Voldemort has won the last battle, Harry has been killed and is dead, everything that happened before the moment when Voldemort attempted to kill Harry in the book has still happened, Snape is still dead, Fred is still dead etcetera.

Ginny slowly clutched her stomach as another hunger pain ripped through her, she was lying alone in one of the cells of the now over-crowded Azkaban.

It had been three months since Voldemort had risen again and life had been hard for everybody that he had kept alive. Their days were not much more than pain filled nightmares and many wished they were dead, but the death eaters were crueller than that, allowing them to reach the brink of death but never death itself.

Voldemort had mainly kept the purebloods alive, they may have been blood traitors during his rise to power but he would not spill the blood of purebloods when he could help it. He needed them for his breeding programmes.

Ginny was one of the 'lucky' few who had been kept alive, she had no clue how many others there were or even how long she had been there, a spell had been put on all of the cells so no noise from outside could be heard, she was completely secluded and sometimes wished she could reach madness, blissful oblivion, but every time she tried to drift away something inside herself stopped her.

The last fading rays of sunlight were glowing mildly in her cell and from this and Ginny could tell it was almost dark, she started to shiver. She didn't like the dark, that was when the dementors were in their element, swooping down, feeding on the basic human fear of darkness.

Ginny felt crying, but she had cried so much that her tears were dried up long ago, all she could do was lessen the pain by rocking back and forward slightly, just to keep her emotions at bay.

Ginny spent most days willing herself to forget her past, to not remember who she was. To remember was to feel and feeling hurt, more than she'd ever admit.

Everyday a death eater would push a potion in, no food for the blood traitors, just something to keep them alive. Ginny was one of the lucky ones though, she had had a death eater 'take a fancy to her' and got a little food sometimes. For this she was grateful, but sometimes she could almost taste her mother's cooking, or maybe she was just willing to taste it so much that she did.

Oh no, she thought to herself. She had started to think about the past again and that was never good, she looked around the cell for something to distract her, her eyes flicking around quickly.

All she saw was the tiny grimy cell walls and a small ladybird in the corner, Ginny crawled slowly over to the ladybird and began talking to it slowly and soothingly.

"Are you trapped in here too?" She said, willing herself not to cry. "I'm Ginny, I'm trapped, I wish I had wings like you, maybe I could fly away. Why don't you? Just leave me, desert me. GO!"

All the anger Ginny had been feeling over the period of time she had been in there built up, being vented out on this tiny ladybird which was perched on her hand.

The ladybird sensing the danger suddenly opened her wing and flew out of the window, towards freedom, the one thing Ginny knew she could never obtain again.

She took comfort in the thought that another person could be close to her, very close. Within a metre maybe, maybe one of her brothers.

She shuddered as she realised that her mother and father were old, they would not have been kept alive. As she thought this she realised that maybe her brothers would not have been, it was women the death eaters needed, for their pureblood race. Not men and certainly not men who were blood traitors.

She bit her lip and rocked, slowly driving the memory of her brothers out of her head and thinking again of her dingy cell and the fact that maybe one day, she would see sunlight properly, not just out of the small window slit in the wall of her cell. Ginny had always loved the sun, ever since she was a little girl, it made her happy and now there was no light and no happiness.

Ginny suddenly snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the sound of her cell door opening, she backed into the corner. It had been a long time since anyone had been into her cell, the potions and food were slipped in through a hole in the door.

She was glad of this, seeing the people who had murdered all of the people that she loved was not something she desired greatly.

The door creaked open slowly and Ginny suddenly stood up, not wanting to be seen as weak, although she was now and she knew it.

Her eyes slowly moved up from the floor to the doorway and as she saw who it was her mouth opened in shock.

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