My feet hurt.

My head was pounding.

It was hard to breath.

My thoughts were clear though.

They had never been so clear.

I needed friends to help me.

I couldn't fight alone.

I could barley produce a stupify. I was absolute pants at the shied charm and stood no chance in a duel with a 6th year Hogwarts student. I was never any good magic that affected living things. Something I had learned in school and after was that objects that held no life were far easier to animate in a form that is suited to it.

Paper airplanes were easy to make fly. Making a chair walk on its legs was far simpler that making it grow arms and pick something up. Making scissors prune the garden was easy, having them mash the potatoes was not.

My tired exhausted body took me to the front of Toys'R'Us. I had taken my daughters here before on a trip to London last year. They loved the Barbie Isle. Walking into this place made me feel ill. Bad thoughts were coming into my head.

You should turn around right out of this store and walk off a bridge.

There is nothing left for you in this life.

NO!

I had unfinished business with the death eaters. I had an appointment with death and many unmarked graves to fill.

I walked to the discount toy isle. Hanging on the little hooks were what I was looking for. Little green army men, In 200 set bags. Come with 1 little green tank and 1 little green helicopter. I filled my basket with them. I love muggles. I love the muggle toys. I loved muggle literature as well.

Nightmares and Dreamscapes by Steven King was my inspiration here.

I may not have been raised in a muggle environment, but, I had watched plenty of television with my wife. I had charmed many of my daughters' toys to talk, walk, interact with them. I had charmed a stuffed Igor from Wennie the Pooh to teach my oldest the alphabet.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I wanted to hold them again, hear their laughter in the garden outside.

"Soon." I whispered to myself "You'll see them soon."

I was already dead I knew.

Everything dies eventually.

Some sooner than others though.

I had a appointment with death I intended to keep.

I had more supplies to buy.

-

One week later.

I walked into Knockturn Alley in my now ragged and ripped navy pinstriped suit. I don't remember if I had showered or shaved or brushed my hair, I didn't care about such things anymore.

"I haven't seen you here before. Are you lost? You look delicious" A high pitched scratchy feminine voice asked behind me. I ignored the hag and kept walking. I had business elsewhere. The hags hand gripped my shoulder from behind. "Where do you think you are going?"

I felt a wand poke into my back. I did not fear her. I only felt a heightened sense of things.

Faster than a snake I whipped my hand behind me and grabbed the wand tip, I could feel heat under my fingers from a spell building. "cruci" 'snap'

I broke her twig mid spell. The magic would dissipate harmlessly. She wouldn't be so lucky. I gripped the broken wand in my hand harder. I jabbed it into her neck. I wasn't expecting so much blood though. It covered me. Their was no way I could handle business like this.

I apperated away. The sickness of apperating was nothing to the sickness I always felt now.
'Crack'

AN/ I don't know if any of you have ever met a madman before, but, living in a large city in America I have met plenty of methheads and pcp fiends. They are faster and stonger than any but the best professional athletes. Their brains don't have pain limits on their bodies. they could run until their heart explodes and lift a car until their arms pop off. No joke, Insanity makes you super-strong and fast.