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Draco: WHERE IS SHE!

Harry: Who, Lindsay?

Draco: YES, LINDSAY! WHERE IS SHE, I'M GONNA KILL HER!

Beast Boy: She's sort of writing the story, Draco. That'd be sort of... bad.

Draco: Deep breaths, Malfoy. Deep breaths. Okay. You guys realize she hasn't updated in over three months?

Harry, Shannon, Beast Boy: Yes.

Draco: You also realize that Ranma has been wandering around Mdizzle's studio looking for her?

Harry: Draco, Lindsay's had incredible writer's block. She is now over it. We're shooting the chapter, are we not?

Draco: That can't be the only reason she hasn't updated in over three months!

Shannon: Well, after the chapter, we'll find out why Lindsay hasn't updated in so long. For now, I'm just going to say that one, this disclaimer is way too long, two, Draco, you're going to bust an artery unless you calm down - DANCE OR ELSE - and three, Lindsay doesn't own Harry Potter or the Teen Titans.

I looked around. Cyborg was in his holographic human form, supposedly reading the Daily Prophet, Mandy, Jennifer and Ginny were at a table, pretending to be deep in conversation, and Ron was wearing a hat pulled over his eyes with Beast Boy, his newly-brown hair styled into spikes and fake piercings attached to his eyebrows, and Abby, her long hair dyed pink and pulled into a jagged ponytail on top of her head, with a fake piercing on her bottom lip, all sitting at the bar. (YEEK - THERE IS A SPIDER ON MY COMPUTER:bashes spider: All good now.) Raven met my eyes and nodded slightly.

"Everyone's ready to fight off a possible ambush, Hermione," Raven said.

"All right, let's go."

We made our way to the table Saria and Pansy were sitting at. Saria was talking about feet, and Pansy was only half listening.

"It's like, you look at some people and their toes are all really long, and some other people have the same size foot, but really short toes! Or really long toes, but the foot size is tiny, so the toes are the same length as the actual foot! And some toenails are a little-"

"Saria," interrupted Pansy, "as interesting as this is, we should be thinking about how we can explain this situation."

"That would be nice," said Raven, sitting across from the two Slytherin girls.

"Hey, good choice, you guys!" said Saria. She was grinning and sipping a butterbeer. "I ask for a nonalcoholic firewhiskey and all I get is a butterbeer. Ah, whatever."

"What is going on?" asked Raven before I could. "What is the reason we're here?"

"Jeez, no beating around the bush?" said Saria. "Fine. Pansy?"

"Okay, you know that Potter is the only one who can kill You-Know-Who, right?" asked Pansy.

"How did you know that?" I demanded.

"Most of our overage family are Death Eaters," said Saria lightly. "In Pansy's case, both parents are, and in my case, all my family over seventeen are, but not by choice. Anyway, they expect us to become Death Eaters also, so they tell us little tidbits of information, hoping we'll beg to help them out just so we know everything that's going on, not bits and pieces. They're geniuses," she added rather bitterly. "Some of us did."

"Anyway, You-Know-Who is trying to kill Potter because only Potter can kill him, yada yada, I'm sure you know that," continued Pansy. "Anyway, a source told You-Know-Who you guys were coming from America, so they devised a plan to get the youngest under his power. Your friend Beast Boy. A willing Death Eater who goes to Hogwarts injected him with something that cuts off his ability to morph. The main problem with that is, the source that leaked the fact you were coming - it was a source from inside Hogwarts."

"Which is not good," interrupted Saria. "A source from inside our own school could easily subdue all of us. Unfortunately, they'd go for you guys, the rest of the Titans, and Harry and Ron - probably Ginny Weasley and a few others as well - first. And unless we want our cover blown, Pansy, Blaise, Draco and me can't do anything. Not directly at least."

"And helping you directly," spoke up Pansy, "is your best bet."

"Our best bet?" I asked, exchanging glances with Raven.

"If You-Know-Who somehow did conquer the world, we - the kids of Death Eaters - would only gain," said Pansy. "Gain more riches, a power guarantee, and when we got older, a small say in how the world should be run. Not that it would help much," she added bitterly.

"Here's a question," said Raven. "If you would gain so much from Voldemort-"

"You-Know-Who," hissed Pansy and Saria at once.

"Whatever," growled Raven. "If you would gain so much if He did conquer the world, why are you helping us out?"

Saria and Pansy looked at each other uneasily.

"Uh..." began Saria. "Well... we each have our own reason."

We waited for her to go on. She didn't.

"Um, okay..."

"Our own, personal reason that we don't share with most close friends, let alone known enemies," added Pansy. "Saria, you don't have to tell them. But mine... well, I get beaten at home. My parents killed my aunt, uncle and cousin, and probably more. I don't think that's right. So I fight it."

Saria gave no hint that she would share her reason.

"What does all this have to do with Malfoy helping Beast Boy?" I asked.

"Well, we're getting to that," said Saria. "Draco has his own reason for not wanting to help You-Know-Who - if he wanted you to know, he'd tell you, so I'm not going to. But Lucius is one of the higher-ranking Death Eaters, so Draco knew about the plan. And for some reason, he doesn't like you, but he helped Beast Boy out anyway, because the crystal that they're after - you know about the-"

"Of course we know about the crystal," snapped Raven.

"Right - you know that when activated, everyone within a mile save for people actually touching the crystal, is turned into a great evil monster?"

Raven and I nodded.

"Did you know that only a miles' worth of these Crystal Monsters can bring the entire world to its knees?"

"No," I said, exchanging an alarmed look with Raven. "Couldn't enough people band together and-?"

"Granger, what do you think this is?" demanded Pansy. "Some stupid little fairy tale? These monsters... they're immune to all spells! They have amazing strength, incredible abilities, ranging from shadows that can slip through a crack in the door to brutes as big as - no, bigger than a Hungarian Horntail! If he get his hands on that crystal, the world. Is. DOOMED!"

"Someone's PMSing," muttered Saria. "She's right, though. We have to destroy the crystal, otherwise, well... we're all dead."

"Draco helped Beast Boy," added Pansy, glaring at Saria, "because they've got a plan. Theodore Nott shot Beast Boy with a dart that cut off his power. He tried to get Beast Boy out of the castle - to You-Know-Who's lair - but Draco stopped him. They want Beast Boy so they can threaten him, to subdue all of you, including Potter and Weasel-"

I glared at Pansy.

"-because you're the greatest threat to him right now besides Dumbledore. And he can't eliminate Dumbledore, it's not that simple. That's why Beast Boy is still in danger, because now that he's got no powers - he's the smallest out of you guys - they're still after him. Trust me, I know."

"That explains my vision," muttered Raven. "Hermione, remember when I had that vision right before Beast Boy was hit with the dart?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Well, in the vision, Beast Boy was... well, imprisoned," she said. I had a feeling she didn't want to go into detail.

"Oh."

Later, in the sixth-year boys' dormitories...

"Dude. This is bad."

"No kidding, Beast Boy."

Everyone was in the Harry, Ron, Robin and Cyborg's dormitory. The aforementioned were sitting on their respective beds, with Raven, Hermione, Ginny, Beast Boy, Abby, Mandy, Jennifer and Starfire in various places around the room, including on Dean, Neville and Seamus's beds. Ginny was sitting with Harry, and everyone who was interested knew there were sparks. But that wasn't their main concern.

"So, what do we have to do?" asked Robin.

"Well, we really have to protect Beast Boy, but we must get that crystal before Vol-"

"Don't say his name!"

"WHATEVER." Hermione was annoyed. "Before He gets it."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Harry.

"First, we dig up any information on it," said Raven. "Then, we see if we can find out where it is. If we can do that... all we have to do is hope that They don't find it first."

Lindsay: Dun dun DUUUUN!

Drake: Okay, no more sound effects.

Lindsay: You're no fun. All right, guys, I'm sorry to say this, but I'm not doing bloopers anymore. GAH! (ducks flying fruit cakes) WHO BRINGS FRUIT CAKES TO A FIC, ANYWAY? AAAAAAAAAHH! (ducks flying meat) THAT'S JUST CRUEL!

Drake: You guys want updates faster, right? Anyway, Lindsay has a promise to make. Lindsay?

Lindsay: I'll never take three months to do a chapter again. BUT, there were finals, my parents went all on my case about two C's in math and English, I had auditions for a musical, my mouth has been killing me, my mom thinks I'm trying to lose weight by fasting, I'm tired all the time and I'm going insane because I don't have any long-sleeved shirts other than sweatshirts! I'm sorry!

Draco: Thanks for letting us use your studio, Mdizzle! Come on guys, we're going back to Lindsay's cheap basement.

REVIEW RESPONSES!

La Editor: Thanks, and feel free to use the camp song! It is the most annoying of them!

Mdizzle: I'm going to wait for more opinions, but of course I'll keep yours in mind! No, I wasn't lost, but I think Ranma is...

Suuki-Aldrea: I have updated!

DarkestRaven: She's not allowed to use her powers in class, because it would give her an advantage over everyone else.

Goth-Girl04: Another BBRae shipper? BBRae shippers: 2; Lindsay: 0. Ah well. I'm glad you like it so far!

soaring-bright-flame: That's my friend Shannon for ya...

AntimatterManticore: I understand, I never log in if I'm not logged in to leave a review... if you understood that, cuz I didn't... anyway, I'm glad you liked it, and I finally updated!

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