A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Fantasty February Day Twenty-Four - It's 2:00 am. Suddenly you're woken up to see that an emergency broadcast has been aired. The message simply states "RUN".
Word Count: 600
Warning: mentions murder
It's two am, the screaming alert pulls me from my sleep. I expect the usual. So many dead in another shooting, or something about the plague gripping our nation. Instead the broadcast is one red word this time, RUN. I grab my emergency pack from the door and step out into the muggy night air.
I don't know where I'm supposed to be going, but obviously I can't stay here. They've found me. I know that much. After ten years of pretending to be someone else, pretending to be normal, they've found me. I end up at a tiny diner just as the sun is starting to rise. Here no one is paying attention to me, I'm a nobody. I look like hell, my hair a frizzy mess, my face splotched from running, from crying. I look like a morning breakfast after doing something stupid girl. In a way, that's who I am.
We did something stupid, something we thought we'd never have to answer for. Murder charges don't expire. It doesn't matter that I wasn't the one holding the gun. It should, but I know it doesn't. My watch beeps on the hour. I ignore it. Time doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore. I just need to find him, find out if he's alright. We went our separate ways afterwards, after everything.
No way to contact one another, it was safer that way. I mean, when you murder one public figure, you've made yourself public enemy number one. I take solace in the fact he deserved it. Not that we could ever prove anything. The door chimes open and I raise my head. Tall, dark, and scarred is the man who walks in. He nods to the counter before sliding into my booth. My brown eyes meet his black ones. For a moment we sit in silence.
Neither of us knowing what to say. He holds up his wrist bracelet, the alert still reading 'run'. I nod. It's why we're both here. The telly in the background is playing the news. They've found the body, his body, the body of Albus Dumbledore. They're looking for his killers now, no one suspects us yet, but it's only a matter of time.
I turn and look back at Severus. He's drinking a cup of coffee, his eyes nervously glancing around. I pull up an image of a map on my bracelet, it shimmers for a second. Severus looks at it as I try to remember who we're at war with, there's so many now. Neverending war, neverending death, if anyone knew the truth about things, about the fact there's so many more worlds hidden beneath the surface.
They'll never look that deep, too involved in their own problems. The magic world once upon a time welcomed us, two people from the outside. Now, we've made ourselves pariahs, made ourselves enemies. They'll keep trying to find us. Severus points to a small island, just south of the continant. It's small, probably uninhabited. It would be safe, if we wanted to go there, live out our days together.
We split after the murder, could I learn to live with him again, could I learn to love him again. He nods to the door. I glance over. I can see the shadows moving. They've found us. Not surprised, nothing surprises me anymore honestly. I look back at Severus. I could learn to love him again. He puts out a hand and I take it, letting the world jerk and swirl around us as we find yet another place to, at least temporarily, call home.