A/N: Chapter Five is finally here. Sorry it took a while. My computer had a virus and I was unable to type up the chapter. I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Teen Titans. Just the plot.

The shock of Mad-Eye's death hung over the house in the days that followed: Raven kept expecting to see him limping in through the back door to relay important news, as had been the routine for the past weeks.

She was not the only one either. At dinner time, Molly would turn from her place at the stove, looking at the door expectantly, as if someone were about to open it and step inside.

Raven was currently in the shower. The cool water trickled down her body and relaxed her muscles as she stood their in the icy spray, letting her mind wander once again.

Logic told Raven that she had nothing to feel guilty about. That she had been preoccupied at the time, and there was nothing she could have done. That it wasn't her fault. She knew that Logic was correct, but this did not quell the guilt that overwhelmed her.

Only action could justify her remorse.

As the days passed, Voldemort was rapidly gaining more control over the Wizarding world.

It seems that a few days prior to that fateful night, there had been a mass breakout from Azkaban. They should have been expecting this to happen, sooner or later. The Dementors, who had once guarded the dread fortress Azkaban, had now revolted and joined the Dark Lord. However, no one was the wiser. This was not due to inference by the Death Eaters; rather it was because their idiotic Minister believed it to be in everyone's best interest not to know.

Raven shook her head. This is why she didn't trust the establishment.

Her mind now drifted to all the terrible events that had been occurring recently. Mysterious disappearances and murders were now becoming common occurrences, and the weather seemed to grow more dismal with each passing day.

'When will this war come to an end?' thought Raven solemnly.

She pushed such misgivings from her mind, which was now becoming easier to do, washed her hair, and quickly got dressed.

Raven slowly entered the kitchen and noticed that the only others at the breakfast table were Harry and Ron. Bill and Mr.Weasley had just left for work. She had also seen Molly rushing up the stairs and assumed that she went to wake the others, while Fleur drifted off to take a bath.

As Raven sat down, she unintentionally overheard Harry and Ron's conversation.

"The Trace'll break on the thirty-first," said Harry. "That means I only need to stay here four days. Then I can –,"

"Five days," Ron corrected firmly. "We've got to stay for the wedding. They'll kill us if we miss it."

Raven tuned out the remainder of their discussion.

She suspected that she wasn't meant to hear the words they had just exchanged, but her curiosity had been overwhelming. Remus had told her that Harry and his friends planned to leave shortly, on a mission that Dumbledore had given them. Although, Harry refused point-black to reveal the contents of that mission to anyone, no matter how hard they persisted, such as Mrs.Weasley. Raven understood why they couldn't tell anyone. It would not only put them in danger, but others as well. She understood that only too well.

She briefly considered taking a peek into Harry's mind, but she quickly quashed that idea. She was against going into other people's mind: She viewed it as mind rape because it stripped a person of their utmost privacy.

'No,' thought Raven, 'not again.'

After a quick breakfast that consisted of herbal tea and a few pieces of toast, Raven spent most of her day helping Mrs.Weasley with certain wedding preparation. This had the advantage of keeping her mind busy, so she gladly took it. Given the opportunity, her thoughts would wander into the darker recesses of her mind, procuring images that were not particularly pleasant.

Her friends decided to help as well, most likely for the same reason. They had cleaned the cutlery, de-gnomed the garden (the boys had had much fun with this chore), helped cook vast batches of canapés, and color-match ribbons and flowers. Starfire had also taken much enjoyment from this task.

This they did for two days and not once had Raven been allowed time to think, for which she was grateful.

Raven was currently sitting in a chair in the kitchen with a book in her hands. This was a large tome containing several spells, each with different purposes and it also contained instructions on how to make certain potions, most of which were for healing purposes. Hermione had loaned her the book.

She was so deeply immersed in the book that she jumped slightly when the back door opened and Mr.Weasley, Bill and Kingsley walked in.

They were often joined by Order members for dinner now, because the Burrow had replaced number twelve, Grimmauld Place as headquarters. Mr.Weasley had explained that after the death of Dumbledore, their Secret-Keeper, each of the people to whom Dumbledore had confided Grimmauld Place's location had become a Secret-Keeper in turn.

"And as there are around twenty of us, that greatly dilutes the power of the Fidelius Charm. Twenty times as many opportunities for the Death Eaters to get the secret out of somebody. We can't expect it to hold much longer."

"But surely Snape will have told the Death Eaters the address by now?" asked Harry.

"Well, Mad-Eye set up a couple of curses against Snape, in case he turns up there again. We hope they'll be strong enough both to keep him out and to bind his tongue if he tries to talk about the place, but we can't be sure. It would have been insane to keep using the place as headquarters now that its protection has become so shaky."

The kitchen was so crowded that evening that it was difficult to even maneuver forks and knives.

"No news about Mad-Eye?" Harry asked Bill.

"Nothing," replied Bill.

They had been unable to hold a funeral for Moody, because Bill and Remus had failed to recover his body. It had been difficult to know where he might have fallen, given the darkness and the confusion of the battle.

"The Daily Prophet hasn't said a word about him dying or about finding the body," Bill continued. "But that doesn't mean much. It's keeping a lot quiet these days."

"And they still haven't called a hearing about all the underage magic I used escaping the Death Eaters?" Harry called across the table to Mr.Weasley, who shook his head.

"Because they know I had no choice or because they don't want me to tell the world that Voldemort attacked me?"

"The latter I think. Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that You-Know-Who is as powerful as he is, nor that Azkaban has seen yet another mass breakout."

"Yeah, why tell the public the truth?" Harry, clenching his knife so tightly that Raven briefly noticed the faint scars on the back of his right hand, white against his skin. She was disgusted when she saw the words it spelled out: I must not tell lies.

"Isn't anyone at the Ministry prepared to stand up to him?" asked Ron angrily.

"Of course, Ron, but people are terrified," replied Mr.Weasley.

"Terrified that they will be next to disappear, their children next to be attacked, their families torn apart," said Raven. Her voice was barely above a whisper but it carried clearly through the clattering of silverware. Silence followed.

"Yes," said Mr.Weasley. "There are nasty rumors going around; I for one don't believe that the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts resigned. She hasn't been seen for weeks now. Meanwhile Scrimgeour remains shut up in his office all day. I just hope he's working on a plan."

"Have you found out how Voldemort -," everyone flinched, "knew about us?" asked Robin pointing to his friends.

"Well, we don't know how they knew that you all had joined the Order," said Bill thoughtfully, "but once they discovered this it would have been simple to find out more about you. What you may not be aware of is that, although you are American superheroes, you are also quite well-known in Great Britain as well as other parts of the world,"

Robin's eyes widened but Cyborg merely had a broad grin on his face upon hearing this news.

"So since You-Know-Who is aware that you five are on our side, we figure that it would be too dangerous for you to return to your Tower. There's a great chance that they expect you to return, and You-Know-Who probably has a few Death Eaters stationed there, awaiting your arrival."

They nodded grimly.

"What'll happen if Voldemort takes over the Ministry of Magic?" asjed Raven. "As we're Muggles and a nuisance, I highly doubt that he will want us to remain here."

Bill seemed to be contemplating her words.

After a few more minutes, he replied.

"If You-Know-Who gains control over the Ministry, we cannot send you back to the States for reasons that we just explained. It would also be very difficult create aliases for you all because for them to believable, you would all have to be Muggle-born, and if You-Know-Who takes over Muggle-borns probably won't even be allowed to attend Hogwarts."

"Therefore, if You-Know-Who takes over the Wizarding world, you all will have to go into hiding."

A distinct silence followed this sentence. Although no one wanted to think about it, by the way things were going, it seemed inevitable that Voldemort would eventually gain the control that he had been hoping to attain for several years.

"But if we're in hiding, how are we going to help?" asked Robin.

This time, it was Kingsley that replied.

"As you know, Muggle killings are now becoming very frequent," said Kingsley. They nodded. "If Voldemort overcomes the Ministry, the number of Muggle attacks will only increase. If possible, you could do what you did in the States: Protect innocent Muggles. Only it is necessary that you do so discreetly. But just by doing this, you are greatly contributing for our cause."

They did not even hesitate: They nodded immediately.

"Of course, you will be coming to the wedding," said Molly happily.

It was Harry's birthday.

Ron's older brother, Charlie had come for the celebration and had been introduced to each of the Titans. It seems that he had been told previously that they would be present at the Burrow when he arrived, and he bombarded them with questions. Such as what powers did they possess, why Beast Boy was completely green, if they came from other planet, etc.

They had answered most of his question before Mrs.Weasley suddenly forced Charlie into a chair, raised her wand threateningly and announced that he was about to get a proper haircut.

Beast Boy and Cyborg had had a good laugh at Charlie's expense and even helped Mrs.Weasley keep him from escaping.

Afterwards, Cyborg had followed Molly into the kitchen to help her make the cake. Starfire and Ginny were at the end of the table, talking animatedly and Robin and Beast Boy were talking to Charlie about dragons.

Raven was sitting in the corner, merely observing.

As she continued to watch, she began to reminisce about her own birthday. Her friends had very eager to celebrate once they found out. The only person that wasn't particularly thrilled was the 'birthday girl.' In fact, for most of the day she had remained locked up in her room, staring intently at the clock in her hands, watching the seconds tick by ever so slowly; Waiting for the day to end.

She had been unpleasantly surprised when her friends had thrown her a surprise party. However, the party had ended abruptly when Raven walked out, after having just destroyed the living room.

She had no desire whatsoever to celebrate her birthday. There was nothing to celebrate in her opinion. The reason being, that she alone was aware of the dark secret surrounding the day of her birth. She had quickly returned to her room, anxious for the day to end.

But before the day ended, she received yet another unpleasant surprise: A returned Slade imbued with dark powers.

He had easily overpowered her friends and so the game of cat-and-mouse had begun: Slade had chased her through the entire city before finally incapacitating her. He had ripped her cloak off her body and then proceeded to rip her leotard as well. Although, she had not been aware of the latter as she felt an incredible searing pain when he began to burn the mark of Scath onto her skin.

Once the day had finally come to an end, it no longer made a difference. Slade had delivered his message: Raven was destined to destroy the Earth. He had shown her all the destruction that she would soon cause and the image had haunted her every night until that day had finally arrived.

'So, overall not the best birthday,' thought Raven sardonically. Even now she was plagued with constant images of burning red skies, stone that had once been flesh, oceans of molten lava and her demon father hovering above it all. Even though she had defeated Trigon, his blood still coursed through her veins and she had not been allowed to forget that.

"Are you okay?"

She jumped. She had momentarily forgotten where she was. She turned to look at Robin, who was looking at her concernedly.

"Yeah," said Raven tiredly, "just thinking about my last birthday."

He instantly tensed. The hand on his lap balled into a tight fist.

'I guess he remembers,' thought Raven sarcastically. But how could he not? She had sensed that he felt an overwhelming guilt for not having been able to protect her. Although she did not blame him in the slightest. It was Robin that had saved her from falling to her death. She had also been half-naked.

Now that she thought about it, she was immensely grateful that Slade had not raped her. It would have been easy enough seeing as she had been unconscious at the time.

Raven shuddered at the thought. Robin seemed to notice. The hand that had been balled into a fist only a few seconds ago was now lying gently on top of hers. She looked up into his masked eyes.

"You shouldn't think about it, Raven," said Robin soothingly, "and I'm so sorry that I abandoned you."

Raven squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"You didn't abandon me. If you had, I wouldn't be here speaking to you right now. What happened, happened. Nothing can change that."

Robin nodded uncertainly, but then a huge grin formed on his face.

"Come on, let's go join the party! I think they're about to cut the cake!"

He jumped up excitedly and dragged Raven to the back garden.

As Harry's birthday dinner would have stretched the Burrow's kitchen to breaking point even before the arrival of Charlie, Remus, Tonks, and Hagrid, several tables were placed end to end in the garden. Fred and George bewitched a number of purple lanterns, all emblazoned with a large number 17, to hang midair over the guests.

Thanks to Raven, George's wound was neat and clean, but she was still not used to the dark hole in the side of his head, despite the twins' many jokes about it.

Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes.

"Nice," said Ron, as with once final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. "You've really got an eye for this sort of thing."

"Thank you, Ron!" said Hermione, looking both pleases and a little confused. Raven turned away with a shake of her head.

'So obvious,' thought Raven.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" sang Mrs.Weasley, coming through the gate with Cyborg following behind her. He was wearing his chef hat and silly grin while carrying a giant, beach-ball size snitch. Seconds later, Raven realized it was the cake. When Cyborg placed it in the middle of the table, Harry said,

"That looks amazing you guys."

"Oh, it's nothing, dear," she said fondly.

"Yeah, no problem man," said Cyborg clapping Harry on the back with a huge smile on his face.

By seven o' clock all the guests had arrived, led into the house by Fred and George, who had waited for them at the end of the lane. Hagrid had honored the occasion by wearing his best, and horrible, hairy brown suit. Although Remus smiled as he shook hands with Harry, Raven thought he looked rather unhappy. It was all very odd; Tonks beside him, looked simply radiant.

"Happy birthday, Harry," she said hugging him tightly.

"Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years ter the day since we met. Harry, d'yeh remember it?"

"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn't you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig's tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"

"I forge' the details," Hagrid chortled. "All righ' Ron, Hermione?"

As Hagrid went over to talk to Ron and Hermione, Raven, Robin and Cyborg walked over to Harry.

"Happy birthday, Harry," they said happily.

Harry smiled. "Thanks you guys."

"I guess you've probably noticed that we haven't given you a present," said Raven with a small smile on her face.

"That's okay, I really don't mind -,"

"No it is not okay," said Cyborg mockingly, he seemed to be enjoying himself. "Since we didn't know what to get you, we decided to give you this."

Cyborg held out his arm: In the palm of his hand was a circular yellow device with a white 'T' in the center. Harry took it from his hand and looked at it curiously.

"That," said Robin "is a communicator. It's a communication device that we use to . . . well, communicate. We're giving you this incase you're ever in trouble and need our help. With this war you can never be sure. Anyway, all you have to do is press that red button on the side, hold it down and speak into it. Raven has also placed a spell on it which makes it resistant to magic."

Harry looked up with a big smile on his face.

"Thanks you guys."

"You're welcome and happy birthday, Harry," they said, for just a single moment, without a care in the world.

A/N: I decided to end this chapter on a happier note since the previous four were somewhat depressing. I already have 1/3 of chapter six done, so it should be up soon. I hope you liked this chapter and please leave a review. :)