To Sleep No More

'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 :)