To Sleep No More

'To Sleep No More' Part 4

Still by Ginny :)

Sorry this too so long... I've been ill... *sniffle* ... :( Poor me.

Jacqueline belongs to me, BUT I don't expect you want her. I also own the 'little child', who, I might as well add, is no good to anyone, really.

Spacers= magic people.

I'll just say, this has a hint of H/ R in it, although not much, for [I think] obvious reasons.

If anyone wants a little more detail about anything mentioned in the fic, tell me in your review, and I'll try and add it in a future part, K? If you were confused before, this part might just finish you off ~_^. Have a nice day.

Ginny :)

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Ginny found Harry and Hermione back at the Dugout a little later, Hermione armed with bandages conjured up by her wand, and breaking up a few dead- looking plants, which would, in theory, go into potions to help heal Harry's injuries. Harry was near unconscious from pain, and looked unnaturally white, as though all the blood had been drained from him.
"Ginny! Are you all right?" Hermione frowned anxiously as her friend wandered in.
Ginny nodded, looking shaken, "I'm... fine. Just a bit... jittery," She sat down unsteadily, her hands shaking.
"Did you-?" Hermione began.
"I let her go. I couldn't have killed her. I just couldn't. She's a human being. You can't just... just kill people," Ginny shook her head at the idea.
Hermione sighed, with an emotion that Ginny couldn't quite work out, "You should have killed her when you had the chance, you know," Hermione pursed her lips, "but it's good to know at least one of us has a little human goodness..." she added, wiping Harry's blood off her bony hands.
"Will he be all right?"
Hermione lowered her voice, presumably so that Harry couldn't hear, "I'd like to hope so," she replied, looking very sober, "but we're going nowhere with him like this, although we don't know how long he'll be like this for. We just don't have the medicines we used to."
Ginny nodded. She understood. Disease was rife in such unhygienic conditions, with little or no clean water, no clean clothes, there was only a 50/ 50 chance of anyone surviving something like a bullet- wound.
Ginny didn't think that she could bear to see any more of her friends die. She knew Hermione felt the same. At the moment, they were staying alive for each other, as well as for resistance against the Muggles.
All of them now had horrors in their past. Harry had always had no parents, but now his best friend, Ginny's brother, was dead, as well as most of his other friends. Ron's death had come worst to all of them, Hermione as much as anyone. She had been a mother to Ron's- now dead- baby. It had been born without a mouth, just one of the effects of a nuclear fallout that the Muggles had caused. The child, ugly with its unfinished face, had died within a few days; not long after Ron, who had never known of its existence.
Ginny had never been religious, but still she found herself praying for Harry, Hermione and herself. She prayed for Ron and for the little child's souls.
She prayed that they would find Malfoy.
She prayed for life to get better.
When they did find Malfoy, only hours later, he was dead.
His blood had soaked into the ground and mingled with the puddle water.

Hermione and Ginny both found themselves crying, whilst Harry lay asleep in the place they called home.

Jacqueline's POV

As I made my way home, I couldn't get the face and the name of the girl- Ginny Weasley- out of my mind. I recognised both, but I could not think from where. Weasley. Weasley... red hair, long nose, skinny- not that anyone wasn't these days, but her build was naturally just so-, tall... I knew those traits.
I was sure that it wasn't the girl that I knew, or else I would have known straight away. Maybe she had relatives? It wasn't impossible.
Eventually, when I could find no solution for the problem, I considered other things. What would I do about the 3 surviving Spacers? Was Draco Malfoy dead?
I should have made sure. I cursed myself once again for being so careless.
I decided to ask for help from some official or other. There was an old building that was used now and again-- I think it was a city farm once upon a time, before the animals had all died or been eaten, that was always occupied by someone or other.
Also, I'd have to get some life back into my hand where the spell had hit me. It was really beginning to ache now, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I needed one of the Spacers- there are a few- who worked for the Government. They are very low ranking, but get a little food and clothing for their services. Not to mention, they get to keep their lives.
The Spacers in question perform counter- curses for us and the like. We'd be completely stuck without them. I'd have this gun in my grasp for the rest of my life, if we didn't have any working for us. It was-
Then, as often happens when the mind has left a problem, I knew where I'd seen Ginny Weasley's likeness before; where I'd heard that name.
Ronald Weasley.
I knew that name. I could put a face to it now, too. Yes, I knew him all right. He was one of the Spacers who worked for us. I knew him a little, of old. Odd, when you think his relative is still alive-- in most cases, their whole families are dead, which is why they've come to us. I suppose he must have his reasons. I decided to seek him out. He could get the bloody gun off my hand, if nothing else.

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I found him exactly where I thought he would be; in the old farmhouse where Spacers who worked for the government were set up.
"You Ron Weasley?" I asked the tall young man, who was apparently busy doing nothing.
"Yeah."
"A Spacer, right?"
"Uh- huh."
"Can you get this sodding gun off my hand? And then I think I might want help with something else."
"You want Help? From a Spacer? Now this is something new," he put on a sarcastic tone.
"Shut up, wizeguy," I snapped. I could be bothered with petty arguments, "do something about this gun. Oh, and no funny stuff."
He sighed and waved his wand around, so that my hand was able to move again.
Well, that was something. I get the impression that he would have done anything but help me, if he'd had the choice, but if he'd done anything to me, there being so many Muggles around, it would have been as good as suicide.
"Ta, Weasley," I massaged my wrist and fingers, which were aching horribly, and picked up the gun from where I had dropped it on the ground.
He gave a brief nod, and turned away.
"I said I wanted help with something else!" I summoned him back.
"What?"
"I want you to play the friend for some Spacer 'mates' of mine."
"Death Eaters?"
"Don't make me laugh! No, not Death Eaters, just some ordinary Spacers. I think, you might know one of them?"
He stared at me suspiciously "Who?"
"Virginia Weasley might ring a bell."
"I'm not helping you kill my sister! I joined here to work against Death Eaters, not--"
"You'll have to do whatever I ask you to, Weasley."
"She thinks I'm dead, anyway, so it's no good trying to-"
"If she thinks you're dead, then she'll welcome you back with open arms, won't she?"
He glared at me, but he didn't answer, except to say, "Who are the others?"
"I don't know if you know them. It's not impossible."
"Who are the others?" he repeated, a deadly edge to his voice, which was as cold as steel.
"Well, Draco Malfoy's gone for a Burton, and-"
"Can you just tell me?!" He interrupted.
"You'll have heard of Harry Potter, of course, who hasn't? Not forgetting... it might be Harmony- Something like that-"
He had gone very pale indeed "Hermione Granger. My God. You want me to kill...?"
"Well, maybe not kill. More like, 'keep an eye on', you know?"
He stared, not at me, but at the wall, his voice having a rising note of panic in it, "I can't do that. No. No way. Nah- uh. There's... there's certain things... No." He shook his head violently; "I'm not... I couldn't... not my sister, not my two friends..."
"Well, fine. Have a nice funeral, kid," I turned to go "you don't help us, we don't help you. As from now, you're no longer under Government protection. That means, it's illegal for you to be here. You can be executed, you know, for that. And think how your dear dah-ling friends and sister would feel, if they 'accidentally' found out that you'd been working for us all this time."
"I never worked against them! That's not why I joined!" he thumped the wall.
"Temper, temper, Weasley."
"You can't tell them that, I-"
"They don't know anything about why you joined, and you needn't think I'll tell them. They will hate you for it, and be glad you died. If you help us Muggles, I shan't tell them you are working against them, so they won't know, and will be overjoyed that you are still alive. It makes sense, doesn't it."
"Um," he didn't know what to make of this. I watched him open and close his mouth like a goldfish, no sound coming out.
At last, "All right," he conceded, as he ran his fingers though his hair "I'll... do what I can."
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~*~Ron's Flashback~*~
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"Look, is this really, er, necessary?" Ron frowned at the young Muggle, doubtfully.
"It's essential that everything is done properly, Weasley."
"Yes, but can't everything be done properly without faking my death?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"If one of your friends... shall we say... 'blabs' to the Death Eaters, then you will not be able to help the Government fight against them. And then, what would be the point in it?"
"Um," now he was pretty much lost. Not that this feeling was in any way unfamiliar now.
Everything had been set for Ron to fake his death. Ginny was to be a witness to the murder that never happened, everything was planned. Ron was going to join the Muggle government to help fight against the Death Eaters. He did not know that, years later, he would rue the day he did. He had promised himself that he would never go against any of his kind except Death Eaters.
But this Muggle with a foreign- sounding name, this Jacqueline Raoul, who was apparently completely unhinged in her mind anyway, seemed to think he had to go into this awfully complicated mesh of fake deaths and everything. Ron didn't think he could cope with it all.
And Ginny? What about Ginny? She'd taken Charlie's death, most recently, really hard after all the others; this might just finish her sanity off.
"Did you tell your sis to come, Weasley?"
"Yeah. But look, this is-"
"She'll be here in a moment, then. Me and some others'll be along soon after she gets here. You know what to do, right?"
Ron nodded silently, his throat tight.
He knew.
He was to get Ginny into a cupboard so that she could see nothing of what went on. He would fake a fight with the Muggles, and make sure to leave some convincing blood marks, so that everyone would assume he'd been killed when he was never seen again. Ginny would do for a witness-- anyone else would probably fight back with him.
Ron hoped he was doing the right thing.
The Muggles left, leaving him alone...
There was a knock at the door.
"Hi!" she smiled brightly.
'Will you come into my parlour said the spider to the fly...'

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And don't flame me because it's a little R/ H. I could twist it to H/ H if I wanted, YOU don't know how it's gonna end up. So long as it's not G/ R [Ginny/ Ron], I don't see why you have to complain. Have a nice day!

I bet if Harry Potter was real, HE would review.*glares daggers at all those non- reviewers*.