DISCLAIMER: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. All lyrics used in this fic belong to the band Disturbed.

A/N: Anything in italics is taken from song lyrics.

-- Liberate --

He had her locked up, for her own safety and that of others.

"Please let me out," she shrieked and cried pitifully. "Please let me out."

The door of her cell swung open suddenly and she scrambled backward, cowering against the far wall. He looked down at her curiously from the doorway.

"What seems to be the matter, dear? Why do you cry and shake with fear? Come out of there," he said, beckoning.

She crawled over to where he stood. He took her roughly by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

"You're really letting me out?" she asked skeptically. Maybe he was just playing with her.

"I have a job for you," he replied, still not releasing his grip on her arm.

"Ooh, am I precious to you now?" she asked teasingly, reaching out with her free hand and lightly stroking his cheek with the tips of her fingers.

He did not react with anger as she would have expected.

"What is it, why do you listen to me?" he hissed in her ear. "Someone's gonna die when you listen to me."

Let the living die, let the living die. She didn't care. She liked killing people.

"I kind of like the misery you put me through," she whispered back. "Darling, you can trust me completely."

She was standing close to him, breathing in his scent, reveling in the feeling of her arm trapped in his hand, her hand on his shoulder.

Doesn't she realize that she's in danger?

With one sharp tug he pulled her against him and he kissed her, hard.

Oh, sweet insanity.

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A/N: Since so many of you wanted to see more of this, and I really wanted to use that line from Perfect Insanity that didn't make it into the first fic. ("What seems to be the matter, dear? Why do you cry and shake with fear?") Some of my other favorite lines from The Game, Voices, Rise, and Perfect Insanity were used in this fic. But none from the song the title was taken from.

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