Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, nor do I own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the two. Teen Titans is © of DC Comics, Harry Potter is © of J.K. Rowling, and Warner Brothers holds © over both of them.

Author's Warning: This is a crossover fic. :Watches people close the window.: Ahem. Those of you who do not like crossovers may leave now. The rest of you, I invite to continue on… Note – Story contains major HBP spoilers.

Summary: Trigon has returned, and Voldemort has joined him as a minion. Drawn by strange dreams, Raven must involve herself in the problems of others, including one Harry Potter, who is once again being plagued by strange dreams. This year at Hogwarts, Harry and his friends are going to be pitted against their most difficult task yet. Destroying a force that even the Dark Lord himself fears won't be easy…

Harry Potter and the Demon's Wrath or; Year Seven and Negative One-Fourth

Chapter 3 – Secrets

Raven focused across the table at the papers Dracona was writing on. It appeared that the woman was writing some sort of a plan for something, though Raven hadn't the faintest idea what it was, nor did she think it her business enough to ask. She supposed that it really couldn't be anything out of the ordinary – the woman was a teacher after all – save for Dracona's choice of writing utensil.

She was using a large black quill – a crow feather, if Raven wasn't mistaken – and had a small well of purple ink sitting next to her. The ink glimmered on the page in a flowery hand, and only stayed wet for moments before drying into the parchment she wrote on. Convenient. But it wasn't that Raven was quite surprised either – she'd used quill and ink pot when writing on Azarath – however, it brought back memories from her childhood that she detested dwelling upon.

"Are you alright?" Memories that got her so involved with trying to block them from her mind and forget them that she jumped when Dracona addressed her. Her eyes spun wildly as they focused on the demoness who sat across the table, a concerned expression on her face. She'd laid her quill down, placed the stopper into the small jar of ink, and was gathering the parchment together and rolling it into tight tubes. She tapped each with her wand to seal it as she went, though her eyes were trained on Raven the entire time.

Raven began nodding slowly, then sighed and changed it to a negative gesture when she saw that Dracona wasn't being fooled. "The team wishing me well… Letting me go so easily… It doesn't make sense to me. There wasn't even a fight put up by Robin…" she trailed off and sighed again when Dracona furrowed her eyebrows, clearly confused.

"They care for you, Raven, and they want you to be happy," she said, moving her hand to cover Raven's. The lavender haired girl gasped silently at the strange feeling of warmth that spread from Dracona. Warmth and pure, raging power that made Raven draw her hand back quickly from Dracona, feeling, quite literally, as if she'd just been burned. Dracona's eyes had widened at whatever she'd felt from Raven, and had drawn her hand back just as quickly. Violet eyes met pale blue in a silent understanding of something they'd not try again. It appeared that their energies were too different for a physical connection.

"Cyborg has tried to leave a few times – succeeded, actually – and Robin always put up a fight in those cases," Raven replied, tone schooled in such a way that it betrayed nothing she'd felt only a few seconds prior.

Dracona nodded understanding, "But you aren't planning on leaving permanently," she replied persuasively, "You'll return in a year, and Robin knows that." Raven's doubt must have shone on her face, because Dracona let out an exclamation of utter frustration. "You're an Empath, girl!" she exclaimed. "Surely you can tell how much they love you!" She was clearly annoyed, and Raven glared at her in a way meant to be menacing, though it only brought a grin to Dracona's features.

"You're right…" Raven said finally, sounding defeated and deflated in her own ears. Dracona nodded happily and swept one hand across the table. Tendrils of lilac energy wrapped around the scrolls and sent them flying into a satchel that sat on the floor against Dracona's chair.

"Far more convenient then that damned stick," she muttered, more to herself than Raven. Raven laughed softly, and was favoured with Dracona's frown in response. "Just remember Raven, once you get to Hogwarts, you will have to use the wand to maintain your cover," her voice was stern and had a degree of sharpness to it. Raven blinked at her. That was a condition that hadn't been mentioned before.

"They can't do magic without a wand?" she asked in a flat voice that betrayed annoyance more than an annoyed tone could have. Dracona shrugged helplessly and shook her head in recognition of the negative.

"It's a very rare ability, if it exists at all," Dracona frowned thoughtfully. "For one not yet out of school, it would be next to impossible. Don't blow your cover, Raven. You might find yourself gaining unwelcome attention if you do." There was a tone of dire warning in her voice that Raven quirked an eyebrow at. She was the focus of unwanted attention everyday, or, part of that focus anyway. Though, somehow, she believed that Dracona was referring to something worse than the media.

"Does the woman who hired you know of your powers?" Raven questioned delicately. Dracona nodded her head slowly and Raven's mind began to spin. That meant that Dracona had likely told this McGonagall woman of Raven's powers. It also made Dracona's life far more easily than Raven's was going to be. She'd have to live in and among the other students while trying to investigate this 'Harry Potter' and trying to figure out what role Trigon played in the dilemma, while at the same time trying to hide her 'less-than-normal' powers.

"I'm sorry, Raven," Dracona's voice was genuinely apologetic. Raven shrugged, knowing that it wasn't actually the dark haired woman's fault. Security was a necessary measure to be taken, and though Raven didn't see who it was that she was hiding from, she trusted that Dracona did. After all, her father definitely knew who she was, and if this new minion was working for him, then he would surely be told who she was, and the threat she posed to whatever their plan was. Perhaps Dracona was simply trying to protect herself? That made the most sense, and was most likely. If Trigon wasn't at the school himself, he wouldn't have anyway of knowing that there was a member of the Seraphlin clan there. Even with Raven there, a Seraphlin assisting her was something that even Trigon wouldn't consider as a possibility.

"When can I get my wand?" Raven asked after a few minutes of consideration that both she and Dracona spent deep in thought. She was surprised to that she was actually eager to get the day started, and to see what going to this odd school would bring.

Dracona simply blinked at her for a moment as she brought her mind away from whatever it was she was thinking about, before a look of recognition crossed her features and she nodded slowly. "Today, I believe. We should be going to the school soon and getting you acquainted with Minerva…" She trailed off into a tone that was barely understandable, muttering something about sending a letter to prepare the Headmistress for their arrival. She stood as she muttered and slung her satchel over her shoulder. Her eyes fell on Raven and looked over her with an analytical sweep. "She, of course, knows of your powers," she said in confirmation of Raven's previous thoughts.

Raven nodded slowly. That had been obvious from the Headmistress' letter to her as well, now that she thought on it. It had sounded like the wizarding world was very reliant on heroes, and that there was a lot expected of her and her experience in dealing with her father. She hated people who were hard pressed to look after themselves, especially when they had their own degrees of power. She voiced this opinion and earned a laugh from Dracona.

"Perhaps, but that's a fault of society in general, don't you agree? Always looking for the easy way out, even if it's at the expense of another," she shook her head and Raven found herself nodding in agreement. You discovered these things quite quickly when you became heavily relied upon.

"Now, to business. I believe that there's a small wizarding community hidden in the downtown of the city where we could gather your supplies," she paused, "I'd suggest waiting until we arrived in London, but unfortunately, Voldemort has hit them hard," her tone spoke for itself. London wasn't safe, and would only get worse with Trigon controlling this Voldemort.

Raven stared at Dracona, who was still speaking, though it seemed that it was more to herself than to Raven at this point. Raven placed a gentle hand on the demoness' shoulder, quickly startling the woman from her reverie.

"I'm sorry," Dracona apologised in a soft voice, "Before we go though, you should change," she smiled and laid her hands out before her. As they began to glow in the soft tones of her aura, she rotated them in a swift movement and Raven felt the magic stirring in her cloak and leotard. When the sparkles of power had vanished, she looked down and gasped, eyes widening in shock.

Her Titan's garb had been replaced with garments much like those Dracona had been wearing the day when she had first come to the Tower. Her leotard had been replaced by a floor length set of royal blue robes and the colour of her cloak had been changed to a blue so dark that it might as well have been black. The bauble on her cloak had morphed into a fancy silver clasp, and two replicas of the same acted as clips to hold the open folds of the cloak together.

She looked up at Dracona, eyes still wide to find that the woman was wearing similar garb, though of a much different cut – it seemed to be more formal – and of a deep violet hue. Once again, her violet fringed, black cloak was draped around her frame, giving her an ominous look that Raven hadn't noticed before.

"Shall we go?" she asked with a smile. Raven nodded slowly and Dracona raised her arms. A dome of power surrounded them in what Raven saw as an imitation of her own abilities, and the Titan's recreation room dissolved around them to be replaced by the cheerful looking lobby of what appeared to be a small hotel.

A young woman – no older than herself, Raven believed – stood behind the counter, wearing the same style clothing as she and Dracona wore. "Do you require rooms?" she asked softly, and in a manner that told Raven that people appearing out of thin air was a regular occurrence here. The girl's large, doe-like brown eyes blinked at them curiously.

Dracona shook her head quickly, "Just passing through, thank you," she replied before turning toward the large double doors that were the entrance and exit of the building. She made a gesture for Raven to follow and to stay close as she made her own way outside.

Raven's eyes widened in shock at the sight that met her eyes upon exiting the hotel. It wouldn't have been an exceptional sight, had the street been closed. Indeed, in that case, this small street would probably have been overlooked as a mere, run-down alleyway. However, with every store open and proudly displaying their wares, the street was definitely something to gawk at.

The shops closest to her caught her attention first. To her right stood a small building, it's display windows filled with stacked books. The painted sign above the shop door read; 'Bloopit's – Spells, Curses and Magics' in bright yellow paint on a background of faded blue. To her left stood a slightly larger, yet more rundown building with a rusted iron sign that appeared to read; 'Suplies for Magiks,' though Raven wasn't quite sure. Displayed in this shop were a variety of things, from cauldrons to telescopes.

"Come on, Raven. We came here for a wand," Dracona said, lightly tugging the sleeve of her robe as she began walking down the street. Raven followed her slowly, telling herself that she'd ensure they stopped at Bloopit's on the way back through. She figured that it would be easy enough to persuade Dracona to spend a bit of time in the bookstore.

Visiting the bookstore, however, seemed to be the last thing on Dracona's mind as she meandered through the thick crowd. The building they arrived at moments later was small, the front only large enough for a tiny display window that had the curtains drawn, and a small door with a plaque that read 'Meinand's Wands' in small, cramped lettering.

Dracona opened the door and held it, beckoning Raven forward with a sweep of her hand. Raven approached slowly and entered the shop, her eyes flickering back and forth to take in shelves full of small, narrow boxes that Raven assumed held wands. A portly man stood behind a counter in the back of the store, pursing his lips as he studied his customers. Raven summoned up her best glare, and was about to use it when she realised that it was Dracona whom he was studying.

"Good afternoon, Mr Meinand," Dracona said quaintly, though Raven couldn't help but notice that she spoke more quickly than was usual for her. When the wand-store keeper simply continued to study Dracona, the woman grimaced and Raven found herself being propelled forward. With a mutter of, 'I'll wait for you outside,' Dracona spun on her heel and left the shop, lifting her hood to settle around her head and she went.

Meinand stared after her until Raven cleared her throat sharply, at which time he turned his eyes upon her and nodded. "You need a wand, then?" he asked, peering at her from behind a thin monocle that covered his right eye. The monocle brought it to Raven's attention that the man had one eye that was normal – a cheering brown – and one that didn't quite meet the definition of the word 'normal.' For the eye that was half hidden behind his monocle was a pale blue, and looked almost lifeless compared to his left. Raven quickly averted her gaze. The sight was decidedly disturbing.

"I do," she responded with a nod of her head. The shop keeper peered at her for another moment before emerging from behind the desk and gesturing for her to follow as he walk down one of the rows of shelved wands, examining each with seemingly little interest before he chose one from the shelf.

"Here you are," he said, voice resonating in a deep baritone that echoed through the small shop. Raven gave him a perplexed stare as he held the wand handle toward her. Her stared switched to the small, lightly coloured rod and her brow creased as she took it from him.

"It's made of willow, and has a core containing a drop of Mandrake juice. Good for healing magic, because of the Mandrake properties…" he trailed off as she continued to stare at him, knowing she looked lost, but not really caring. She had no idea what was going on, and gave a brief moment to wonder why Dracona hadn't explained anything to her before deciding that she wanted answers. Now.

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked monotonously. Meinand blinked at her, then sighed, shaking his head in a manner that she knew to be one of annoyance – she could feel waves of frustration pouring from him as he scowled, not at her, but at the door. Apparently, he was annoyed at Dracona as well. And he apparently had a dislike for her, but why?

She watched him carefully for a few moments, and when he didn't respond to her question, pondered the correct way of phrasing it before delicately asking, "Do you know her from somewhere?" She accompanied the carefully chosen words with an offhand tone of voice as to not seem like she was prying. The question was enough to being the man around from whatever he had been thinking about, and he simply blinked at her a moment before responding.

"You'll do good to look out for yourself around her. Her clan breeds tricksters, and she's one of the best…" he trailed off, and Raven sensed that Meinand felt he'd said too much. Too much for him though, was nearly enough for her. He hadn't directly answered her question, but he'd given her more than enough to think about.

"Now…" Meinand was saying, back in the role of wand maker. "Do you feel anything from that wand?" She blinked at him, wondering if he was completely mad, but deciding to humour him. The core hadn't reacted negatively to her magic, so that was good, but it hadn't done much else either. As quickly as she could shake her head, Meinand handed her another wand.

It became quite routine over the next quarter of an hour. It seemed that the wands didn't like Raven's magic, and so didn't seem to think it necessary that she have one. (Which would have been fine with her, had Dracona not been so against it.) This became so much the pattern, that Raven was genuinely shocked when she felt a comforting warmth spread up her arm and a saw trickle of black aura spread from the tip of the most recent wand that she'd been handed, to swirl around her body, spreading her cloak out and lifting her hair as a feeling of euphoria filled her. This was her wand.

The wand keeper was nodding, though she could tell he was irked by something. When she asked, he only shook his head and smiled at her before taking the wand and returning it to it's box.

"What was that one made of?" Raven asked curiously as Meinand pulled out an old-fashioned abacus and began to calculate the price of the wand. She'd stopped paying attention to what each wand was made of sometime after the third try, mainly because she didn't understand a word of it. There had to be significance to each material used, but Raven was unsure as to whether the significances she knew would be applicable here.

Meinand looked up from the abacus at her question and frowned at her around his monocle. "Cherry wood, with a core containing two common core materials. One, the mane hair of a unicorn, and the other," here, the force of his frown increased, "the flight feather of a phoenix." Raven kept her face passive at the mysterious tone his voice had taken on, and was going to ask him for further details when the door opened and Dracona re-entered. Raven back to Meinand to find that he had finished his calculation, and was showing no sign that they'd been discussing anything important a moment prior.

"That will be eight Galleons please," the wand maker said. Dracona passed him a small bag of coins with an odd look on her face as she did so, and then ushered Raven from the wand shop. As the door banged shut behind them, Raven spun to confront Dracona.

"What is it you aren't telling me?" she demanded. Dracona gave her an aloof look and shook her head, shrugging her shoulders and making it seem as if the question hadn't caught her off guard. Raven knew it had though – Dracona's shields had fallen and anxiety was coming off of her in thick waves. Not only that, but her power level had flared, and was currently sitting somewhere high above Raven's.

Raven took a deep breath – that power flare reminded her that Dracona was definitely dangerous, and Raven didn't want to know what she would do if she felt too frightened. She wasn't stupid – she knew that the demoness would easily be able to maim or kill her. She was lucky that Dracona was so mild-tempered, it seemed.

Of course, being mild-tempered didn't stop her from hiding the truth. Far from it, in fact. "I have answered your questions concerning Hogwarts, and given you more information than you requested." Dracona said placidly. Raven frowned at her. That hadn't been what she'd been referring to and the woman knew it.

She turned her frown into a glower, but the woman gave no sign that she noticed it, nor did she give any sign that she took Raven's words to have a different meaning. How could she be so calm when she was blatantly lying? Obviously, Meinand had known something about Dracona that – he'd hinted at it – that she wasn't revealing, and that Raven was unable to figure out herself.

It obviously had something to do with her breeding and ancestral line. Raven didn't know truly didn't know a lot about the Seraphlin clan, other than that they had pure magic, and that they rarely had a member of the clan that turned. Since she was fairly sure that the clan wouldn't blood a turned member, she was almost positive that Dracona didn't have any cruel ulterior motives.

However, the possibly couldn't be eliminated. Raven wasn't quite sure what the reason had been for inviting Dracona to stay at the Tower once she'd introduced herself. Sometimes, she even had vivid dreams that Dracona had gone to a magical length to give Raven a false sense of security. However, it was completely possible that Raven was simply taking comfort from the calming waves of power that usually emitted from the demoness.

For they were the kind of power waves that made one feel secure – strong, steady – and made Dracona seem infallible. And of course, when one was with someone they felt was invincible, they tended to be lulled into a false sense of security. Which, Raven decided, was probably why she'd been having those dreams. Her subconscious was furious at her for letting her defences fall, and was trying to make her put them back up, to keep her from getting hurt… Unfortunately, it wasn't working well at all.

But she had a true reason to be cautious of Dracona now. She'd been given a warning against the woman – an actual warning, not something her subconscious had invented – and the warning had been cryptic at that. She's definitely have to stay alert now, and perhaps become a bit more avoidant. Not that that would work once they arrived at Hogwarts, seeing as Dracona would be leading one of her classes.

She looked around her to discover that she was standing in front of a small, gloomy shop window with a sign advertising it as being an apothecary. It appeared that her feet had been following Dracona without her mind being with them, and so without her consciously being aware of it. Not that the woman was anywhere in sight. Well, that was interesting.

For a moment, she stood contemplating walking back down the street to where she'd seen the bookstore. It couldn't hurt, and she truly wanted to see some of the books. After all, they'd likely all be spell books of some sort, and she was always interested in learning new spells and rituals.

But unfortunately, she was foreign to this place and would probably end up getting lost or doing something that would offend someone. It was something she usually kept to herself, but although her mother had been born on Earth, she had been raised on Azarath, and as a result, often felt as out of place here as Starfire. After all, how many humans had magic? (She tactfully ignored that she was currently standing in the middle of a street with witches and wizards of all ages milling around her.)

"Are you ready to move on, Raven?" Dracona was suddenly there and asking in a tone that was sugary and over-polite as she handed Raven a bag of potions supplies. She'd just come from inside the apothecary and brought with her the musty scents of ingredients and brewing potions. Raven shrugged and rolled her eyes as Dracona began walking away without actually waiting for a response.

Waves of frustration and something that felt like offence were flooding from the woman, and though Raven was sure that she was the only one who could actually feel them, passers-by seemed to be avoiding her. Indeed, many scampered to file down the opposite side of the street as Dracona approached.

It was quite amusing, and they went along like that for a while. Raven trailing behind as Dracona's presence cleared a path before them. In and out of stores they went; first, a robe shop, where the seamstress seemed shocked that they were purchasing a full set of Hogwarts robes in California, then to the supply store to purchase a telescope and cauldron. (Raven also managed to buy a small and very delicate crystal ball and a bag of tea leaves before Dracona could usher her out.)

Finally, just as the sun was beginning to set on the horizon, they reached the bookstore that Raven had so wanted to enter.

To my reviewers…

Sigma1 – I hope you appreciated this chapter for Dracona's development. I knew that someone, eventually, would bring up what you did. Okay, so firstly… Her name. Dracona was originally created to be thrown into a non-crossover fic. Unfortunately for me XD she fit perfectly into the role that needed to be played in this fic, and I didn't want to change the name and the character background that goes along with it, because there are some major Dracona characteristics that go along with the name. Blah.

And of course, you mentioned her utter perfection. That, and the whole 'good' and 'demon' thing don't work well together. The only thing that I can really say right now is that I hope you put those two thoughts together when reading this chapter, and that you add them to the feelings that are expressed about her by the other characters. And of course, Raven only likes to think that she knows everything.

Jeff Higgs – I can't wait to write the Harry meets Raven scene, because as of right now, I don't even know where it's going to go.

Bookworm12890, drakness'-angel, Moon Goddess of the Sun, and Darkest Raven – Thank you!

Author's Corner

Late update, I know. But I got to one point, right near the end and thought that there should've been more to this chapter, and sat on that for about a month. When I realised that nothing more was going to come, I decided that I had better get this chapter out. So… Here's to hoping that the next chapter comes out a bit quicker, hmm?

Until then----

Completed – October 23/2005