Sometimes the thought crosses my mind. Why did they leave me here? How could they have done this to me? Leaving me here, all alone. How I wish they would come for me, as they said. As they should, if they really are my friends. What did I do to deserve this?
It's been a week. A week in solitary confinement. The only person who ever walks into this small, dark, damp, room that I have been confined to is the occasional death eater, and it's usually hard to tell who they are with their masks on. They come in to taunt me. But while they are stupid enough to follow Lord Voldemort, I will be the one taunting them, when Harry finally defeats him once and for all. That's if he succeeds… I hope he does. I know he will. I wish him luck. Harry will finish him and we will all be safe from Lord Voldemort's treachery. Most of them only follow Voldemort out of fear, but I, would refuse. I would rather die than betray Harry and join Lord Voldemort.
I am covered in bruises. They handled me with such force when they came. Lord Voldemort himself was among them, giving them instructions. Curses went in all directions; I was almost hit with a killing curse from McNair, one of his death eaters. My arms are bruised and so is my face, after one of them punched me in the face for insulting him. Harry and Ron successfully managed to get away from the scene at Bill and Fleur's wedding. I however, was not so lucky that day. As I tried to apparate away with Harry and Ron, a stunning jinx hit me squarely in the chest. The death eaters managed to capture me and bring me back here. Lord Voldemort recognised me as one of Harry Potter's friends, and so he thought he could use me as bait. I still don't know exactly where I am, but I have my hunches. Harry will find me, and take me away to a safer place, but for now, I can only hope. I want him to find me, but I am afraid that it may result in his death, and I would never forgive myself if that were to happen because of me.
I feel myself topple over onto the cold ground. My head is sore. I need to lie down… but no, I must stay awake. I cannot go now, not now, not ever. Save me Harry…
I am feeling weak, from lack of hunger probably. Apart from a little piece of stale bread, they have starved me for around about five days. Or at least, I think it has been five days. Humans cannot live without water, not even a witch with my talent.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, I don't even have the energy to pick myself up, and even if I did, I am chained to the wall. I want to fall asleep and never wake up… death is upon me.
The door bursts open. It is Harry; I can barely keep my eyelids open.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! WHAT…? Oh no, Hermione…"
I feel myself being picked up in his arms; he uses his wand to undo the chains holding me down. "Save me Harry" I whisper… There are many things I would like to say to him, but I do not have the strength.
"COME ON HERMIONE! Stay with me… Hermione…"
My eyelids close, but he forces them open. "No… Hermione…"
"Goodbye Harry…"
It is time. I must leave.
Harry shakes me roughly, he is trying to keep me alive, but no one, not even a miracle worker can save me now. "No Hermione, you can't go… because… because I love you!"
"Harry…"
My eyelids flutter and close for one final time.
