Ginny's Sixth Year

Chapter 7

I woke up on the cold, hard bathroom floor. I wasn't sure what time it was, or even what had happened the night before at first. Then it hit me. I remembered the searing pain and the inability to stand on my own. Thankfully, I was able to walk quite easily, the only symptoms of the torture endured being a rather large bruise on my cheekbone and an ache. I checked the time. 4:39 am. I had plenty of time to write Fred and George before breakfast. I walked slowly toward my desk and sat down. I was still a little dazed from being unconscious for so long, but I was sure I could write the twins.

Dear Fred and George,

It's Ginerva Weasley again. You can know it's me because I walked in on Percy kissing Penelope Clearwater in my first year.

I don't want you to worry, but classes with the Carrows are  more torture sessions than classes. In Muggle Studies, we talked about how awful blood traitors are, and I got another two weeks of detentions. In Dark Arts (no defence), we practised the Imperius Curse on each other. I had to stand on my head and whack myself with my wand. It was terrible.

Detention last night was awful. George said that the worst that would happen was that Professor would make me write lines, but it was so much worse. Carrow used the Cruciatus Curse on me for the entire detention. That was over an hour. I was barely able to make it to my dormitory last night before passing out.

Please don't tell Mum. She'll throw a fit and make me come home. I'm fine, really. Don't come running or worry about me. I'll be alright. 

Love you,

Ginny

I thought that the last part got my point through rather well. I sent the letter and, before I knew it, stumbled into breakfast. The day went by rather uneventfully, my last class being Dark Arts. That was pure torture.