To Sleep No More

'To Sleep No More' Part 3

By Ginny :) who can't be bothered with that Fenchurch name any more because I always forget to sign in at it and no one cares anyway.

In this part, you will get to find out what happened to Ron. Lucky you.

Please read, review and have a nice day whilst I go completely mad and no one notices [already happened].

This starts a little while before Ginny hears the shots that [Muggle] Jacqueline fires [stuff in italics is mainly Jacqueline's POV, by the way, unless it blatantly isn't]. Spacers= Muggle word for magic people. Just reminding you.

I only own Jaquline Raoul, the as- yet- unnamed- geezer- with- the- gun- that- Ginny- hides- from, and myself; my mind controlling aliens didn't get me yet!!! The rest belong to JKRowling. Have a nice day.

Sorry I took so very long writing this. The site went a bit buggered and wouldn't let me poast. *Galres at the computor screen*... oh, and thanks to hermione potter for beta-ing this. Spelling mistakes are, therefore, her fault, j/k! :)

Ginny :)

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Ginny picked her way across the rubble.
The sky was beginning to grow dark. It was a mix of reds, pinks and oranges.
'Red sky at night, shepherd's delight'.

The Pennies from Heaven pitter- pattered on the ground, and flattened Ginny's unbrushed red hair to her head, making it darker then it usually was.
She was crying. Remembering the old days. What Harry had said was now embedded in her mind. 'The others are dead, Ginny! D-E-A-D. Dead'. She had known that for ages, of course, but it was an unspoken thing. The others were 'gone', 'no longer with us', 'pushing up daisys', or 'passed on'.

She shut her eyes against the drive of the rain, now like an upright sea, but with slots in it. Ginny let her mind wander.

~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~

"Ginny! Hi! Come in!" Ron smiled at her.

"Hi," she stepped over the doorstep of his new flat. It looked Muggle, although Ginny assumed that it would have it's secrets inside.

"What have you been up to, recently?" Ron smiled at her.

"This and that, you know. I've been trying to find somewhere to live. Now we've beaten those bloody Death Eaters, life should go back to normal, eh?"

"Well, that's assuming the Muggles don't do anything against us. And let's face it, they might."

"Do you think so?" Ginny bit her lip. All she needed was for life to go wrong again. It wasn't so bad at the moment.

"I know for a fact," he lowered his voice "that there are some, er, locally, and... well, they do say that if they find any of our kind round here, they're as good as dead."

She gasped "Ron, you can't stay here, then-"

"I'm not sure that it's safe," Ron admitted to her, "but I don't think they've found me out yet. I'll stay a little longer. Don't worry 'bout it."

He lead her though to the drawing room. It was small and cluttered, and a little bit dingy, truth be told, but felt like a home. You could tell it was supposed to be lived in.

Ginny sat down on the setee, and looked around the room.

"Nice place you've got here."

"Ta, sis. Cuppa?"

"Please. And don't call me sis, you know I hate it."

"Oh, OK."

Ron grabbed a teapot from the top of the cooker, and made to pour the boiling mixture into a mug for Ginny. She noticed, as he poured, his hands seemed to shake more then usual. She wondered why he didn't use magic. Maybe he was trying to practice posing as a Muggle.

He swore as he spilt the liquid over his hand and the table.

Ginny got her wand out of her pocket, and did a simple spell to make the stain vanish, and heal Ron's burn.

"Thanks, sis," he nodded to her.

"We've been through this," she objected, "my name is not sis. It's Ginny."

She wondered why Ron was acting strangely. Maybe he was just jumpy about living so close to Muggles.

"Sorry," he answered, then "Er..." he fought for something to say. He had apparently forgotten about the tea, "How's Neville?"

"Dead," said Ginny, shortly "and you know it."

"Ah," he blinked, then appologised "Sorry, I-" but then a noise interrupted him. Like a wall being bashed in, or someone trying to break down a door. It was coming from the corridoor outside the flat. Ginny's eyes widened in fear.

"Ron! Where can we hide?"

"No way, no Muggle's gonna make me run! Just when I found a place to live!"

"Don't be a bloody fool! They might have guns!" she shrieked at him, as he pushed her backwards, and into a cupboard stationed at the side of the room, as she lost her balence, she dropped her wand, which rolled away, just out of reach as Ron pushed her back, "Ron, you haven't got your wand! You don't have a chance!"

"You hide! I don't want you to get hurt! I'm gonna get 'em!"

This wasn't like him, what the Hell was he doing?! Ginny could not remember ever being so scared. Her heart was banging in her ribs, and she had to try not to scream.

"Don't, please, don't... Ron!" the cupboard door was shut in her face.. She tried to force it open, but it would not budge an inch. She was sobbing, and yelling at Ron to let the door back open. He ignored her. She beat at the door. It remained stationary.

She banged on the sides of the cupboard, but they remained in one piece. She wished she had her wand. As the sound

Then there came the sounds of shouting from inside the flat, and more gunfire. Ginny heard Ron cry out, as if in pain. After that, she didn't hear his voice again. Then, crashes and bangs, as if the place was being wrecked by vandals. The cupboard she was in was pushed over by someone she could not, of course, see, and a shooting pain ran through her head, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
They're going to find me and kill me, too! She thought.

Then all went black.

~*~*~End Flashback ~*~*~

Ginny realised that she was still staring at the sky, horribly exposed to danger so out in the open. She was shaking. Crying with the terrible memories that would not leave her.

In a way, she supposed, it was a mercy that she didn't see her brother die, although the echos of that night still rang around her head all this time later.

His body had never been found. Just a puddle of blood, later adentified as Ron's. Almost all the wizards in the local area were killed that night. A few, like Ginny, hid and lived. But the memories lived with them. It was like Voldemort all over again.

Then the dream seemed to be made all the more real, as the noise of gun shots thundered out, with un-natural loudness, over the desolate landscape.

Ginny jumped to her feet automatically, her heart in her mouth. Gun shots sent her all to pieces, nowadays. Harry and Hermione! Were those shots fired at them? If not... who? Ginny gripped her wand tight. She ran towards the source of the noise, although the way it had echoed made it hard for her to find the right direction.

JAQULINE'S POV

After firing the last remaining shots at the Malfoy boy, I knew that there was only a little point in staying around; any Spacers nearby would surely have heard them, and would either be hiding in the dugout, or running away as fast as they could.

All the same... it was my job to investigate, and if I gave them time, they might just run away and not come back. I couldn't afford for that to happen. I didn't know how much I was going to get paid for wiping these few wizards out, but I could guess that it would only be just enough. Though it's good money, you know. Can't turn your nose up at it, or you end up with only just what you started with. And I can't be having that.

So, I left the boy to die- for surely he would, regardless of weather my final bullets had missed him- and hurried on, in the direction he had indicated. There was no point in allowing the Spacers time to take action.

And it was something of a stroke of luck, that I found them.

The Potter boy, and his friend. They were two hard black figures, outlined against the smoke grey sky. They were running, looking around desperately, and calling.

"Ginny? Malfoy? Where are you? Ginny?"

I watched them for a while. They didn't notice me. I followed them as best I could. Maybe they would lead me to the missing girl. And if they didn't, it wouldn't matter. I'd kill them and find her some other time.

It soon became obvious to me that they were making no progress in finding the other girl, and they seemed to have decided that they themselves were in no immeadiate danger, and stopped running.

I had kept low, trying to stay unnoticed, but now there was no point. If there had to be a confrontation, why not shoot them now, and find the other later? She would have to return to her home one day.

I aimed my gun at the boy. He was close enough now. I fired.

The bullet missed his body, where I had been aiming to kill, but hit him hard in the leg. He doubled over and fell to the floor with a yell of pain, and I could see the dark red of his blood soaking his trousers. Not a bad shot, if I say so myself.

The girl screamed. She had obviously had no idea I was so close. She looked wildly around, as if trying to see where the shot had been fired from, but I crouched down low, and her gaze travelled over me. She fumbled around, trying to pull the Potter kid to his feet, without sucess. I fired again. Damn! Missed. I kept myself pressed close to the ground, so that she could not determine the exact source of the bullets by sight. She sent some curse or other to where she guessed I was. It missed me by several feet.

I had 2 more bullets left. Was it worth risking them? Dangerous times, after all... but on the other hand, you should strike while the iron is hot, and if I killed either one of them, I'd get good money...

Another shot. This one hit the boy again, although it was not immeadiately fatal. The girl was panicing now, trying to drag him out of firing range at first, then giving up and putting a spell on him to make him float along the ground. This made him a far easier target the if he was lying down, or even stumbling along. One more well aimed shot, and he'd be dead. She started sending more curses and hexes to try and hit me. They missed. I smiled to myself, propped myself to just the right height and-

"Argh!" A shooting pain hit me in my gun hand. There was no blood, and I hadn't seen the girl send a curse towards me so what-?

"Ginny!" the girl cried "Ginny, I can't see-"

"I know where she is!" a new voice shouted from behind me. Damnit! I had only one bullet left now, and anyway, I was now unable to move the hand holding my gun; it had frozen.

"Ginny, you have to keep her back, and I'll get Harry somewhere safe! Be careful; she's got a gun!"

I was tempted to send a bullet towards either the new, red haired girl, who I could now see close behind me, or the first girl. I had a feeling that I would need that bullet to protect myself any time now. I cursed for having wasted so many bullets on Malfoy, when one quick bullet to the head would have done him.

"Hermione! I can't fight her, I-"

"Ginny, please, you have to! I'll get Harry somewhere safe, 'cause I'm sure I can find some potions to help him. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Hermione-"

But she was off, with the boy dangling like a puppet in the air behind her. I pulled myself to my feet, and began to run. The girl persued me, but didn't send any curses after me. I slowed down, and she caught up a little.

She wouldn't hurt me. I could see fear in her eyes as she drew closer, and knew that she couldn't. I had to admit as I saw her closer to; she looked somewhat familiar, although I couldn't quite think why.

She raised her wand.

"G- go," she said, her voice shaking, "Go, o- or, I'll k-k-kill you."

"I have bullets left, you know. If you do anything to me, I could kill you stone dead," I kept my voice calm.. This girl was a little younger then the others, and a good ammount younger then I. I wasn't sure if she knew I was bluffing. I hoped not.

She bit her lip, and seemed to be trying to keep as calm as I hoped I sounded, although every nearve in my body was screaming at me to get out of there.

"Then go. Leave us a-alone," she told me, "if you g-go now, and d-don't do a-anything else, I won't hurt y- you," then a thought seemed to strike her, "where's M- malfoy? Did you-?"

"He's somwehere around," I gave her a cold smile, "you'll find him, right enough."

"Is h- he...?"

"You'll have to find that out for yourself, girlie."

"Oh..."

I stared at her, feeling a mix of hatrid and sympathy in my gut. This girl was one of those who had helped wreck my life. On the other hand she was so terribly frightened... and, she reminded me of someone. But who, though...?I
couldn't think. And... what was her name? Ginny... Virginia Weasley, right? I have to say, it rang a bell, somewhere in the fathoms of my mind.

She was stupid, letting me leave like this. If I had have been able to shoot her there and then, I would have. But I would be back.

"I'll go."

"Right. Keep a-away from us."

"Ok," I backed slowly away, finally turning to leave, still trying to
remember where I had seen a face much like her's before.

THE END! Now, please read, review, and remember me for the Golden Toad Award and/ or The Phoenix Quill thingy. Have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ginny :)