October 1, 1980
I shouldn't be so jumpy about this. Eventually it shall blow my cover. Indeed Malfoy caught me. But not the real me, the Samantha Briers me he caught. I told him some silly fib about me secretly meeting some lad from Hogsmede and he sent me back to the school with detention personally with him. My poor perfect record…ruined! I know I shouldn't worry about some so insignificant but still…Ugh! I still am disgusted by the remark that Malfoy made. "It hurts me to punish you this way. You're such a pretty Hufflepuff and would be very useful to me. Now go get in some more trouble so I can punish you my way." At that he started to pull down his pants but I ran away. The disgusting excuse for a creature! I really need to get out of here.
October 5, 1980
I AM FREE! Well I hope I am. I cannot truly say that I am free until this horror is over. Currently I am hiding in a small cave that is near Hogsmede. It is the furthest I dare venture this evening. No one will notice this cave unless they climb the side of this rocky mountain like thing. It hurts, all of this hurts. It's cold, I'm hungry, and I'm scared. Never in my life have I been forced to face these types of challenges. Up here in this stony hideout it's cold from the wind's breeze, I couldn't bring myself to steal food as I made my way up here. The cuts on my body have stopped bleeding. I have no regrets though, in a way I suppose I am standing up for all the muggle-borns by escaping. If only I could do more to stop the horror that I know will come. If only. . .
October 12, 1980
I haven't had the time to write in this lately. The journey has been rather difficult so far but I do know that it will get harder. Already I have made my way to Inverness. Sadly enough I have made myself steal food. I already know that I will be forced to do some sinful things. Thankfully Inverness is a muggle town, but I have already spotted signs of the war going on in the magical world. I found some money in the street and used it to buy a Daily Prophet earlier. The headlines are horrible, it seems the newspaper hasn't been taken over yet and the Ministry is still standing. I found out yesterday that the Dark Lord has his own newspaper. My name was in there, along with a picture. . . I couldn't find anything in the area to stick it to this page so I'll simply write it now.
Death to Runaway Mudbloods
After the takeover at Hogwarts, the first wave of mudbloods
were to be sent over to the concentration camp near Thurso.
All Death Eaters are to be on the look out for the following
Mudbloods who some how managed to escape.
¤ MB13- Liliaña Evans: seventeen years old, red hair, 5'6,
green eyes. To be killed if seen.
It went on to list most of the first and second year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw muggle-borns. I was one of the few older ones who managed to escape. No one from Hufflepuff escaped though. Tomorrow I leave for Aberdeen. My ultimate goal is still to find Andrew at the base near Plymouth but for now I wish to stop by Newcastle in order to check that my family is all right. Hopefully I will reach them by November 29th. I dare not use magic or travel some other way then walking. I shan't have the money for muggle coach or train. No one should be forced to endure these struggles that the magical world is facing. It isn't humane.
October 20, 1980
Aberdeen is near! Though I rarely venture into these areas I suppose that the names are all I can go by. Trudging through unknown terrain is rather weary. I'll admit the land is so beautiful but the rain and harshness of the environment put a damper on the whole experience. My feet have made quite the journey, traveling in the night and resting in the daylight. I've been planning out my course of action or rather travel plans. Right now I am located near Kinnairds Head, 50 km from Aberdeen and still in Scotland. I wish I had something exciting to write about but this trip has been tiresome and boring, not that I'm complaining . . .
October 31, 1980
Be careful what you wish for. I wished for something exciting but I never wished for me to almost be raped. I have always disliked cities and Aberdeen has been no different. I arrived late last night and was searching for a place to rest when this sorry excuse for a man came over to me and attacked. He said he knew I wanted him and UGH! I wish - wait no, I hope that something like that doesn't happen again. I fear for my life, I fear for those around me. Tomorrow, at first star in sight, I will begin to make my way through the Grampian Mountains. I suppose the smart thing would be to find some muggle transportation but I haven't the money and it isn't safe for me to settle down in one place. I suppose once I arrive at home I may be able to get an auto but for now it is by foot through this land. I suppose that things will get worse but I shall be able to deal with it right? Right now, more then ever before, I wish I was Peter Pan. I just want to go away to Never Land and stay young forever, being the mother of Peter and the Lost Boys. That or be a Lost Girl myself. Second star to the right, and straight on till morning. Silly me! I should know better and grow up, after all this current situation needs to be looked at as an adult and not some asinine child. Yes, that's how I was acting, a frivolous little child who was baffled. It's for the better that I grow up, no more laughter, and no more smiles. That is for children and I must be grown up and sedate.