The Conquers (Drinny)

After the Battle

Hi so before I publish this, I just want to let you guys know, that I have written all of this story in advance, so I can upload every other day. Without the excuse of having no time. So I love, love, love the Drinny ship it's my favourite. But I do still ship Hinny a lot.

J K Rowling owns the characters, not me. So I hope you guys like this, thank you.

Ginny's POV

This summer was the hardest me and my family have ever had. My mother breaks down into loud anguishing sobs every five minutes. I can't bare being here, that's the first time i've ever said that, and I'm not exaggerating, nor being over dramatic. I want to flee this place, for more reasons than just my mother crying. Honestly, I feel like I am going to have a break down, I like to think of myself as a strong, independent woman, I swore to myself after the war, I was never going to show my vulnerability again. Back in Hogwarts last year, I cried so many times for Harry, I cried so much out of fear and desperation to have him back next to me, for this all to be over, and everyone I love to be safe. I got deemed weak by people, telling me I can't do anything, because I'm a girl, because I'm weak and I cry to much. The Carrow's caught hold of me crying in the library once, they tortured me for it.

When October rolled around, I'd had enough, I stood my ground against them. They told me to crucio a first year. It was a young girl, and she'd come to Hogwarts to learn magic, not to be put in agonising pain. Hogwarts was once a safe place, were kids felt welcome and at home, but then when the Carrow's came, it became a living hell. They told me to do it, or else there would be a punishment for it. I didn't listen to a single word that was uttered out of their mouths, and instead, I turned around and did the cruciatus curse on one of them. My punishment was to be the next day, and I, with nothing else to lose tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor, which didn't go as planned, me, Neville and Luna, got caught. Are punishment for that was to go to the forbidden forest with Hagrid, but behind closed doors for it we got the one crucio each. 

My punishment for the next day was to be determined by the Carrow's. So when the next day came, my punishment was to have to be hit the cruciatus curse twice, one by one each Carrow. Also it was to be preformed in front of the entire Great Hall, to show that they have got the power. I tried to sit as still as possible, my hands turned into fists at one point and it was so tight my knuckles were white, and my nails had duck into the palm of my hand, and was drawing blood. Then the next came, and I was still in agony after that one, so in hindsight it felt as if I had been crucio'd for a full five minutes, but the second time, because I'd gotten used to the pain, I didn't flinch. My head hurt like crazy, if I was on the floor I would be writhing in pain. But I was in a chair. I also was o be crucio'd once every week, I spent a lot of time in the hospital wing, my head was always hurting. Yet every time I was crucio'd Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion to relieve it, she was asking the house elves to seek them to me, (the Carrow's told her she wasn't allowed to give me anything to help, because I deserved nothing more than to be in pain.)

I'd gotten a lot of respect, and I think some individuals saw me as intimidating. But I want to redo that traumatic year, because I know that the Carrow's aren't around. Mcgonagall is the new headmistress, and I believe she will be excellent in that position.

Another reason why I want to leave this place is because, it's miserable and depressing, every nook and cranny, builds you up with grief. After Fred died, George hasn't been the same, on numerous occasions he's been caught, with various objects next to his wrist. He and Fred were always the ones to cheer people up, and make them feel better. During the war we needed a lot of that, because everyone was filled with fright, they just made it so much easier for people, and we need a lot more of that. Since Fred's death the store hasn't been opened, me and George went in there and we ended up crying for hours.

To add on to that Harry's staying, not once has me mentioned getting back together, which after the way he's been treating me lately, I'm glad he hasn't. It's almost as if he's a completely different person, and he's tried to do stuff with me, and force me to do stuff with him, and I've had a lucky escape on all of these situations luckily. Now I spent most of my days avoiding Harry (every time I see him I want to hurt him so bad) but at the moment I fear him as much as I did Tom Riddle. I don't want to be afraid, not anymore. But I am, i'm afraid of a boy I used to love, so dearly it hurt. Only now I am so frightened of being caught by him when no ones around, I avoid him and don't speak to him.

I can't tell Hermione either, because although she's my friend, she's Harry's best friend and its obvious were her loyalties lie, so she won't believe me. Then there's Ron, who I could tell but am way to embarrassed to tell him, although it would be nice seeing Harry get beat up by Ron. I also don't know if he's going to be the over protective brother (which in this case is an extremely good thing), or  he's going to side with Harry. But I can handle myself, and I don't need protection.

So this was mainly a prologue to the story, and just a brief insight on what's been happening, it's kind of dark.