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Same Night
September, 1940; Dresden, Germany

This, was it. Two scraps of paper, a suitcase at my feet, and a train ticket in my hand. I couldn't believe my mother had done such a thing to me. To think she had kicked her only daughter, her pride and joy, on the dangerous streets of a prejudice world - with barely any magic in her blood that she could tap into. I felt tears sparkling at the corner of my eyes and I reached up one hand that held the train ticket and list of spells, to prod under my glasses and wipe them away before they fell. I couldn't believe that my mother was just going to drop me here like she had never known me. I was her child! This was ridiculous. . . Shock had gripped my heart with a tenacious, viciously cold grip - the coldness seeping down into my bones like it had never done so before.

I gulped and a few droplets of water spilled loose from my eyes, worming their way down my pale cheeks and underneath the bottom frame of my glasses. Momma's letter crumpled in my hand and I turned around, still feeling eyes on my back. Alfred, he had seen the entire thing. From the wand, to the letter, to the train ticket. He had to know that I was leaving, and wouldn't be at school. I could trust him, couldn't I? I could trust him with the fact to keep my disappearance under the rug. . . but what if he had seen the wand? I couldn't risk the balance that Momma had talked about, the status quo that was to be kept the same. . . Sobs were threatening to tear at my soul and I turned on my heal, snatching up the suitcase with trembling fingers.

"Alfred," I hiccuped. I couldn't speak properly - it was like my tongue had been glued to the roof of my mouth. Alfred, with his glittering, emotional eyes, had seen it all - and I hoped he held some comfort before I was sent off to who know's where. "I ne-need you t-to do something -hic!- for me. . ." I was distraught, and it had shown completely in my voice. I hoped, I dearly hoped that he would understand my situation - wouldn't ask questions, and tell everyone at school that I had been shipped off somewhere. Or was deathly ill.

"Minka?" Was the quiet response I had gotten and I felt him come closer, felt his arms wrap around my shock tightened body. I didn't have a choice, but as soon as his embrace enveloped me like a warm fire, I leaned into his taller shoulder, and wept. I had never done this before, never. I normally kept my emotions, opinions, anything, inside with a tongue in my cheek unless I was asked how I felt, asked what my opinions were. Never had I been considered and comforted like this before by anyone other than my parents. "Minka, what's going on? Calm down," He whispered those sweet nothings in my ear and I bit in my last audible sob, my hands crunching the papers in them. I felt sick to my stomach, and I knew my mother could be watching, so I had to hurry and forget the fact that I could not see (my glasses had been twisted sideways, smudged over with tears) and the fact that I felt as if if I were to take another step on my own, I'd collapse. "Minka, tell me what's the matter."

I had to be strong.

For myself. For my family. For Alfred and his little puppy that made me so happy before in it's innocence. I pulled away from his shoulders and bent over, picking up the suitcase, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand from underneath my lenses. I would clean them off later. I had to get out of sight of my house before someone came. "Alfred, I'm leaving. You can't tell anyone. They won't miss me at s-school, I'm sure. B-But if anyone asks you. . .say that I-I've. . . " I coughed and choked on my own words. I've what? What had I done that the school would believe? "Tell them I'm dead. I've died. Sickness, shot, whatever." My voice shook in it's whisper and I quickly turned my back, only to be stopped by Alfred's hand. My view of the little creek that went through Dresden changed, and I saw Alfred's worried gaze again. "Please?"

My mouth worked open like a fish had just plopped out of the creek, but before I could say anything, my arms were deadlocked in a vice-like grip. A hug had been administered by Alfred, a tighter one that I couldn't ever imagine his slender arms possessing that much strength. I gasped and my suitcase dropped; the locks clicked as they hit the cobble stones as I had my head pressed into Alfred's chest. "Be careful, Minka. Promise?"

"I promise, I promise!" I gasped out. It was unbelievable that he held that much emotion for me - we had barely talked before, mainly because of the stares we received whenever we would talk around the school courtyard. "I need to go!" Reluctantly, he let me go and picked up my suitcase, sadness glittered in his eyes.

Alfred bit his bottom lip, and I could see it turning red. I bet that he was having a mental battle with himself as he handed my suitcase to me, that contained who knows what, and decided whether to let me go or not. Not like he had a choice, not like I had a choice. I was ordered to go, for my own safety. "Be safe," I heard him whisper as I turned my back upon him for the final time, I was sure, and faced the bridge that crossed the little creek that ran through peaceful Dresden. My footsteps echoed on the pavement and I made sure that the pieces of paper and the train ticket were firmly in my hand still at the end of the bridge. The streets looked ominously quiet in their dimly lighted glory. No guards had been placed on the street corners, like expected. Perhaps I had been lucky enough to encounter a guard exchange, and most of them were talking on their way to their posts? I had hoped this intended thought was true.

I knew my basic way around Dresden, but I would have felt better with a map, navigating around the sullen, dark streets and corridors that would eventually lead me to the hustle and bustle of the city - the train station. My hands pushed the papers into the pockets of my skirt, feeling a pair of eyes on my back I cautiously pulled the wand from my waistband holding it high, having no clue what I was supposed to do if my intuition was right and I was being watched. My breath was shaky, my face still tear streaked - and I kept thinking about Alfred, and how tomorrow, I would be on a train, zooming through the country side, and he and his family were bound to be taken away. It was unfair. Even with magic I could do nothing to save him, after he had been the one to save me. Well, he was going to - I had faith in him, I was sure.

Perhaps, perhaps Alfred had followed me? And that's the reason why I felt someone watching? I spun on my heal, and alas, no one, not a single thing was there. Paranoia, I concluded, and continued to walk past lovely homes that I would never dare touch foot in - belonging to native Germans who would have my hide if I even sat on their stoop. It would be a long, hard trek up to the train station, for I was sure that there were bound to be at least one guard who I would see, or who would stop me and ask where I was going. Maybe taking the back alleys should have been a better route to go, considering my paranoia was creeping up on me and making my heart jump, my pulse race, and my senses heighten at every gust of wind that swept through the silent, beautiful city I had once called 'home'.

With my wand still raised, and the cool wind brushing up against my throat and chilling the pendant around my neck, I could just about see the train station, not as busy I would have expected, looming in the distance. Fear flooded my veins. I was so close, yet so far away, from freedom and whatever else this trap could have set for me. I wasn't prepared for anything, I didn't know any of the spells my mother had given me, and even if I did - I bet I could rarely perform them. Mother had mentioned something about illegal magic in front of Muggles, that could get me traced. How they could trace me, I didn't know.

Finally, the lady at the ticket stand had come into my sight, and I handed her my ticket, my wand in my hand without a second thought. I saw the lady's slender eyebrows perk when she took my ticket, and she asked two questions I was sure I was going to be asked somewhere down the line. It began to drizzle, and people hurried to their compartments. "Here," She said, handing the stub back. "Third car from the stop light, last compartment on the right. But, hold on," The swedish woman paused me, pointing at my wand. "Why are you carrying a stick, and where are your parents?"

I hurridly stuck my wand back into my pockets. I wanted to avoid that question no matter who asked it - whether they be elderly ticket ladies, or those perfect, Aryan people who wore the Fuhrer's mark so proudly on their collar. My braids began to soak in the heavying rain, and they fell over my shoulders as I stuttered out an explanation. "My p-parents are at the stop I'm go-going to get off of. T-They sent me here t-two weeks ago for my Gran-Granparents." Another one of her eyebrows raised into her tamed gray hair and she shooed me off.

I followed her directions, and there - was my compartment door, all to myself, so it seemed. I had received several grumbles and rude gestures on the way down, perhaps they had realized I was a Jew? This would be horrible, of course knowing my luck - and I was pleased that I could receive a compartment to myself to examine the spells, possibly try some out - when I was tapped on the shoulder.

A thick German voice called out to me.

"Excuse me, girl? What are you doing?"

I froze.

Why couldn't they just leave me alone?!

Author's Note: Here it is, and I just had to end it with suspense, didn't I? ♥♥ Send your love in a review, please!

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