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Chapter 7

Few and Far Between

Before Raven knew what was happening she was back into the room she was imprisoned in the previous night, it was now around midday. Light leaked threw the single, east facing window. Raven paced in order to keep her mind off the dull feeling of hunger in her gut and the threatening headache from lack of proper sleep. She chewed on her thumbnail, an unconscious and irregular nervous habit she had seemed to develop.

As she paced evenly, her mind raced, going over what she had recently deduced from the careless words that slipped her and her friends kidnapper. She tried to come to a conclusion of what it meant while, at the same time, trying to scan her memory for any other slips of T. M. R. she might have missed before. This only made the threatening headache worsen.

Raven stopped pacing and collapsed on the bed lopsidedly, fiddled with the musty comforter, and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, but in true could have been nothing more than ten minutes. The exhausted girl closed her eyelids to ease her stinging eyes and with out noticing slipped into a deep sleep.

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Beast Boy sat crossed legged and frustrated on the lumpy mattress of the bed which Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg sat propped up against in sitting positions. He had given up trying to wake them a while ago. He was not prepared to wake his friends from a paralytic sleep. He tried everything he could think of, though I am not saying if that was a lot or not.

In order to keep himself from feeling guilty of lying down on the job, he decided to take a different course of action…basically, how would they escape once the three were awake. Beast Boy knew that Starfire and Cyborg could blast threw the walls when they were in working order, but blasting out walls sort of defeated the purpose of a secret escape.

Beast Boy surveyed the room, which looked very much like the one he and Raven were in last night expect that it was slightly smaller, the bed was in the center of the room, and the dust on the floor had been worn away by recent amount of plentiful footsteps. The changeling decided that the best means of escape would probably the window, which pane had a long, thin crack running diagonally across it. Beast Boy peered out it and discovered they were only two stories up.

The smallest and greenest Teen Titan began to tie the pieces of cut rope together in order to use it to climb down. He was careful with the knots, making sure they were secure. His fingers were sore before he was only half way done. When he was close to completion he realized that Starfire and he could fly the two others out…that is if Cyborg could fit threw the meager window. Beat Boy sat down on the bed again, in even in more frustration.

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Voldemort paced his study with malicious vigor. He never expected that the girl would think so logically and she would catch him in the midst of lie and deception that was key to his plot. If she found out ahead of time…the result would be disastrous on his part. He calmed himself at the thought that Raven did not yet have enough to piece together why she was needed so desperately.

The Dark Lord wandered on that train of thought temporarily and it lead to his possible success. He had been planning this attack for a while with different scenarios before he even knew of Raven's existence. None of his schemes seemed to work or fit, but after he found out about Raven…oh, the possibilities that came with it. Dumbledore would never see it coming, the attack on Hogwarts that was. Voldemort smiled a smile of pure evil joy. That old fool would never expect a move like this, never expect that he, the Dark Lord and murder of muggles and mudbloods, would ever use one as his secret weapon. The malicious man imagined with ecstasy that look of utter horror and shock on the Headmaster's face seconds before his death, realizing not only his own end, but his defeat, his downfall, he would have failed to protect his precious students and school from infiltration of the Death Eaters. Voldemort stopped pacing and laughed, not a chuckled or a snigger which where the only sign of amusement usually show by him, but a untainted laugh of amusement and happiness, even if the source of the pleasure was for such a horrible thing.

The Lord Voldemort sat down on a black wooden chair, with a high back that came to a point above his head. One of his elbows was perched on an armrest, as he leaned his head casually against his fist. Tonight he would test his theory, no, not breaking in Hogwarts, not just yet. It was too much of a risk if Raven could not do what he thought she could do. Now he had to make plans.

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Beast Boy did not know how long he had been waiting: Hours, Days, Months, Years! The young changeling knew that his imagination was running away with him. It had not yet been a full day since he had entered this sinister, old mansion. He was still sitting on the bed and he occasionally poked the shoulders of his friends or snapped his fingers in front of the unconscious Titans. He gave up, he could not wake them. They would have to wake themselves up, for they were in a deep sleep that was definitely induced from an outside force.

Beast Boy got up from the bed and began walking in random directions across the room in order to stretch his legs. He morphed into a cat and stretched his back. The cat Beast Boy trotted lightly over to this friends and stared up at them from his position on the floor. He waited like for a while for lack of better things to do, occasionally his tail swaying or whiskers twitching. He was in such a daze that he did not see the Starfire voluntary moved her head into a presumably more comfortable position.

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Raven awoke suddenly from her sleep, not knowing the reason. The first thing she noticed was the room was noticeably darker, but it was not yet night. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and she registered how long she had been asleep. She tried to get her subconscious not to feel guilty about it. 'Frankly there was no good to be done here,' she reasoned. 'It is not like I could be doing anything productive and that sleep was good for me. I needed it, I deserved it, I earned it,' she said forcefully to herself in her head, yet she could not convince herself it was true. Her body felt rested, a little sore from the lumpy mattress maybe, but rested. Though her mind did not feel rested, it ached as though there had been pounding noises constantly as she slept and her eyes hurt ached as though she had watched way too much television. Had her mind been working the whole time she slept? Fading memories of crazy and horrible dreams and nightmares flashed threw her mind before they disappeared from her conscious thought forever.

Raven sat up on the bed as it got steadily darker as dusk turned into evening and evening turned into night. She was suddenly cold and she rubbed her arms to rid herself of goose bumps that prickled her arms. She heard footsteps, but she ignored them, she heard the door open, but she ignored it. She heard someone approaching, but she ignored it. She saw someone's feet on the ground where she was staring at it, but she ignore it. But when she looked up into her and her friends' kidnapper's face she could not ignore it. His expression showed unaltered malevolence, the glint in his eye was of unjustifiable evil and not matter how hard she tried she could not ignore it.

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Voldemort had called an elite meeting of a few select Death Eaters that would be involved in the attack/test-run tonight. They were all capable fighters, loyal, trustworthy, and had now where else to turn, which lead to the former two reasons. They were all convicted Death Eaters. They could not turn spy, no one would want them, accept them, or trust them. In a way his Death Eaters that had been prosecuted were more valuable and loyal then the ones who still pretended to be honorable members of society. They had nothing and everything to lose, nothing to lose for fighting for him and everything to lose for turning traitor. They were mostly the people who had kidnapped the Teen Titans

Lucius Malfoy was one of this group, so was Bellatrix Lestrang and a few irrelevant others. The stood in as a hooded group in the entrance hall after the briefing by their master in his study. They stood in a swarm like a floating pack of dementors or ghosts or demons. It was hushed and the only sound was that of whispers so swift and quiet that anyone who was listening in would have thought it was a breeze sneaking threw an open window or gaps in the aged and weary walls.

Lucius became suddenly popular because he knew the most, next to the Dark Lord, about the mysterious muggle girl from America. He was bombarded with questions, which he only half answered. One, to make the information sound confidential and that he was important enough to be trusted with it. Two, he really did not know that much.

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Raven stared up at the man standing over her. She met his eyes and it was outright scary. All hint that there had been previously of courtesy and chivalry, that Raven knew was fake, had disappeared into absolute wickedness. Now that she had seen the true T.M.R. she wanted the false manners back. Raven quickly hid her emotions behind her trained mask of not caring.

His smirk was evident. He began to talk, it was like a rehearsed speech where he periodically paused as though waiting for a question or her opinion. He led himself into the topic. It was complete nonsense, like he was apologetic about his anger earlier and that he meant to explain some things to her, but never got the chance, blah, blah, blah.

"Remember," he continued, "the magic I referred to earlier," he went on. He had magic, so did his "Death Eaters." Raven's worst notions were confirmed. It tool her a while to process what she had just heard. Suddenly she did not feel so well.

"It's time," said Voldemort

"For what?" asked Raven, he first time speaking, genuinely confused.

"To see what you are worth," he replied with a malicious smirk as he took hold of her upper arm and led her out of the bedroom.


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