A/N: This is a new little thingie I came up with at around midnight a few nights ago when I was supposed to be asleep

A/N: This is a new little thingie I came up with at around midnight a few nights ago when I was supposed to be asleep. ::giggles::  And for once, I don't think Sicily had anything to do with it. I haven't seen her in a while. ::grins:: I'm still trying to decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway…um…yeah.

Summary: Someone…I won't tell you who yet…you'll find out in chapter, um, six, I think…has left England to get away from Voldemort during his return to power. Written in kind of a journal form---no speech until chapter six, either. Ah well. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Never has and never will belong to me.

In The Blink of an Eye

It's funny how time flies when your life is in danger. You can't blink, or your best friend'll die while your eyes are closed.

You can't look away, either. Try that and *you'll* be murdered while your back is turned. In these times, at the peak of You-Know-Who's reign, there's no one you can trust. I mean, look at what happened to James and Lily.

That's why I have so few friends. Better to be friendless than to have your closest friend up and die on you—or betray you. I nearly left England because of it, too. Who would care? At this point, even Rita Skeeter has better things to think about.

*Would* anyone miss me if I left? Okay, Mum and Dad would. And Harry. Maybe. After all, I *am* his *girlfriend*, aren't I?

Hah. Big fat fucking hah.

Anyway…where was I? Ah yes. Can't blink. Can't sleep, can't turn and look over your shoulder. Can't pause to take an extra breath or to get the mail. Too dangerous.

An owl just flew in my window. Doesn't look familiar, I guess it's one of Hogwarts'. I better see what it wants…

You know, I'm not really surprised. I think we all knew they would eventually have to close Hogwarts down. Too many deaths, I suppose. It'd be too easy to give the right password to the wrong person and end up with Voldemort breathing down your necks.

Hmm. Would you look at that. I actually thought his name. Am I really not afraid of him, or am I just trying to convince myself that I'm not a coward?

Maybe I *should* leave the country. Go to one of the Americas. I've heard the Reign isn't nearly as bad over there.

"You're only sixteen." People younger than me have gone out on their own and made it. "You haven't even finished school yet." It shut down, remember? "You can't go off on your own." I don't need protection anymore. In this time, I've learned how to take care of myself. "You're too young." I'll be seventeen in eight months. Nearly the age of consent.

They wouldn't let me go by myself. And that's all I want right now.

So I won't tell anyone. I'll simply leave a note, saying that I won't say where I'm going but that I'll be safe. That I might come back when the Reign is over.

*Coward.*

You're running from your problems. When has that ever helped matters?

*Coward.*

They won't want me back. "You couldn't stand up to the danger. You aren't welcome here anymore." That's what they'll say.

*Selfish, spoiled brat.*

That does it. I'm going. America, yes. The United States. New York? California? Texas? Florida? Oh, it doesn't matter. Whatever's the cheapest. Can't afford to waste money on a place where I might make friends.

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