SUMMERY - To escape poverty, we left Britain behind. To ensure the ministry never finds us, we locked our wands away. What is left when all you've ever known is gone? And who will be there for us, strangers in a strange land? Harry Potter/ Teen Titans crossover

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Chapter 3 Amethyst Eyes

How do muggles stand this? It's like being a house elf with nice clothes. And no beatings. Okay, so it's not really like being a house elf, but if someone asks me what the drink options are again I'm going to kill something. And the -

Wow

No one with legs like that should wear anything that short. It's highly distracting. I wish that girl with the never-ending thirst would stop waving me over. I've filled her water glass fifteen times, I swear.

The other girl, the one in the short skirt, is sitting at a table in my section. Unfortunately, she's sharing that table with more than a dozen other people. One of whom must be her boyfriend, because not even the weasel glares at me like that. I don't see why he's so angry. What does he expect, letting her run around in that skirt?

After filling the bottomless girl's glass yet again, I go around the new table taking drink orders. Without really caring, I wonder if the single adult at the table is going to pay for everyone. At least the drinks aren't complicated: fourteen waters and one tea. The only kid that wanted soda was told he was not, under any circumstances, allowed to have anything with caffine or suger until after they left the resturant. I can see why. He's practically bouncing already.

It doesn't take long to get the drinks and I'm going around the table again when I hear the tail-end of a conversation that seems to have been about me.

"...can't read people like you can, but there's something very strange about our waiter."

My ears catch the light whisper from the end of the table as I set a water in front of the slight red-head with the jitters. I look up slowly, hoping my eyes don't betray my interest.

Three people are sitting at the end of the table. I already know the blond is mute, so the speaker must be the other boy.

The girl beside him looks up to meet my gaze. All rational thought comes to a dead halt.

Her eyes are deeper than the black lake, colder and softer than moon shadows on the snow; more piercing than Dumbledore's could ever hope to be. They're looking straight through me, past the lies and into my deepest soul.

I force my emotions to be still, to die. Interest flits through her eyes like a fish through dark water, so quickly that I'm not sure I really saw it.

Frantic, almost shaking, I throw up my strongest shields. They're no good and I know it. She knows what I am.

She drops her gaze and I step backwards clumsily, dropping the tray. Water and tea splash across the carpet and my clothes.

"I'll be right back to clean that up." I try unsuccessfully to keep my voice from wavering.

It's all I can do not to turn tail and run, but I manage to make it to the kitchen with some dignity left. One of the waitressess whose name I can't remember looks like she has nothing to do, so I send her out to take care of the mess. In the back, I collapse, trembling, against the wall.

My pant legs are soaked. At least it's not soda. All the same, I don't think mother is going to be happy with me, and not just about the clothes. For some reason that's all I can think of: mother's displeasure. But then, it's not really surprising, considering that I just threw my life, and Blaise's, down the drain.

Unless... Maybe she only knows who I am. I wasn't thinking about the others, and I didn't see her find my memories of them. If I can get them out of the house before she finds out where I live -. But she's like no Legilimens I have ever known. She could have seen my entire mind without me ever knowing it. My godfather is nothing compared to her. Merlin, Voldemort is nothing compared to her.

Maybe she doesn't even use Legilimency. I've heard of people who were true mind readers, though no one I know of has ever met one. But the sorcerers in the old stories my father used to tell me could do it. Of course, there hasn't been anyone powerful enough to be called a sorcerer in centuries.

I felt her mind, just for an instant, but I felt it all the same. Even when Voldemort read my mind I didn't feel power like that. She crackles with it. Being near her when she uses her power is like standing on top of the astronamy tower in a lightening storm: dangerous, but completely exhilerating.

And I felt all this in just a few seconds contact. Felt it with the impossible clarity of adrenaline racing through my blood. What would it be like to wield that kind of power? To -

Abrubtly, the boss is standing in front of me, his heavy brow creased with dissaproval. Not again. Oh Merlin, please not another lecture.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a break."

The sane half of my mind instantly kicks my insecure insolence off a mental cliff, berating me furiously.

"Excuse me?"

I hate it when he looks at me like that.

"Getting back to work, sir."

Satisfied for now and wanting me to get back to work more than he wants to give me another lecture, he nods and leaves. I force myself to walk back out, dreading returning to the large table in the east corner. Even the girl with the constantly empty glass has left, making the large group my only obligation.

Nothing out of the ordinary happens, but the girl at the end keeps glancing at me, an almost desperate curiousity in her eyes.

Gradually, I pick up some names.

The kid that keeps glaring at me is Richard. The group is here to celebrate his birthday. His girlfriend's name is Kori.

The man is Bruce.

The jitterbug is Wally.

The boy that was whispering about me is Garth.

And the amethyst-eyed girl is called Raven.