Breaking Out

Chapter 1:

Her bare feet pounded against the cold, hard ground. What was left of her robes flew behind her. She took a chance, and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, her captures were following her. She was almost there. She could see the light from the kitchen window. Her Mother must have put a candle in the window, so she could find their house again. Almost there, only a little farther. She saw the back door open, and a figure stand in the doorway. Mum! Only a little further!

When she was sure that her Mother could hear her, Ginny Weasley called out, "Help! Help me please!"

Ginny Weasley shot up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. She had had that nightmare again. Normally, those words, help, help me please, wouldn't mean anything to a person, they're just words, but to Ginny Weasley they were her life. Five years ago, those were her last words. She hasn't said a single word in five years. She hasn't been out of her house in three. She just sat in her own small house, thinking about what had happened to her after the Last Battle. She had been abducted by Death Eaters, and tortured beyond her wildest imagination. She had managed to escape her captors after a week, but she never told anyone what had happened to her. her only communication with the people around her were hand signs (including some explicit ones to her lovely brother Ron after he kept badgering her to tell him what had happened to her), nodding or shaking her head, other forms of body language, and the occasional quill and parchment. After living with her parents with two years, Ginny bought a small house down the street from them. She needed to get on with her own life, to the best of her ability. Ginny rolled over in bed. It was already 7 in the morning! Not wanting to go back to sleep, and risk having another nightmare, Ginny climbed out of bed, and started her day.

Meanwhile, and the Burrow, things were just getting started too. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were visiting Molly and Arthur for breakfast. Harry took a long drink of coffee. He had taken the day off, and knew exactly what he wanted to do today.

"Um…Molly, I have a question to ask you," Harry said. Molly placed a plate of bagels on the table.

"What is it, Harry?" Molly asked him.

"I have the day off today, and I was wondering if it would be alright with you if I went to go see Ginny." Everyone stopped what they were doing.

"You're wasting your time, mate. We've all been down to see Ginny, but she won't say anything to anyone," Ron said.

"I know, but I think that I can change that." Molly placed a hand on Harry shoulder.

"Harry," she started. "There's no way Arthur or I could stop you from going to visit Ginny. I think it might do her some good to see a familiar face. You remember where she lives, right?" Harry nodded. When Ginny had first moved in to her house, Harry would walk by it all the time in hopes of seeing Ginny.

"Yeah, I remember where she lives."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione finished up breakfast, and began to help Molly clean up. Hermione Disapparated to her work at St. Mungo's, and Ron Disapparated to the Ministry of Magic where he worked.

"Harry, you should go and see Ginny soon," Molly said.

"What if she's asleep?" Harry asked her.

"Ginny's always been one to get up early. Could you bring her these?" Molly handed him a plate of desserts. "I want to be sure that she's getting enough to eat." Harry took the plate, and gave Molly a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be back to let you know how things went later," he said, and he too Disapparated.

Meanwhile, Ginny was getting ready for another quiet day. She made herself a small breakfast of coffee and cereal, before settling down with a book in the family room. She was getting into the murder mystery Hermione had sent her, when she thought she heard a noise coming from her backyard. Sighing, she put her book aside, and went to look outside. Nothing, just a beautiful view of the countryside. That's why she had chosen that particular house, it had an amazing view.

Harry walked up the path to Ginny's house. It was a small brick house with a brown fence surrounding it. It looked like someone had kept the yard in relatively good condition, but the Weasleys had said that they never saw Ginny outside during the day.

"She must take care of her yard at night when no one's looking," Harry said to himself. He approached the front door, and knocked lightly. When no one answered after the second time he knocked, he tried the doorknob. He happily found it unlocked, and cautiously entered the house. Slowly, he walked through the rooms, looking around, taking it all in. it was a simple house, not a photograph in sight of the Weasleys, or any of Ginny's friends. When he got to the family room, he saw her looking out the window.

"Ginny?" he said quietly.

Ginny enjoyed her solitude; she didn't like the busy life her parents had led. Sure, working for the Order was for a great cause, but it was just too much for her. She hadn't had a guest over in more than four months, and liked to keep it that way. She was so deep in thought, that she didn't hear the knock on the door. She also didn't hear that person enter her house, and walk up behind her. She wouldn't have realized that Harry Potter, her only love was standing right behind her if he hadn't said her name.

A/N: This is just a test-chapter of sorts. Let me know what you think! It'll be short, no more than 10 chapters long, and that's pushing it! Got to go to bed now! Leave a review!

Tina101