December 16
Bloody hell its cold here. Water is dripping down the walls and the whole company seems to be moaning night and day. I want to scream at them I want to scream at them I want to tell them their cries are of no use, but when I try to tell them they merely glare and ask me if there is no use then why do I continue to write in this journal. You see after being trapped as prisoners of war we are all a bit tired of each others presence. Well a bit tired is an understatement. We were thrown in here on December the first I just started this diary a few days ago using the back or letters I had hidden in my cloak. The war has been going on for nearly a year and both sides are equally looking defeated. Not that you care about that you want to know why I'm writing why I'm here don't you? It was December first like I said before and my team was ambushed which is not surprising most of the wizards and witches are new recruits. Hannah was the only Witch who had been on my team before and we were on a dangerous mission when Lucius Malfoy found us. We were attacked by surprise and dragged here Hannah escaped and I can only hope we are rescued soon. To answer your other question I'm writing because I don't want to turn out like Tanya who lays in a ball every day not eating or speaking she only stares. I fear her mind has been taking and she has no hope. Please if anyone gets this before we are saved help us some how.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger
Hermione crawled over to the window of the dungeon room and slipped the rolled up parchment through the small crack to a little boy no older than six begging him to take it to Harry. Then falling to the floor she prayed that some sort of sign would come so she knew they would be saved.
