She wasn't sure she still existed. That wasn't her scariest thought. Sometimes she thought someone could see her looking out at them, but they never made any move to help her out of the hell she was living in. The only time she knows that she is still alive is when her captor needs information or a piece of her hair to continue to create her disguise. For now, she waits...hopes...and silently screams. Why waste her voice? No one could hear her anyway. No one could even see her anymore. Not really see her. Until someone does... SEQUEL TO "MY HEART REMEMBERS DIFFERENTLY" These characters all belong to the wonderful JK Rowling (except for the few I created) THIS STORY HAS BEEN PUT ON HOLD FOR NOW. I HAVE NOT DECIDED IF I WILL CONTINUE OR NOT.