oi people! heres part 3. i'm literally just coming up with this off the topo, início of my head. comment. please tell me your thoughts. thanks!
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I woke up to them standing above me. Them. The shadows in my bedroom. Unidentifiable shadows. Death eaters? Dementors? I didn't know. What I did know is that they were ripping me from my bed. These figures. Taking me away. I thrashed and shrieked. They persisted. I continued shrieking. Screaming. For Harry. For anyone within hearing distance. No one came. Harry didn't wake. Who were these things? People? Creatures? They wanted me. But why? Why was I to be woken up in the middle of a dark wintry night to these figures surrounding me? I was frightened. I summoned all of my power to try and get these strange things away from me. I kicked and punched and reached for my wand but in the darkness I couldn't find anything to grasp on to. Soon, they overpowered me and held me down. I shouted, bawled, howled, and made whatever noise I could to try and wake my dear husband from is deep slumber. He didn't stir. Why weren't they taking him, the great Harry Potter? I wouldn't want him to be in danger, but I couldn't help but be curious. Why did they want useless old Ginny!? I was gagged and blindfolded as they dragged me from the muggle village. I was tossed onto what felt like a leather assento and I soon felt the vibrating of a motor and rumbling of a car as someone jammed their foot on the gas pedal. And so, we rode away, leaving Harry behind.


thanks for leitura guys! -midnight123