We stumble over tree roots in the dark until we hit the chain-link fence.
Luna's hastily-produced flashlight throws a beam on the southbound lanes of the Palisades.
No cars. No infected, either.
Fred locks his hands together to give me a boost. I straddle the fence and hit the other side with a thud. Luna and Pansy drop down.
Dead grass crunches under our feet as we move back so the guys can follow.
Neville hushes us, but there are no sounds of pursuit.
I think we would hear them; Lexers don't have the sense to be stealthy.
We race across the grassy median to where the northbound lanes glow in the moonlight.
Shots continue to ring out, but they're slowing. I don't know whether that's good or bad.
The only other sounds are our breathing and footfalls.
My breath is short and my muscles are tight, but I think I could keep walking along this asphalt road and never, ever stop.
I'm not sure how long we walk before we see flashing lights ahead, there are cop cars nearby.
Neville stops and reads the map by a light Luna shelters in her cupped hands.
"Looks like an entrance ramp. We can make it down to the Hudson Drive here. What do you guys think?"
"Maybe we should," I say. "The farther away we are, the better."
We walk single file in the shadows of the trees. There's nobody in or around the police cars.
Maybe they were called away. Maybe they're dead. Or maybe they're dead but alive, which still seems impossible.
Luna spots a path in the woods, and we follow it until we hit a board with a map a few yards in.
We're on a trail called The Long Path. It runs along the top of the Palisades all the way to Rockland County.
No one says anything.
Every decision we make seems monumental, and I don't want to be the one to steer us wrong.
At the thought of the distance ahead of us, of all the things that could go wrong, the energy drains out of me, like my feet have two rubber stoppers that have been left open.
The lights flash through the trees. They turn everyone's faces red, blue, white, red, blue, white. It makes me dizzy.
"We have to get away from the entrance. Why don't we stay on the trail?" Neville suggests. He points to the map. "Here, here and here are trails that head down to the river. Let's just walk."
It's hard to believe we're surrounded by city as we trudge through the woods.
Another mile and I want nothing more than to curl up and sleep.
Pansy stumbles every third step, and the only thing that keeps her upright is Malfoy holding her elbow.
The path opens up to an overlook with a view of the George Washington Bridge and Manhattan.
It's darker than usual.
I can make out the spire shapes of the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings, but the buildings themselves are dark.
"Looks like brownouts, maybe," Fred says.
"Or power plants shutting down," adds Neville.
Luna shudders. "I'm so glad we're not there." Then she shudders again.
Maybe she's thinking of her dad, or maybe it's because the breeze off the river is cold, especially now that the adrenaline is long gone.
Neville puts a comforting arm around her.
"Let's stop here," Pansy pleads. Her dark hair's come out of its ponytail and sticks to her face.
I drop my pack to the ground and rub the knots in my shoulder.
This tiny park's not a bad place to stop. The lampposts are still going here which is good.
We can see if anything's coming, and we can stay out of sight, if we sleep just inside the trees.
Everyone sets down their packs in exhaustion and agreement.
There are only four sleeping bags and Neville smiles shyly at Luna.
"I know I haven't taken you on that first date yet, but you can share a sleeping bag with me if you'd like? I promise to be a gentleman."
Luna blushes sweetly and nods.
I can see Malfoy roll his eyes, even in the dark.
Malfoy and I were supposed to share a sleepingbag.
Before things can get awkward, I unfasten mine and roll it to him.
"Here, I'll share with Fred." Malfoy nods his thanks to me, but lurking beneath his eyes is an emotion that's definitely not pleasure.
Fred points a finger at me. "No hand stuff, woman. And no funny business."
The world could be ending, the world may be doing just that, and Fred wouldn't be able to pass up the opportunity to make a joke.
It may be the number one reason why I love him.
"I don't know if I'll be able to restrain myself," I say, thankful he's saved the moment.
"But I'll have to try, seeing as how we have first watch."
He groans and yawns. "Only forty-five minutes. We all need some sleep."
Luna and Neville agree to share next watch.
Fred and I lean against a tree with an emergency blanket under us and the sleeping bag unzipped over top.
I snuggle against him.
Fred always smells like the outdoors, like clothes that have dried in the sunshine.
Maybe it soaked into him when he was a kid, growing up at the Burrow.
We stare into the dark long enough for my heart to resume its regular rate.
"You know how we talked about what we would do if the world ended?" he whispers.
"Of course."
It's fun to discuss over a beer in a warm bar, to imagine that it would be an adventure. And now here we are. I'm exhausted. I'm scared out of my mind. I already feel filthy and despairing.
"I'm glad we were all together. I knew working with you would pay off one day, even if you never let me get anything done." He pinches me, and I can make out his smile in the pre-dawn light before his face turns grim. "I feel like we've been thrust into a horror movie midway, you know? But we didn't do so badly."
"Well, it's certainly not as much fun as it's cracked up to be. But at least we're out of there."
I watch Manhattan's dark skyline and think about all of those people waiting for help. People who don't deserve what they're going to get. People, like Dr. Lovegood, who we love.
The time goes fast. Neville and Luna practically leap out of their sleeping bag with fright when I touch them.
We zip ourselves into their warm nest, and I fall asleep wrapped in Fred's arms.
I awaken to the sound of thunder in the distance, but my face is warm with sunshine.
I crack an eye. It's tired and grainy and begs me to let it rest, but I force it open and see blue sky overhead.
I sit up quickly, having forgotten that I'm in a sleeping bag with another human being, and get thrown back down by a heavy arm.
Fred grunts but doesn't wake, I ease myself out trying not to wake him.
Pansy and Malfoy are fast asleep against a tree, their watch duties forgotten.
A part of me wants to be angry that they left us so vulnerable, but I can't really blame them, it's been a rough night.
Plumes of smoke rise into the air over Manhattan.
I move to the edge of the lookout in awe.
It looks like a war zone.
A louder roll of what I now know isn't thunder booms.
Another plume joins the others to linger like smog over the city.
There are exclamations as everyone wakes up.
They quickly joins me at the ledge, eyes red with sleep.
Pansy and Malfoy share a guilty look that they've literally fallen asleep on the job.
Neville leans on the rock wall that lines the cliff and peers into the distance. "The bridges. They're really doing it, aren't they?"
As if in answer to his question, a helicopter zooms from the New Jersey side to the middle of the George Washington Bridge, then swoops away and hovers at a distance.
The middle of the bridge becomes a blur from the explosion. It thuds in my chest and up through my feet.
We all cry out in shock.
Nine million people are about to find out they've been left to the wolves.
Terror seizes my insides, along with a breathless relief.
We're safe on the other side.
Safer than them, at least.
The suspension cables of the bridge are still there when the smoke clears. They've only blown up the roadway. The helicopter retreats back into Jersey.
"Maybe they're thinking they might need to fix the bridge at some point," Fred says icily. "Maybe some poor bastards will be able to walk across what's left."
I know what he's feeling. That could be us in there. That is us in there, people just like us.
Malfoy's mouth hangs open slightly. "I cant fucking believe it."
I touch his hand. I'm so used to touching him that it doesn't feel strange until he moves his hand away.
I want to say it'll be okay, but I don't think it will be. I think that's what's shocking him most of all.
The world as we know it no longer applies.
Neville roots around in his pack for his iPad.
He hasn't been able to get onto his internet all night, and our phones are useless. I try to send Harry a psychic message. We're okay. I'm heading to the house. He must be going crazy.
"Got it!"Neville yells, but then looks around worried.
It's been quiet here, no signs of infected, but that doesnt mean its completely safe.
He motions to us with his hand.
He sits on one of the benches as we huddle around him.
On a news site the headline reads: Major U.S. Cities Being Abandoned President, from Undisclosed Location, Calls for Residents to Prepare for Long Siege Medical Experts Report Infected May Already Be Dead.
Neville reads aloud, "The president announced today that most major cities in the United States were 'unable to be cleared of infection. Every major city in the country reports numbers of sick that are overwhelming and untreatable. Hospitals stand empty. The sick now wander the streets spreading the virus LX."
"The virus, spread through bodily fluids, has torn through the world. All contact with China and much of Europe was lost yesterday. Both were hit with the LX virus only days before the United States. Police departments and National Guard units are stretched thin. Many have abandoned their posts to care for their own families, leaving no one to answer calls for help. Projections showed that the cities on the East Coast, where the infection was least prevalent, would be fifteen percent infected by this morning, even with curfews in effect. A decision was made to abandon cities and focus efforts on less populated areas."
"This was not an easy decision,' the president said this morning. 'We have not forgotten you. I am sure you all understand the need to keep this infection in check. We ask that you leave your homes only if absolutely necessary. It will only be a matter of days until we can muster our forces to fight the virus. God bless you all.'"
"The main arteries out of cities have been barricaded or destroyed. This leaves the president's detractors to ask how exactly the military plans to come back in after their forces are 'mustered."
"'They're not coming back,' said a highly-placed government source. 'Those cities have been written off until the infection dies out on its own.' "When asked how long those infected with the virus live, he replied, 'That's the thing. We just don't know. They aren't even alive.'"
"The rumor that the infected persons may not be alive, even though they appear to be, has been floating around since yesterday. This startling statement was denied by the CDC, but backed up by medical professionals who have been treating patients with the virus. The CDC released a statement last night that read, in part: There is no known cure for for the LX virus. The transmission rate is one hundred percent if you are exposed to the virus and the mortality rate is also one hundred percent. We ask that all citizens take the precautions of staying indoors and not attempting to care for infected loved ones."
The internet cuts out abruptly on Neville's ipad.
Fred swears quietly next to me, but everyone else remains silent.
It really is the end of the world.