'To Sleep No More' Part 10
by Ginny :)
THIS IS THE LAST PART!!!!!
3 fics in one day... I have no life...
The next fic I am writing is 'Fluke', and then a 5th 'Lily and James' series. No one voted for 'Fluke', but it's not as boring as I probably made it sound... I hope. :)
Well, Share and enjoy!!! *Gets smaked for the Hitch- Hiker's Guide To The Galexy reference, and wanders off singing the Sirius Cybernetics Corp. 'Share and Enjoy' themesong ... which I will spare you reading.]
Ginny :)
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What was there for Harry and Ron to do about anything? Life was
taking it's own pattern of events, and there was no way for either
of them to control it.
Both were devastated by Hermione and Ginny's deaths, but life
was life and death was death, although sometimes it seemed to
them both that they were living whilst dead. That should be impossible,
but it's amazing what endless cold, hunger and fear can do to
the mind. Sometimes it seemed to them, that someone was watching--
perhaps they were.
Ron could never get the thought of Jacqueline Raoul out of his
mind.
There was almost nothing for either Harry or Ron to do, except
worry and talk to each other. Ron was beginning to see why Hermione
had always kept herself busy. If you allowed your mind to wander
for any length of time, you became desperately depressed. Both
suffered from it terribly. But neither of them could do anything
about anything and that's what made it so much worse.
The oddest thing was, even though they went on like this for week,
both expected that Muggle to attack any moment. But she never
did. They both found themselves hoping that something had happened
to her.
They let their guard down.
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~*~Jacqueline's POV~*~
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I kept watch on their Hell- hole of a dugout every day for
some weeks. I kept hidden. I did not attack.
I waited.
They waited.
I waited.
They stopped waiting.
I waited.
They became complacent.
I waited.
They dropped their guard completely.
I waited... and then I smiled to myself. Everything was ready.
The stupid burks were not expecting me, and I knew it. They had
not even tried to run away-- not that Potter could run if he tried.
I saw them bury that Hermione girl. They were both crying. The
Spacers were getting their come-uppence for what they did to my
family and me. Finally, a little justice.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That way, everyone will
be blind and toothless, not just some of us.
They are a wicked People. Spacers deserve everything they get--
and worse. Although, deep down, I do want to pity them, I must
not let myself. They are evil people. They do not share their
magic willingly, and never did. They called us Muggles, long before
we called them Spacers.
To them, it was as though we were never even human, as though
we were unintelligent aliens to them, who were to be laughed at
and ignored, or, in the case of many, murdered in cold blood,
because we did not have the same powers as them. That is why we
call them Spacers-- if we are alien to them, they must be alien
to us. It's almost justice, when you look at it like that. Almost.
It was time for me to finish off these 2 remaining ones in the
area. Then I would get my revenge, my money, and I would have
done something right in the world.
It was early evening when I entered their dugout- it would not
do for them to be asleep- and the sun was like a red circle painted
onto the sky.
I had 2 guns with me, and some spare bullets. I was not about
to make the same mistakes as last time. I'm not stupid, whatever
they might think.
They were sitting around in one room, completely unsuspecting,
talking.
"Don't you ever wonder what happened to everyone from Hogwarts?"
That was the Potter boy.
"Sometimes. But if I were you, I'd try not to." Good
idea, Weasley. I could tell you exactly what happened to half
of them, and some of it ain't too nice.
"Mmm. It'd be good if we could turn back time. I don't suppose
Hermione kept her time turner from 3rd year?"
"I don't know. I never asked... I shouldn't think so. You
know what she was like, she'd have given it back to McGonagall
as soon as it wasn't needed."
"Yeah, I--"
I stepped into the room, smiling nastily.
"Hello, Weasley. Hello, Potter."
Both their mouths dropped open. They stared at me. I heard Potter
mutter something about not having his wand. I grinned. Weasley
jumped to his feet, a wand in his hand. I sent a bullet speeding
towards him, and it hit his wand before he had a chance to hex
me. Green sparks showered from the end of the broken wand. He
cursed, and the 2 Spacers exchanged horrified looks. It looked
as though they were otherwise unarmed. Good.
"Now, now, boys, it's not polite to try and kill guests."
"Get the Hell out of here, Muggle," spat Weasley, "You
killed Malfoy, and you killed my sister. Don't think I'm going
to let you get away with that." He ran at me again, trying
to knock me down. He hardly weighed anything. I stood my ground.
"Your kind killed my family, so I kill yours. Justice, you
think?" I looked at him through narrowed eyes. I hated them
both. Spacers. Spacers, who destroyed the world with their wars
against each other. They didn't care who they killed, so why should
I?
They both glared back at me. Both terrified. No doubt, both thinking
they knew their fates.
"That wasn't us!" Potter protested, "You can't
kill people for something someone else did!"
"Shut up, Potter," I turned to the other, "Weasley,
I suppose I ought to thank you for showing me where you live.
It looks like your 2- odd years of working for us Muggles paid
off-- for me, at any rate," I watched both their faces. Potter
had his mouth open, and Weasley was staring at me as though I
was a ghost, "And thank you also for delivering your sister
to me. But I have no more use for you, now..." I smiled,
grimly. I knew that Weasley was no longer loyal to us, but Potter
didn't. I had to have my revenge on him especially. He betrayed
us. We, who looked after him, grudgingly admitted, but nonetheless,
he surely owed us something.
"What-?" Potter began. Not exactly winner of the uptake-
speed competition, that one.
"I didn't mean for that--" Weasley shouted, as much
to me as Potter.
Potter turned a face drained of colour to him, "You... you...
did that?"
"No! I mean, yes, I mean... I didn't want it to turn out
like this... I mean..." he burbled over the words. I stood
and watched them.
"Admit it, Weasley. You killed your sister. You showed me
where you all lived. You killed her, and you betrayed your friends."
Both of them were shaking with anger. Potter was staring at Weasley
with an expression like I had never seen before. Weasley's fists
were clenched. They stared at each other, Weasley's eyes almost
begging Potter's hard, cold, as though he was not letting himself
cry.
Suddenly, he flew at Weasley. His bad leg was a definite disadvantage,
though, because he stumbled to the floor before he could reach
him.
"You... you bastard!" he yelled at Weasley, blood on
his face where he grazed it on the floor. This was going be amusing.
"Harry, I-"
"All this time, you were, were working with them!"
"Harry, it wasn't like that, I swear--"
"All this time... All this time! Whom else did you murder?!"
"I didn't murder anyone, I--" His eyes were huge with
pleading, with fear, with guilt.
Potter had picked himself up from the floor, and was leaning against
the wall for it to support him. They both seemed to have forgotten
that I was there.
"Get out of here! I bloody hate you, you--"
Bang.
I'd fired my gun at him. He fell to the floor like a rag doll.
Dead. He was at close range, and was an easy hit.
This would be my revenge on both of them.
Weasley stared at me. He looked as though all the blood had left
him.
"You shot him!"
"I know." Idiot.
"And now... you're going to shoot me? Come on then. I'm ready."
He thrust out his chin bravely, to prove to me he was not afraid.
I looked at him, almost pityingly, "Don't be silly."
"What?" he looked taken back.
"Kill you? When I could let you live?" I smiled at him
slowly, "Where would be the revenge in that? Goodbye, Weasley."
I turned and walked away. I would not have got anything out of
killing him. He was not on the Government hit- list. He was broken.
He had no one to team up with. He was harmless.
I smiled to myself as I walked away.
Ron's POV.
I didn't mean for everything to go like this. Never. I wanted
to help the Muggles work against the death eaters. But I was wrong.
Everything is so twisted.
I was responsible for the deaths of my sister, and Harry. I sob
into my hands as the thoughts sink in.
I know that I will remember Ginny's last song echoing round my
head so happily. Just when she thought everything was going fine.
Everything's free 'n' easy... do as you damn well pleasey...
why don't you make your way there... go there... stay there....
If only. If only...
And I'll always see Hermione in my mind's eye, as the beautiful
girl that she was, before everything turned out like this, before
she turned into a living skeleton. Images flash through my mind.
The one I know that I will never forget-- the skeleton-girl, lying
on a bed, with her face so peaceful...
'Hiroshima all over again...'
'... you were the only thing I had...' and I did that to her...
I did that...
'He who places his brother in the land is everywhere...'
She was right.
Another 'brother' to bury.
Harry. The last words my best friend spoke to me will always be
in my memory.
'I bloody hate you.'
'I bloody hate you.'
'I.... bloody.... hate.... you....'
His body is lying on the floor, stiff; his eye's glassy and
unseeing. Suddenly, I want them all back so much.
Jacqueline Raoul was right. It's a far worse thing to let me live,
then kill me.
She gave me the worst 'revenge' of all. Worse then the Dementor's
Kiss.
My wand is in splinters; no use for that. But I know I can't go
on...
I find out Harry's old wand, and point it towards myself. I pray
that my magic is strong enough. I have to see them again, my friends.
"Avada Kedavra"
I fall to the ground, engulfed by a green light. It feels like
warm air. And then I am falling...falling... falling downwards...
falling into a white light...
I was not going to allow that filthy Muggle to give me the worst
sentence of all.
I was not going to let her let me live.
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Please... read & review! Preferably constructive criticism, please! Tell me what I can improve in my writing, so my next story can be even better [and less depressing, hopefully]! Let me know if this story made you think, or made you cry or anything... please? I want to know if I was the only person seriously depressed by this!
That really would be much appriciated.
Cheers!
Ginny :)
