Forver Lost
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"He's came back for me. He loves me." A young woman repeats out loud. She never says His name, but every one knows who she is talking about. Hermione Granger was found in a dark class room laying in her own blood repeating the same words. That was five years ago. When they cleaned her, they noticed on her left arm that looked like a fresh bruise in the shape of a large hand print . Her body was riddled with cuts, bruises, breaks, burns, and claw marks. Through all the physical damage, the most disturbing find was the permenant glaze over her eyes. They had to check to see if they were even real, for the appearance was of glass.
After all the wounds healed, the hand print remained as fresh as they found it. They had the best people look at it to check for magic and such, but none was found. Her eyes retained their glassy appearance, her voice only repeating the same words. Her friends visited often at first, but as the days turned to weeks that became years, they visited less and less. She stayed in the same place near a window, looking out to the seasons. The nurses say that her soul died when her true love died. The ones who say this say they have seen a tall figure come from the shadows in her room at night. The figure sits with her for hours, talking and holding her. It is only then she laughs. Once the figure is gone, she repeats her words. The nurses have checked her room many a time, but no luck. They let her have her visitor, for they know who it is.