'To Sleep No More' Part 9
by Ginny :)
I want to dedicate this part to my grandad, my he rest in peace *sniffle* :-(
Incidentally, Versper, since you asked, we are not doing the Holocaust or WWII in history. We are doing Elvis Presley, who can be just as depressing, when you've just written a 10 page essay about him, trust me.
Oh... and when I said that Ron told Hermione & Harry everything, I meant about Ginny getting killed, not how he worked against them! He isn't that much of an idiot. Well, probably not. Bets? :)
And Ginny isn't [well, wasn't] meant to be self- insertion, for all those who seem to have decided that she was for some reason. I just chose her name as a pen name because I like the name! Nothing to do with self- insertion, I'm afraid.
here goes the fic! Please read and review!
Ginny :)
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Times got gradually worse for the 3 friends. Ginny had been the one of them who ever had any hope for the future, and now she was gone, the days seemed so much darker.
No laughter.
No singing.
No cheerful chattering.
No nothing.
Ron continually blamed himself, which, quite apart from anything else, agitated Harry and Hermione. He wanted to be alone again, for the first time ever since meeting his friends. He almost wished himself dead. But he had someone to stay alive for now. Two people. Harry and Hermione.
Hermione was gradually getting sicker. Her hair had grown so thin you could see through to the scalp, and her eyes had sunk into her skull. She was now little more then a skeleton with skin on it to look at. Someone had to be there for her.
Then there was Harry. His leg was little better, and it seemed doubtful that he would be able to walk without limping again. His knee still ached something terrible. He and Hermione were little help to each other. So Ron had to stay, if only for them.
And Ron still loved Hermione deep inside, although she would have nothing to do with him in that way any more. Ron vaguely suspected that this had something to do with Harry; they had been living together without him for 2 years. Surely something had happened between them? They were certainly closer then ever before, although they both denied anything of that sort.
They all wanted to leave their dugout, to a safehaven where no Muggles could find them, but getting anywhere was near impossible. Hermione was too sick, and Harry was too slow.
Of course, there was also the problem of where to go. Hogwarts had long ago been destroyed by Death Eaters, with the deaths of hundreds of students and teachers, and so that was not an option. Diagon Ally and it's nearby streets had suffered a similar fate, blown to bits whilst innocent people went about their day's work of shopping and selling, and anyhow, there was no way to get there. The tube system had been shut down by Muggles, buses no longer ran, and the idea of Spacers owning any sort of transportation was laughable. The floo network had shut down long ago.
So. What could they do except wait? Wait for death to come. Maybe it would come accompanied by sickness, maybe famine, maybe drought, maybe cold, maybe bullets. This Muggle woman, Raoul, was just another nail in the coffin of time.
Ron sat, hugging his knees as the light faded, watching his friends fall asleep. Harry was snoring gently. The sound was almost soothing.
Every night, one of them had to keep watch, because of the Muggles. Usually it was Ron, because Hermione never had enough strength, although Harry always did his fair share when he wasn't in pain.
Eventually, Ron fell asleep too, even though he thought it would be impossible. Maybe everyone has just so much emotion, and when it's been used up, that's it; you just accept everything. Either way, all 3 slept, although not all of them had sweet dreams.
Ron dreamed of loud noises surrounding him. People screaming. Bombs exploding. Curses blasting. Children crying. All was dark, and he could barely see the grey shadows of people that flitted by him like lost souls. Someone seemed to grab at his arm, but he wrenched himself free from their grasp. Words echoed indistinctly around his head, to faint and indistinct to be understood. But the voices sounded upset, devastated, tearful. Ron knew he had to help these feature-less people, but there was nothing he could do. He ran around, trying to help them with whatever it was they were trying to achieve, but they seemed to shrink away. There was nothing he could do for them. The world was spiralling away out of his grip out of control...
Harry's dream was confused. He seemed to be holding a Muggle gun, but did not know how to use it. Something was following him. Something large, probably with teeth and claws. The only thing that was holding it back was the fact he had a gun in his hand. A gun he did not know how to fire. He ran, confused, through what seemed to be the Forbidden Forest. Everything seemed to spin around... he woke up and stared at the wall. Then everything seemed to settle down again, and he fell again to sleeping. This time, he had no dreams or thoughts in his head.
Hermione was so deep in sleep she wasn't aware, for the first time in ages, of the pain in her stomach like a rat gnawing away at her insides, the cold that gripped at her like a dead man's hand, or the coughing that shook her body.
She was far away from bombed- out London. Somewhere shrouded in a golden- pink mist, where, like Ron's dream, figures floated around here. But these figures were not the grey shadows that Ron saw, but full- figured people with misty features, who smiled at Hermione sweetly. She smiled back at them. They were beautiful.
Then the figures seemed to come more into focus, and evolved into people she knew. The Weasleys, except for Ron, smiled down on her, and Fred gave her the thumbs up. Neville grinned and waved at her cheerily. Hannah Abbot smiled and Cho Chang beamed.
Hermione smiled and laughed with them.
And then Hermione saw her parents. Her parents! Who had been Gone for so long... she ran forwards and embraced them, crying with happiness. As her arms locked around them, she felt for a moment as though she was falling... falling... falling...
She felt an impact like hitting the ground, and she knew that this was her place now. With her family. Ron and Harry would get by. She was not needed on earth any more; she had no use left there.
When Harry and Ron awoke next morning, Hermione was lying, stiff in her bed, a smile on her face. Another star in the sky tonight... another Penny in Heaven.
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Sorry that was soooo short, but right now, I'm all at what my sister Milly would call 'sixes and sevenzes'... my granddad has just died, I have a mountain of homework, a million other fics to work on, a show to perform in [Fiddler On The Roof], I just got back from Chipping [where I went on holiday], and I'm sure I'm going mad [well, madder].
... Whilest I'm writing this pointless author's note, I might as well ask for a little question I want a li'l help with... being, which fic would you people like me to work on next? I have ideas, that follow this note... Please tell me in your review which one you'd like to read...
Sunshine If Eternal Makes The Flowers Fade-- A MWPP/ L story I started ages ago... kinda action/ adventure fic. I've been informed that it's funny, and who am I to argue...? I want to finish this, but I'm not sure how many people actually care if I do or not... and I'm still at a bit of a loss with the damn thing!
Fluke-- Fluke Astley, a 4th year Hufflepuff, is completely average. Completely and utterly unremarkable, except for a talent for drawing. So... why does Tom Riddle want to be friends with her? [Romance... depending on how you look at it... erm... whatever... and no, rape etc., has nothing to do with it. Have a nice day.]
Lily and James; Lapis Lazuri-- a 5th series in my 'Lily and James' saga. Reading the other parts isn't 100% necessary, although it will probably help with this one. Set after the friends leave Hogwarts, Voldemort's power very much on the rise, James manages to get himself in trouble with Death Eaters. And who is expected to help him? I'll give you three guesses... Romancey, but don't expect anything particularly sappy, because I am the most hopeless romance writer ever born.
Lily and James; Times Twist And Turn About; I'll probably change the title. An alternative L/ J 5th series fic. Someone turns up in the Gryffindor Common room, and they are pretty surprised. And they aren't a death eater, or a spy, and the don't try to kill anyone, either, which is apparently very unusual for Hogwarts. Probably a mix of action/ adventure and humour. Reading the 4 series before it isn't really necessary, although it might help a little. [[They are; Lily and James; Dreams Don't Come True [sappy romance], then Lily and James; The 4 Powers [action/ adventure, mostly], then Lily and James; Will 'O The Wisp [definitely action adventure, my fave series in the saga!], and finally, Lily and James; The Tables Have Turned [Romacey-ish, but not L/ J. It involves Sirius and another character. This is more of a weird mix of genres...]]
Something I haven't Named Yet-- Harry annoys Malfoy. Malfoy takes his revenge, and my weird sense of humour takes over. No, its not a 'Harry annoys Malfoy, Malfoy takes revenge, so Harry takes revenge back, so Malfoy does something else... yadda yadda yadda... type fic. Anyone who likes Neville and Trevor will probably enjoy this story too!
Mary, Mary Quite Contrary-- Now, this is... very strange. A new girl at Hogwarts has something to hide... Basically, this series is a very silly idea I got from goodness- knows- where... Don't read it if you take fanfiction too seriously, please! I'm basically seeing how far I can take the incredibly weird boundaries in fanfiction. Practically the complete opposite to 'To Sleep No More'.
The People Of Then-- A 3rd original story! The world is turned upside down when a race of strange beings, magicians, fairies, elves and the like, decide to come from Then, and their own world, to Now, on Earth. More specifically, Oxfordshire, England. Can Tarot, Fij and Lally stop them...? Fantasy and humour.
Well, please tell me!!!! Cheers!!!
Ginny :)
