A/N: I want to say thanks to all of you who have reviewed. I really appreciate it. Since some people are wondering, I'll say that I'm not completely sure if they're will be any pairings in this story. There might be, I'm just not sure yet.

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the plot. The same applies to the last two chapters since I forgot to put a disclaimer.


The Burrow was a very strange house. It was several stories tall and was so crooked that it looked like it would fall at any moment. It was probably supported by magic. Despite its unusualness, it did appear to be a cheerful place to grow up in.

However, the current weather was horrible. It was only six o' clock in the evening, but the sky outside was already pitch-black. There was also an eerie fog clinging to the ground. All this fog and cold in the middle of the summer was so odd.

Inside the Burrow, an Order meeting was taking place. Due to the death of their previous leader, Albus Dumbledore, Mad-Eye Moody was now the leader of the Order. Several other members were present at this meeting, such as Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, Arthur and Molly Weasley, and a few select others.

The Titans were also in attendance. The previous week, after they had agreed to join the Order, had been hectic. McGonagall had explained the war to them in more depth. The Order believed that the Dark Lord had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic, giving him more control over the Wizarding World. The Death Eaters had also experienced an increase in their ranks and dark creatures, known as Dementors, were reproducing rapidly, which was what was causing such terrible weather in the middle of July. Overall, things were not going well.

"We must decide what we are going to do," said Moody with a note of frustration in his voice. His blue, magical eye was swiveling rapidly in its socket. It was somewhat nauseating to look at.

"I thought we had agreed that the Titans would accompany you next Saturday, to remove the boy from his aunt and uncle's house," said McGonagall as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Minerva had also informed the Titans of their plan to move Harry Potter from his current place of safety to the Burrow. It was necessary because the protection that the blood magic provided would expire when he turned seventeen.

"We said it was a possibility, Minerva," growled Moody, "It would be too much of a risk. We would prefer to keep them unknown to You-Know-Who. If the Death Eaters happen to ambush us the night that we move the boy, the element of surprise will be lost."

"The Dark Lord will eventually learn of them, one way or another. It is inevitable," said Minerva impatiently. "If the Dark Lord has not yet learned of them, it is preferable that they go on this mission. He will not be expecting them and we will have the element of surprise."

Moody seemed to be contemplating what she just said. It was clear to everyone that he was reluctant to act upon her suggestion, but was considering it nonetheless.

A thick silence lingered after Minerva's statement. Everyone else seemed to be considering her words as well. The Titans had already agreed to this when it had first been suggested. Now, they were merely waiting for a decision to be made.

"Very well," said Moody. He then turned to look at the Titans. "Since you have already decided to go, you are aware that there is no backing out?"

The Titans nodded.

"Are you also aware of the dangerousness of this plan? There is a possibility that the false trail we laid, will not fool You-Know-Who and he could be planning to attack us next Saturday."

The Titans nodded their heads once again, indicating that they understood.

"Very well then, but you'll need to wear something darker or you'll stick out like a sore thumb," said Moody pointing at Robin. "We will also need to teach you two how to fly on a broomstick," this time pointing to Robin and Cyborg.

They nodded.

"Ok then. Now, as an extra precaution, six of us shall take some polyjuice potion to look like Potter. It will make it more difficult for the Death Eaters, if they don't know which of us the real boy is.

"What is this juice of poly potion that you speak of," asked Starfire curiously.

"Polyjuice potion is a potion that allows the drinker to retain the appearance of another," answered Tonks. In the week that the Titans had spent in the Magical world, Starfire and Tonks had been very taken with each other.

"Harry will not agree to this," said Remus tiredly, "He will not wish to put those he cares for in danger."

"He won't have a choice," said Moody. "We are all conscious of the risk we are taking. There will be no argument about it."

Raven stepped forward.

"What should happen if the Dark Lord is aware that we do not plan to move the boy on the thirtieth, but knows that we intend to move him Saturday next?" asked Raven, as usual letting no emotion cross her features.

"We will have to be prepared," replied Moody. "Even if he believes that we're moving Potter the thirtieth, he would be foolish not to have a few scouts in the air. There is no point of Disillusioning ourselves, that won't protect us if we are assaulted."

"Well, we have discussed everything that needs to be discussed. We'll meet back here next Saturday."

Everyone nodded.

"Meeting adjourned."


The time had finally arrived.

All of the Order members were outside in the back garden, waiting to depart. Some were holding broomsticks, Hagrid was sitting astride a motorbike, and the rest were next to skeletal black winged horses, called thestrals.

"Raven, will you able to transport us all to Little Whinging?" asked Remus concernedly. Everybody turned to look at her.

"Yes, it'll be no problem, but I won't have enough energy to transport us back here," said Raven monotonously, although she did appreciate his concern. "Is everyone here?"

"Yes. Let's get going," said Moody impatiently.

Raven closed here eyes. After a few seconds, she reopened them and they glowed with white energy, She lifted her hands into the air and immediately, a dome of black energy encased all in the group. Just as quickly, it dissolved into the ground.

The group re-emerged in a dark back garden. The darkness seemed to be rippling, the air itself quivering.

In front of them, stood a large suburban house. The door was wrenched open and there was a general cry of greeting as out hurtled the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry Potter was a tall sixteen-year-old boy. He had messy, jet-black hair and bright green almond-shaped eyes that were concealed behind thick round glasses. He was hugged by a girl with bushy brown hair, Hermione Granger, recalled Raven, and clapped on the back by the youngest red-head, Ron Weasley.

"All righ', Harry? Ready for the off?" asked Hagrid.

"Definitely," said Harry beaming around at them all. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you!"

"Change of plan," growled Moody, who was holding two enormous, bulging sacks, and whose magical eye was once again spinning from the darkening sky to house to garden with dizzying rapidity. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

Harry led them all back into the kitchen where, laughing and chattering, they settled on chairs or leaned up against the walls. If Raven hadn't known any better, she would have thought this was a joyous family reunion.

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" called Harry across the room.

"He can get along without me for one night," said Kingsley. "You're more important."

Harry then turned his attention to the five teenagers in the corner, which he had previously overlooked.

"Who are you guys?" asked Harry curiously.

"Harry, these are the Teen Titans," said Remus. "They are American superheroes who have agreed to help us with the war."

"This is Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, Cyborg and Raven," said Remus pointing at each Titan in turn.

"Hi," said Harry tentatively, while stretching out his hand for them to take. After shaking hands with each of them, he turned to look at the others in the room.

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!" roared Moody over the chatter and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped the bags at his feet, and turned to Harry. "As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has been placed under the Imperius Curse, which gives us a big problem. He's made it an imprisonable crime to connect this house to the Floo network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done to, supposedly, prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, as your mother's charm does that already, and very effectively. What he's really done is keep you from leaving."

"Then how did you all get here," asked Harry, " I didn't see you all get off the brooms or thestrals."

"Raven here has the power of teleportation," said Moody, "But it took too much energy to transport all of us here, thestrals and all. So we won't be able to teleport back to the Burrow."

"Anyway, our second problem is that you're underage. This means you've still got the Trace on you."

"I don't –"

"The Trace, the Trace!" said Moody impatiently. "The charm that detects magical activity of those who are under the age of seventeen. If you, or anyone around you, cast a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know, and so will the Death Eaters."

"Apparently, Raven's magic is undetectable by the Ministry. This is how we were able to get here undetected," said Moody because Harry looked like he was about to ask this question.

"But we can't wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen you'll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short: Pius Thicknesse thinks he's got you cornered good."

From the expression on Harry's face, it was obvious that he thought so as well.

"So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to use our last means of transportation, the only one that cannot be detected, because no spell-casting is required: brooms, thestrals, and Hagrid's motorbike."

"Now, your mother's charm will only break under two conditions: when you come of age, or when you no longer call this place your home. You and your aunt and uncle are going separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that you're never going to live together again."

Harry nodded.

"So this time when you leave, there is no turning back. We're choosing to break your mother's charm early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and take you the moment you turn seventeen."

"The one thing we've got is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we're moving you tonight. At least, we hope he doesn't know."

"We leaked a false trail to the Ministry, saying that we do not plan to move you until the thirtieth of July."

"However, this is You-Know-Who we're dealing with, so we cannot assume anything. He's bound to have a couple Death Eater lookouts patrolling the skies around this area. So we've placed as many protection charms as possible on a dozen different houses. They all look like places that we might hide you. My house, Kingsley's place, Molly's Auntie Muriel, etc."

"Yeah," said Harry.

"You'll be going to Tonks' parents. Once you're within the boundaries of the protective enchantments, you'll be able to Portkey straight to the Burrow. Any questions?"

"Err – yes," said Harry. "Maybe they won't know which house I'll be going to, but won't it be obvious once nineteen of us fly off to Tonks' parents'?"

"Ah," said Moody, "I forgot to mention that nineteen of us won't be flying to Tonks' parents'. There will be seven Potters moving through the sky tonight. Each of them heading to a different direction."

From inside his cloak Moody withdrew a flask of what appeared to be Polyjuice potion.

It was obvious that Harry understood the plan.

"No!" said Harry loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. "No way!"

"I told them you'd react this way," said Hermione with a hint of smugness in her voice.

"If you think I'm going to let six people risk their lives - !"

"– because it's the first time for all of us," said Ron sarcastically.

"This is different pretending to be me –"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry," said Fred earnestly. "Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits for the rest of our lives."

Raven noticed that the side of Robin's lip twitched at this comment. But Harry did not smile.

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate; you need me to give you some hair."

"Well that's that plan foiled," said George. "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."

"Yeah, eighteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.

"Funny," said Harry, "really amusing."

"If it has to come to force, then so be it," growled Moody, his magical eye quivering in its socket as he glared at Harry. "Everyone here's overage and prepared to take the risk."

A man named Mundungus Fletcher shrugged and grimaced; Moody's magical eye swerved sideways to glare at him as well.

"Let's have no arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now."

"But this is mad, there's no need – "

"No need!" snarled Moody. "With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side, we'll be lucky if he's swallowed the fake bait and plans to ambush you on the thirtieth. But he'd be mad to not have a few Death Eaters keeping an eye out. They know the rough location of this place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself in seven."

Raven noticed Harry and Hermione share a brief look before quickly looking away. She raised an eyebrow. 'Maybe he cansplit himself in seven,' thought Raven.

"So Potter – some of your hair, if you please."

Harry looked at Ron, who grimaced in a just-do-it sort of way.

"Now!" barked Moody.

With everyone's eyes on him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed a hank of hair, and pulled.

"Good," said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. "Put it in here."

Harry dropped the hair into the mud like liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, and then all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," said Moody.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up.

"We're one short," said Lupin.

"Here," said Hagrid gruffly, and he lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and dropped him down beside Fleur.

"I've toldjer. I'd sooner be a protector," said Mundungus.

"Shut it," growled Moody. "As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about."

Mundungus did not look particularly reassured by this, but Moody was already pulling half a dozen eggcup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out after pouring a little Polyjuice potion into each.

"Altogether, then . . . "

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur, and Mundungus drank. All of them gasped and grimaced. Starfire gasped when their features began to bubble and distort like hot wax.

Moody, quite unconcerned, was now loosening the ties of the large sacks he had brought with him. When he straightened up, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him.

"Those who feel their clothes are a bit roomy or vice versa, I've got extra clothes here," said Moody indicating the first sack. "Don't forget the glasses; there are six pairs in the side pocket. And when you're dressed, there's luggage in the other sack."

Raven thought this was one of the most bizarre things she had ever seen, and she had seen some pretty bizarre things. She briefly wondered how Harry must be feeling, seeing as his doppelgangers were displaying his body for all to see.

However, she quickly brushed this thought aside. She had other things to worry about. There was a huge chance that the Dark Lord had not 'swallowed the fake bait' as Moody put it. What if he had somehow seen right through it and was aware that the actual date of Harry's removal was not the thirtieth of July, but tonight. If he knew . . . the consequences would be disastrous.

During the two weeks that she had been in the Magical world, on one day in particular, she had had a brief vision. In it, she had been flying and heard a scream. That was all she had seen, but it had been haunting her ever since. She had spent several hours trying to decipher its meaning, but had been unable to discover what it meant.

This had been before she had been informed of the Order's plan to move Harry from his aunt and uncle's house to the Burrow. It was in that moment that Raven knew. But since then, she desperately hoped that she was wrong.

"Good," said Moody, bringing Raven out of her thoughts. The six doppelgangers were dressed at last, bespectacled and luggage-laden. "The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom -"

"Why'm I with you?" grunted the Harry nearest the back door.

"Because you're the one that needs watching," growled Moody, and sure enough, his magical eye did not waver from Mundungus as he continued, "Arthur and Fred –"

"I'm George," said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. "Can't you tell us apart even when we're Harry?"

"Sorry, George –"

"I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really –"

"Enough messing around!" snarled Moody, but Beast Boy could hardly contain his laughter. "The other one – George or Fred or whoever you are – you're with Remus. Miss Delacour –"

"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," said Bill. "She's not that fond of brooms."

"Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral –"

From Hermione's look of reassurance, Raven could tell that she too was not particularly fond of brooms.

"Which leaves you and me, Ron!" said Tonks brightly.

Ron didn't look quite as pleased as Hermione by this.

"An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'?" said Hagrid looking a little anxious. "We'll be on the bike, brooms an' thestrals can't take me weight, see. Not a lot of room on the seat with me on it, though, so you'll be in the sidecar."

"That's great," said Harry, but Raven sensed that he was not being truthful.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom," said Moody, who seemed to guess what Harry was feeling. "Snape's had plenty of time to tell them everything about you, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, they'll most likely go after the Potter that looks at home on a broomstick. All right then," he said, tying up the sack with the fake Potters' clothes and leading the way to the back door, "I make it three minutes until we're supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won't keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking."

". . . Come on . . ."

'Not if they're already waiting for us,' thought Raven. She mentally shook herself, quickly pushing such negative thoughts out of her head.

Once outside in the back garden, Harry seemed to notice something.

"Wait, we're short three brooms."

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Raven, Starfire, and Beast Boy can fly. They don't need to use brooms or thestrals. However, Robin and Cyborg will be going on brooms."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Ok, you five will be flying around us. Cyborg and Beast Boy, you'll be on the sides, Robin and Starfire in the front, and Raven you'll be in the back. Once we each make it to one of the safe houses, head to the one nearest you. But don't all go to the same one."

They nodded.

"All right then," said Moody. "Everyone ready please; I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost."

Everybody mounted their brooms. Hagrid kicked the motorbike into life and Beast Boy shifted into a hawk.

"Good luck, everyone," shouted Moody. "See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One . . . two . . . THREE!"

'I hope so,' though Raven somberly as she kicked off the ground and quickly rose through the air. Her eyes watered slightly from the rush of cold air. In front of her, brooms were soaring upward as well; the long black tail of a thestral flickered past.

Upon seeing them for the first time, Raven was intrigued by these horse-like creatures. Whereas many others would probably be repulsed by the sight of them, Raven found herself fascinated by them. When she asked Minerva about theses creatures, she remembered that a look of sadness has suddenly crossed her features. She had remained silent several minutes after the question had been asked and Raven was unsure whether she would answer. When she had finally regained her composure, she told Raven that only those who had witnessed death were able to see them. Raven felt embarrassed after this, but Minerva had quickly changed the subject and it was forgotten.

Now she understood why only she, Robin, Beast Boy and Cyborg could see them but Starfire could not. They had all seen someone die. Starfire, fortunately, had not. They did not mention it again, not wanting to talk about it. There were a few others in the Order that could not see them, and as she rose higher and higher into the air, she hoped that they would never be able to.

Suddenly, she was broken out of her thoughts by a scream somewhere in the distance.


A/N: Wow, a cliffie. I know you'll probably hate me for it, but they're just so much fun to write. I hope you liked this chapter. Please leave a review. All you have to do is press that little purple button at the bottom of the page. ;)