Written for the Monthly Hetastic Drabble-Athon Competition. Prompt 25; lost
Witten for the Journey Through Hogwarts Challenge. Prompts include lake, important, and unknown.
Authors note: I realize this is short, it's killing me, but it is meant to be a 500 word drabble! So I apologize if it seems rushed.
September 9th
Dear Journal,
To be perfectly honest, I'm not entirely sure how to go about writing in you. I've never had a journal before, I've always found the concept of keeping one rather silly, but Fred insisted that it was important I write down how I'm feeling during the hunt. He says I get too high strung for my own good and that I should have something to vent in. I don't know how often I'll write in you, if at all, but I can try. So I suppose that's why I'm writing in you now. It's so odd to think that only a few days ago we were at Bill's wedding, celebrating a beautiful evening, and not in a tent in the middle of the forest, scared and exhausted. Fred and I had ventured away and we sat near the lake, where we just talked and held one another. We spoke of the future, one filled with hope, and that's when you were given to me. Shortly after, they showed up.
November 10th
Dear Journal,
I haven't had much time to write in you, but something happened today and I don't know if it's good or bad. We found a Horcrux, but we've had to take turns wearing it until we find out how to destroy it. It takes a toll on the wearer emotionally, Ronald seems the most susceptible to it. I hope we get rid of it soon.
January 23rd
Dear Journal,
I am so frightened, though I'm not sure what I fear most. Snatchers. Voldemort. Death. Maybe it's the unknown, the fact that we really don't know how this is going to turn out. Who will be lost, what side will win, if our efforts are in vain. I suppose that is where hope comes in, though I feel I'm lacking it lately.
March 7th
Dear Journal,
Finally got the radio working and I realized how much I miss Fred. His hugs, his laughter, even his stupid pranks. What I would give to see his mischievous grin. But I was able to hear his voice and that renewed my hope that maybe everything will be okay.
April 30th
Dear Journal,
A lot has happened. Ronald returned and despite my initial anger, I am happy he's back. The locket was destroyed, we were captured by Snatchers, and Dobby died. We are at Bill and Fleur's cottage now, getting ready to leave for Hogwarts. We've realized that a basilisk fang may destroy Horcruxes so we are going back to the Chamber. I wish I had more time to write in you, but I'm in a bit of a hurry, you see. This will all be over soon!
May 2nd
Dear Journal, I will never hear his voice again, or feel his arms around me, or have the opportunity to kiss him once more. Today, we won the war, but I also lost the man I love. I have only ever read about this kind of pain in books, the real thing is a hundred times worse.