Disclaimer: They are not mine I just play with them. everything that you recognize is JKR's
Prologue
She couldn't sleep ever again. If she slept they would get her. They came in the dark.
Couldn't breathe couldn't think
Pain. The darkness brought pain. Turn on the lights. Turn them on then walk.
If she's moving they can't get her again.
If the lights are on they don't come and even if they did she would see them and run.
Run. No pain, not again, never again, always on guard. Don't sleep. Don't sleep.
Albus was making his rounds. The quiet in the castle was peaceful. Leisurely strolling Albus came across his favorite wing in the castle – the transfiguration wing. It still felt like home from when he taught and lived here. Walking past his old room he heard movement. The light was on; why wasn't Minerva sleeping? Knocking on the door Albus heard a crash coming from the other side.
Now concerned about Minerva, Albus opened the door. Shock ran through him. Minerva was pacing back and forth in front of her fireplace. Her hair was in disarray, falling out of her usually constructed bun. Her emerald eyes were wide and red rimmed. Most surprisingly was the fact that she was talking to herself, frantic mutters that Albus couldn't make out.
Albus approached her trying to see what was wrong. Reaching out, he brushed her shoulder.
Startled Minerva leaped back, arms flying trying to hit anything
-- No touch, no touch, touch bad –