Aki- Sorry, its been forever. Remember that this story was begun and planned before

HBP came out, this nothing in that books applies to this fanfiction.This chapter skips

ahead a bit to the attack, but that is because there is nothing interesting in between so…


Chapter 22

Unwelcome Decisions

Black cloth rustled in darkness as the sounding of footsteps began lightly tapping

the stone floor. They were all trying to be silent, but their wands were poised, the hoods

drawn, and tension high. The group of Death Eaters walked along the hidden passage

they had discovered. It was narrow, one way, forkless, until it reached the main body of

the castle.

A bat squeaked above and flew off down the passageway beyond them being

disturbed by the men. It was so dark they didn't see it was green. As they passed beyond

the doorway from the outside, it closed almost noiselessly behind them. As they walked

down the hallway they did not see the glowing green eyes in the air behind them

When the group of Death Eaters got fairly in front of them Starfire landed on the

ground, setting down Robin, how had been in her arms. They both swiftly and silently

snuck up behind the group. Robin got particularly close to one of the lagers. In a second,

he put on hand over the man's mouth and used the other to press a pressure point on his

neck. He instantly went limp and unconscious as Robin laid him silently on the ground

and bound his hands, kicking his fallen wand aside.

In a few minutes Starfire had done the same to another Death Eater, but instead

of using a pressure point she knocked him very hard on the head. They had to be careful

and slow. He almost got noticed once, but Starfire quickly grabbed Robin and flew out of

their eyesight. They got about five down before the Death Eaters reached the end of the

passageway.

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Raven was anxious. She wished she could pace or meditate or something then just

stand their, but she couldn't. It was complete dark and she was surrounded by wizards

and witches awaiting an attack.

A green bat came flying and squeaking from the passage. Everyone tensed. It was

the signal. They were coming. The bat landed next to Raven and transformed into Beast

Boy.

"Good work," she whispered to him.

"Thanks," he answered, "But I'm worried about Star and Robin." Raven nodded,

but Beast Boy could barely see her.

"It's time," she whispered before, chanting, "Azarath Metrion Zinthos." A black

magic shield then covered the wizards. Voldemort's secret weapon was now his

unsuspected enemy.

They had not contacted the ministry. First, who would believe them? Who would

take the similar dreams of two teenagers as a serious source? Secondly, if they did

believe it, the ministry would have swarmed all over the school, blowing their cover and

probably tipping off Voldemort that they knew his plan thus ruining all chance of

capturing Death Eaters. Plus, they wouldn't have let students, with good cause, who were

determined to fight, fight.

Everyone was just waiting for the impending doom that was coming. All the

teachers were present and most members of the Order along with a good handful of

students, mostly those who had been in the D.A., but not secluded to.

Raven stiffened, yet kept her concentration when she heard footsteps. They were

here.

"Now!" came Dumbledore's voice and the lights suddenly turned on, stunning the

unsuspecting enemy. Spells flew down upon them in crazy flashes of colored light:

stunners, disarmers, freezers. The Death Eaters attempted to fight back, but their were

surrounded and the spells just rebounded off the black magical barrier Raven had put up.

It was not long 'til Voldemort called for retreat. It wasn't supposed to be like this

for them. It was supposed to be a surprise attack, but they were somehow figured out. It

was better to live and fight another day.

The sound of triumph filled the room. Students were jumping up and down,

screaming and hugging. The teachers were more wary though, Dumbledore leading a

group to make sure the Dark Lord and his cronies were really gone while the others

successful bound the injured and unconscious Death Easters who had been left behind.

Raven finally dropped her arms to her sides in exhaustion, letting the black field

fall. It had been hard to hold such a large, long-lasting field like that one had been. Just

then Starfire pulled Raven into a bone-crushing hug.

"Yes, your plan was successful!" she exclaimed exuberantly.

"Yeah, good work," said Beast Boy with a smile.

"Thanks," she replied.

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"Dumbledore, I cannot believe you did not contact the Ministry with this

situation," complained a tired and annoyed Cornelius Fudge as he followed a rather

energetic despite the time in the morning Headmaster of Hogwarts throughout the castle

to his office.

"Would the Ministry would have done anything if they heard what are sources,

the two students, were and how they came about the information?" questioned

Dumbledore cryptically.

"That- That's not the point," blustered Fudge.

"On the contrary, much the point, Cornelius."

Fudge continued, ignoring Dumbledore's last statement, "And don't get me on

how you allowed the students to fight."

"I sincerely don't see the problem."

Fudge floundered for a moment, "This is a school, not a military base."

"Now, Cornelius, I think you will agree the that that comparison is hardly suitable

or true."

"Now Dumbledore," said Fudge more earnestly, trying a softer more forgiving

approach, "I know you are a," Fudge paused, "Revolutionary type of man and this

problem with the students fighting is excusable due to no one getting hurt, but I, as an

advocate for the Ministry, must address the issue of the five children you have taken in,

the American ones."

"I hardly see an issue, Cornelius," replied Dumbledore calmly.

"They're muggles, Albus! And that is just the least of it. We know nothing about

their pasts or allegiances. Plus, if rumor has it true, one of them had been in cahoots with

You- Know- Who."

"Rumors are really an unreliable source of information."

"So you deny it!"

"No, I'm just saying that the Minister of Magic should really be basing his

convictions on more… trustworthy sources than rumors, especially ones that float about

schools."

"But is it true?"

"Partially."

"Partially?"

"There were outside circumstances that forced one of the five children to behave

according to Voldemort's will." Fudge flinched "But did no real harm, and proved

trustworthy and helpful in other matters, like assisting in protecting this castle this very

night."

"That doesn't change the fact that they are muggles."

"They needed protection from Voldemort, I gave them that."

"Again, why wasn't the Ministry contacted?"

"I barely saw need to contact the Ministry on such a trivial matter that I could

easily deal with myself."

"Trivial! Trivial matter! This is by no means a trivial matter. Five children, all

from the States, none of which are one of us, have been brought into our world, shown

our ways, our secrets, our people. You- Know –Who is after them. This isn't safe for

anyone involved."

"What do you propose Cornelius?"

"We send them home! We send them home after their memories of the last few

days and this place are erased."

Dumbledore rebutted a little on edge, "Their home was attacked-"
Fudge interrupted, "I already have my people on it. At this very moment there are

witches and wizards at the Teen Titians', or whatever they call themselves, Tower,

restoring it, so it will be like they never left and none of this ever happened. And," said

Fudge loudly to keep from interruption, "They are setting up some magical barriers for

their protection."

"The best protection you can give them is their memories, so if Voldemort or his

Death Eaters ever attack them again, they'll know what they are up against!" said

Dumbledore angrily.

"That is out of the question."

"Well Cornelius, I do not agree or support your decisions."

"I'm sorry to hear that Dumbledore, but this is out of your hands and in the

Ministry of Magic's. We'll be back at noon tomorrow," Fudge checked his golden

pocket watch, "Well, today actually. You can give them the news if you wish, just make

sure that they don't mysteriously run away or disappear, because I'll know it was your

doing. Good day."

And with that Cornelius Fudge placed with bowler cap on his head and marched

out of the room. Dumbledore sat down in his chair and sighed. It didn't look like their

was much that he could do.


Sorry, the formating might be a little wierd.