Response to Happyreader's go forth and multiply challenge. The title is the

name of a Placebo song that I find myself deeply in love with at the moment.

Setting: Leading up to Grindlewald's defeat.

While working undercover as a muggle behind enemy lines, Albus is caught by

the Gestapo and brutalized, including being raped. After his release/escape

(up to you), can you guess which Auror is going to help him recover?

1000 points to Gryffindor if you said Minerva McGonagall!

(I'm not happy with this first chapter but I felt it needed to be in here)

Rating – M for adult situations

In the cold light of morning

Chapter 1

"Albus… Albus can you hear me." The voice of Minerva McGonagall broke through Albus Dumbledore's potion polluted mind. The medi-witches of St Mungo's had decided it would be safer to keep the wizard under a heavy dreamless sleeping draught while they healed some of his more serious wounds. Albus grunted hoarsely as he felt himself being pulled back into reality. With great difficulty he managed to force his eerily heavy eyelids open, the image of Minerva McGonagall and Alastor Moody leering over him greeted his waking mind. He was confused and though he hated to admit it rather frightened, with no recollection of where he was or how he had got there the only thing keeping him from screaming was the comforting looks on his best friend and new found lover's faces.

"Welcome back Albus. You've been asleep for two whole days." Minerva smiled happily.

"Wh… Where am I?" Albus asked his voice horse and painful. Why was the back of his throat burning so furiously?

"St. Mungo's." Alastor growled. "Brought ya ere' as soon as those Aurors rescued ya."

"Rescued?" Albus blurted out shocked. Rescued from what! He thought to himself straining his memory. Yes he could begin to see it now the Aurors in their smart blue uniforms dragging him. The rest was blank he remembered going to Germany disguised as a muggle to spy on the happenings there. He remembered being caught and then… and then. And suddenly everything that had happened in the past two weeks of his imprisonment flooded his mind, his skin began to crawl, his eyes blinded by an eerie painful white light before he let out a horrified scream and violently began to throw up.