DISCLAIMER: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. All lyrics I've used in this fic belong to Disturbed. I don't think I actually used any from the song "Perfect Insanity" though, lol.

A/N: I'm doing it no-names style again, but you'll know who I'm talking about. Anything in italics is taken from lyrics.

-- Perfect Insanity --

Is she not right? Is she insane?

She'd been crazy before spending fourteen years in prison. And now that she was out... well... She was a whole lot worse. Even during her brief periods of coherency she was obviously not right in the head.

She was laying on the floor, still as death.

"Are you breathing?" he asked her.

She lifted her head and looked up at him with terrified eyes.

I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now.

"I can hear the voice but I don't want to listen," she hissed, clutching her head as if she were suffering a migraine. "Strap me down and tell me I'll be alright."

He knelt beside her and, capturing her thin wrists in his hands, pulled her against him hard, restraining her. She'd probably hurt herself if he didn't.

"Calm down. You're fine," he told her.

But she didn't seem to hear him.

Can you feel that? ... ... Ah, shit.

"I can feel the subliminal need to be one with the voice and make everything go right."

She's just another lost soul tonight.

She was useless in this condition. Best to just put her out of her misery...

Will she now run for her life in the battle that ends this day?

"Avada Kedavra."

Don't you know good killing feels?

Wait, why was she still alive?

"You have to mean it," she said teasingly, reaching out to touch his face. Almost as if she were her old self again.

Had she ALWAYS been this crazy?

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