker inside the shack as she drew closer to it. Ginny pulled out her wand as wave nausea threatened her. She bent over and wretched. Unfortunately, she had nothing to eat that day. Therefore, she only vomited stomach acids. She straightened up when the sickness passed. She held her wand out shakily in front of her. She put her hand on the doorknob debating to open it or not or just to walk away. The decision was taken from her, when the door hastily opened revealing Fred and George. "Fred, George what are you guys doing here?" She put her arm on the doorway to steady herself, as she felt a wave of dizziness overwhelm her.

Fred put his arm around her in a brotherly gesture. "Well George and I came to the conclusion that there is more than meets the eye. We do not think that Harry really tried to kill the minister. There are many things that just do not ring up to be true. I thought it was time to listen to your side of things of what happened. That way we can piece together the truth of what's going on here."

George stepped in. "There is a lot of things that the ministry said that happened that seemed out of character for you and Harry."

Ginny's vision swam before going black, all she heard were concerned voices calling to her. She could no longer distinguish what they were saying for her ears were ringing too badly. Dots of sweat began to break across her forehead.

Ginny gave in into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness, without noticing the concerned looks her brothers were giving her.

Nightmares flooded into her mind. She relived every horrifying moment in her life, starting with the chamber. One horrifying experience just turned to another, s they flitted across her mind. Then the last and final was the worst nightmare of them all. The day that she woke up, and was told Harry was dead.

Ginny woke up in a grey dark must smelling room. She did not recognize the surroundings around her. The flood of memories came back to her. She remembered Harry getting struck, and falling down on top of her. She remembered seeing the lifeless eyes stare at her own. Ginny tried to think rationally. She tried to tell herself that he was only in another holding room being prisoner like her. Hours later the feeble light faded away, and darkness took over. Ginny finally heard the sound of distant footsteps come her way. She was filled with dread as they came closer. The footsteps stopped in front of her door. Ginny felt her stop. She kept saying to herself. "Please don't be dead, please don't be dead." The door opened slowly an auror came in carrying shackles. He looked at her with lust in his dark black eyes. Ginny felt instantly defiled with him looking at her. He moved towards her, and Ginny tried to run out towards the open door. Screaming for Harry. She desperately hoped that he was in a cell by her. Her screams was cut short, as she tripped and fell on to the hard unforgiving stone floor. Ginny was roughly hoisted up and thrown in to the wall. She felt her arm break as she hit the wall with a sickening crack. She felt the blood run freely down her face. It mixed in with her tears. "Harry why won't you come to me. Please come to me. "

"He can't come to you." The auror looked at her with apparent disgust

"No!" A hysterical panic settled over Ginny

"He is dead you stupid bitch. He was a traitor, and deserved to die. Just as I feel that you should too, unfortunately that is not up to me." The auror stood her on her feet roughly, and slapped her across her already bloodied face. Ginny tasted the blood in her mouth. The horror of the reality was sinking in that Harry was truly dead. A scream of grief rose up in her throat only to be cut short. The auror slammed Ginny up against the wall. She slumped over, as she let the darkness claim her.

The blackness gradually faded into grey. Ginny was soon hearing voices.

"Come back to us Gin. We need you to wake up." Ginny forced her eyes to open. She saw blurred images of Fred and George sitting on chairs pulled up to the side of her bed. She shifted around, and noticed that this was a different bed. It was a lot more comfortable than her ragged cot. She moistened her lips. Her throat felt so dry.

"Water?" A simple glass goblet was handed to her by Fred or was it George. Every thing was still a bit hazy to her. Ginny sipped it slowly, while trying to sit up. Her throat felt a little better, and not so dry. "What happened?" She noticed that the twins looked pale and had dark circles under their eyes. Fred took her hand gently.

"You have been sick Gin. It has been all we can do to keep your fever somewhat down. There was times when we thought we were going to lose you."

George took her other hand. "It was scary for a while."

"I am sorry I worried you guys." She tried to give him back the goblet but missed. Nobody flinched, as the glass shattered upon the floor. Ginny felt her strength starting to leave her again. She fell back into the bed weakly, and closed her eyes.

"I am getting sleepy." Fred pulled the covers around her. Ginny felt more comfortable than she did in weeks. It must have been Fred and George's presence.

For the first time perhaps in days, Ginny fell into a healing, and a little more restful sleep.

Author's note. Well that is all for chapter one. I hope everyone liked it. Please let me know how you feel about the story. Reviews are the best, even the ones that criticize. They are all very much appreciated. The second one should be up soon. Until next time,

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