(Thank you so much for the reviwes :D Lady Loraine: I Did start with the idea that they were not together but I thought it might be interesting to start where alot of a fics stop with the first kiss. I also thought it might be interesting for Albus to try and deal with Minerva and their feelings as well as his own torment and horror. And poor Alastor I believe if that happened he would be cursed to the next century by Min :D!)

Chapter 2

"What happened to him Alastor?" Minerva asked hoarsely her long raven hair and dark Auror robes clashing with the pure white surroundings making her seem out of place and pale. The last time she had seen Albus was three weeks ago when they had finally admitted their love for each other before he went to Germany incognito to find out about what Grindlewald and his new powerful ally Adolph Hitler were planning. She knew he had been captured a week later and had been furiously planning his rescue with Alastor since then. Alastor had been the one to go to Germany with a handful of Aurors on the rescue mission Minerva herself had been detained by vital work back in England. She had rushed to Saint Mungo's as soon as she had heard the news of Albus's return she hadn't expected to be asked by a sobbing Albus to leave him alone or to be forced out the room by concerned healers.

"We found him in the camp in Balzac. It was disgusting Minerva so much death just everywhere you looked every time you breathed. That would be enough alone to drive a man insane not to mention the tortures he would probably of had to put up with. They knew he wasn't a Jew, Merlin knows what they did to him to try and make him talk." Alastor watched as the usually controlled woman in front of him buried her head in her hands and let out a single bitter sob.

"Minerva…" He asked gently realization dawning on him. "Are you and Albus…?"

"I need to see him!" Minerva interrupted; she never did allow Alastor to finish that question even years later.

Albus lay perfectly still in the center of his hospital bed staring up at the ceiling, his eyes misted over as if he had retreated to some hidden place in the darkest corner of his mind.

"Albus…" Minerva greeted him quietly as she took a seat next to him. She had no idea of the thoughts that ran through his mind in those few moments where he didn't answer her. Images of their first and only kiss shattering in his mind by the memories he had acquired in the past two weeks. How could he possibly touch her now after he had been contaminated by that place, by that man.

"Albus." She repeated again placing her hand over his. Before Albus could even register what he was doing he felt his mind begin to replay scenes from the past two weeks he flinched horribly and ripped his hand away from her. The hurt look that crossed her face was only there for a second before she quickly covered it with a mask, but it had been there long enough for Albus to see it and long enough for it to become embedded in his mind. He couldn't go on like this flinching every time someone came near him, that… that man was behind him now he couldn't allow his mind to break into a frenzy every time somewhere came anywhere near him.

"The healers said you're wounds are fully healed. You're free to go tomorrow, I want you to come and stay at my flat for a while I don't like the idea of you being alone up at that school." Albus was about to protest when Minerva interrupted him. "Just for a while Albus, just so I can make sure you're fine. The healer's want you to see a psychiatrist; just once a week I've heard about her often in the ministry she's very talented Albus.

The healers think it would be best if you just spoke to her. You never know you may even remember something that could be useful to the ministry." She spoke fully expecting Albus to protest. She was horrified when he just nodded and returned to staring at the ceiling.