"Secrets are made to be found out with time".~ Charles Sanford
Harry sighed loudly as he rang off the phone from a conversation with Leo who had just filled him in on the DNA results and the unfortunate meeting with PC Davis
"Is everything alright?" Martin Smith said coming up behind him
Harry shook his head "The DNA results have come back and Isabelle's DNA is all over the body and the police have CCTV stills of Isabelle leaving the scene of the crime covered in blood and carrying a knife"
"Oh god…" Martin said rubbing his temples "It's not looking good is it"
"Not really" Harry said bitterly "But it just doesn't add up, I can't imagine Isabelle could do this. She can't even remember doing it…."
"A repressed memory" Martin said "When someone has gone through trauma, their mind seems to block out the memories of the events to help protect the person from dealing with it…" he explained before quickly apologising "Of course you know all this"
"She started to remember…she told me there was a knife"
Martin nodded "We need to try and unlock these memories, we could try getting her to talk back through the bits she remembers and hopefully that might trigger some more"
Harry nodded and re-entered the room where Isabelle was still sitting on the bed, not having moved since he got there.
"Hi" he said sitting back down
Isabelle nodded and made a small noise which Harry assumed was a greeting
"Belle, can you talk to me about what you remember?"
"We've done this already" she said rubbing at her temples
"I know" Harry said gently "But can you go into any more detail, even if you think it might be insignificant. Tell me about the knife…"
"He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time the maxome foe he sought…" Isabelle started to rock backwards and forwards
"Who had the knife Belle?" Harry asked leaning forwards
"There was blood…." She said, suddenly stopping rocking "So, so much blood…"
"Your family?" he said and Isabelle slowly nodded
"Belle, listen to me…" Harry said slowly making sure he had her full attention "Did you pick up the knife?"
Isabelle looked at him with an expression of bewilderment on her face "I don't remember…"
"What do you remember?" Harry asked "When you ran away from here, where did you go?"
"Over the hills and far away, teletubbies come to play…" Isabelle chanted
"Did you go back to your home?"
Isabelle nodded slowly "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home"
"Why did you go home?" Harry asked
"I wanted some books" Isabelle said "There's nothing to read here"
"Okay" Harry said encouragingly, hoping they would finally get somewhere "Did you get any books?"
"No" Isabelle said elongating each letter "I couldn't find them"
"Where mum and dad at home?" Harry asked
"Yes" Isabelle said and she furrowed her brow "They weren't happy to see me. They started shouting; I don't like it when people shout…" Isabelle said and Harry could see the tears welling up in her eyes
"What did you do then?"
"I…don't remember" Isabelle said and the fear was evident in her voice
"Its okay" he soothed her "What do you remember?"
Isabelle giggled suddenly "I can't tell you?" she said, a wide grin spreading across her face "It's a secret"
"I can keep a secret" Harry said as the girl started to giggle louder
"Promise?" she asked and he nodded
Isabelle scrambled off the bed and walked over to a pile of clothes that Harry recognised as the ones she had been wearing when he first met her. She picked up the black skirt and Harry noticed for the first time that there was a pocket sewn into the side. Isabelle carefully scooped something into her hands and crawled back to the bed, still keeping her hands clasped tightly to her chest
"What's that Belle?" Harry asked and Isabelle giggled as she held out her clasped hands towards Harry
He moved forward and gently unclasped her hands and paled at the contents. In her hands were three human tongues.