I would write the date, if I knew it. I have no clue what day it is, I have no sense of time anymore- none of us do. I don't know why I'm writing in this, I guess it's because no one talks anymore. We're all just waiting, waiting to attack and finally escape from the depression that's looming over our heads.
We've been at Grimmauld Place for months; I'm sure- maybe even longer than that. Harry, Ron, Luna, Hannah, Neville, Penelope, Fay, Adrian, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, and most of the order are here. Some are at shell cottage; I haven't seen them since that day at the castle. We have supporters everywhere though; we're just waiting to call on them.
Harry didn't go to the forbidden forest, he retreated and we've all been in hiding since. Voldemort is taking over; the world isn't the same anymore. Death Eaters are everywhere now, muggles are being dragged into all of this, muggleborns are being killed, people are taken to the headquarters to be tortured for inspiration, and our magic is traced so that Voldemort knows where we are, meaning we can't use it.
Everything is just so wrong. No one is happy anymore, there isn't even fleeting moments of peace. Everyone eats their meals in silence, staring at Harry more often than not. He's waiting for the perfect moment to get everyone together and have the real fight. He's building up to it, timing it perfectly, supposedly.
Honestly? I don't think any of us believes it. The war is as good as won. Everyone just hides in their room, staring at the ceiling or each other.
I haven't even gotten to the strangest part yet though. The saving grace in all this, helping us through, is Draco Malfoy. I never thought I'd ever be writing that, but it's true. I trust him as far as I can throw him, but I'm learning- we have to have a little bit of trust left in this world.
I don't understand him. He followed us back to Grimmauld Place when Harry retreated, and insisted that he could help. No one trusted him, but he knew where we were hiding, so we didn't have much of an argument. He's our only link to the outside world- he's in hiding too, but it's a lot easier for him. They didn't care that he left the Death Eaters, as long as he wasn't getting in their way. And as far as they're aware, he isn't.
He's the only one who talks to me anymore- everyone else practically flinches when I open my mouth. I can't decide if I like him, if I can forgive him, but he's hard not to like. He's lost everything, his family, his life, his money, his wife. Everything. And I can't help but feel sorry for him.
I always want to know more. Is that bad?
Right, meeting now…
A/N- Hey lovelys... this is for the Diary Prompt Challenge and The Speed of Lightning Competition- meaning this will be finished by the 27th. I'm not sure how many entries this will include, minimum 3. Pretty please could you guys review!