A/N: Long time no see! Hah! Lol. Anyways, it's short, but things are starting to go forward finally, and there's actually more than internal problems! Lol. Anyways, hope you guys like. Reviews are always welcome!

Disclaimer: Meh. . . no own them, you no sue me.

Ch.5: As Mad As A Malfoy

There was a small cloud of dust that rose as the plain tan folder was thrown on the negotation table. Pink cat-like eyes met blue ones as no emotions were revealed. Everything was silent until the teen girl opened her mouth.

"I think there's something that'll interest you a lot in this." A raised eyebrow was the respones of the man sitting across the table from her. There was silence once again as he scrutinized her, slowly reaching for the folder. Clasping it tightly in his old grip, he opened it. A momentary confusion crossed his features as the one item on top caught his attention.

MALFOY LINEAGE GONE?

The wizarding newspaper's headline stuck out like a sore thumb against the starch white background of the paper.

He glanced up at the girl before him,who watched his reaction and then looked down at the folder in his hands. Following her gaze, he took the clipping and set it aside on the table.

What was beneath the clipping was what shocked him.

Below the clipping was a picture of a young man with white blonde hair and stunning blue eyes set into a pale and cold face. He was looking at someone else and obviously had no idea he was being watched.

"He's alive, Mod." He heard Jinx say with a smirk. "And I know where he is."

Mad Mod looked up at Jinx with wide blue eyes, the connections suddenly being made at lightspeed in his mind. A business-like smirk suddenly overtook his features as he leaned back in his chair, putting the folder in front of him on the small table. His hands went to rest on the chair's armrests, his left hand hovering over the cane that was leaning on the chair and awaiting Mod's touch.

"What do you want in exchange?" Jinx smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Bring me the Titans on a platter."

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Draco muttered a curse at his wand, whacking it against the coffee table in frustration. All the spells he had tried thus far were not working, or sending sparks all over the place. He was currently alone with Raven, who sat curled up on the opposite end of the couch with a book. She had not looked up once through the whole ordeal.

He frowned, wishing deeply to just chuck the useless stick of wood out the window. Of course though, retrieving it later would make his satisfying throw be in vain.

It was at this moment that Raven decided to finally join him and surprised him by taking it out of his hands. He had been stewing so deeply in his own frustrations that he hadn't even heard her stir.

She looked at it silently, turning it over in her hands.

A look of pain suddenly crossed her features as she dropped it, looking down at the want now lying between her and Draco.

"What did you see?" Draco asked with a stern look. Raven massaged her wrist, looking down at the wand uncertainly and then up at him. Her violet eyes held a stern look.

"He's in there." A look of confusion passed the Slytherin's face.

"He's taken over your wand. You can't use it without him seeing you."

"Why?"

"It's a special spell. Takes lots of energy, but it's like tagging your enemy so that they can never hide from you. This must be his way of keeping you under his control. Anything he wants to do to you he can, as long as you keep the wand. You have quite some luck to have your wand be on the fritz then, because now you can't even use it if you wanted to."

"But then how did I escape? I was bedridden a long time. He had me right where he wanted me!"

"Someone must have helped you, or you somehow broke through the spell momentarily. I wouldn't know how, unless you told me everything that happened." Silence came between them as she let her question sink in.

There are ways to overcome it, but there could be big consequences, and not all good." Draco looked up at her with a frown.

"Like what?"

"Someone could break the spell for you, but it takes such an amount of power that it could cost their lives. A soul isn't meant to handle the amount of power he's handling alone. And if done between two, it could mess them up internally. It culd leave them mentally unstable." Draco sighed.

"In other words," He muttered, "it qould leave them insane. . . right?" Raven looked at him, nodding curtly.

"So if I did it alone. . ."

"It would be suicide." Raven finished bluntly. "And there would be no point. Rumor in the magic world has it though, that there is a way to break it without losing anything, though I doubt this would help much." Draco looked up at her expectantly.

"Ever heard of Harry Potter?" She asked. Draco turned away with a scowl.

"Yeah, why?" He managed to get out between clenched teeth.

"When he was attacked as a baby, his mother's love protected him."

"That's stupid. Love is a feeling and not magic."

"But emotions are the fuel of magic. And if those feelings are tangible enough, they can even become magic." As she had spoken, her voice began to lower to a hushed whisper. "If you had a strong enough connection with someone like that, that connection alone would break the spell without repercussions."

Draco turned away with a bitter laugh as he muttered, "I killed the last person who could've even possibly come close."

Luckily, Raven hadn't heard him.

If he had the guts to tell her, would she really still be here trying to help him? Would she accept the actions he had taken, the things he had done, and what he really was? Or better yet, would she even try? The other four titans had accepted him on her word. And if he didn't have her trust, it was more than certain he wouldn't have the rest of the group either. The gap between them was closing, yes, but there were secrets; secrets that if told, would drown him in the darkness he had sought to escape. But as things were going as of now, it was looking as if that end was inevitable. No matter how far he went, Voldemort would seek him out and stain his hands with the blood of more wizards. And Raven would look at him the way she had when she had shoved the pair of scissors in his hand.

"You disgust me," she would say, her eyes reflecting the same hatred he had seen in Harry Potter's eyes, "You don't deserve to live after all you've done!"

Besides, who would ever accept such a filthy soul?

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"Greetings, my duckies!" Mad Mod greeted the Titans with a toothy grin. Robin scowled at the large briefing screen, asking in a gruff voice, "What do you want, Mod?"

Mad Mod shrugged, twirling his cane lazily as he shifted in his chair. "See, I got a little bored in jail, seeing as you so called Americans don't know how to have fun, and I thought, why not go and visit my little duckies in Jump City, eh? I hear your little family had an addition recently, and I just had to drop in for a visit."

Robin frowned. "Where are you!"

"Ah, ah, ah." Mad Mod said, wagging his finger at Robin on screen. "Not so quick now, Robin, old chap! Let me see your new friend first."

"Draco was standing in the hallway with Beast Boy, who had been on his way in when the alarms went off. Out of cautious instinct, Draco had been literally thrown out of the den by Robin, who had run in quickly, and had been told to stay there with Beast Boy until everything was settled with whomever was calling.

The green changeling had hastily explained that if whoever was calling knew about him, then they might have to deal later with a hostage situation, which could make any mess much bigger than they could afford.

"Why care who we let join or not, huh?" Cyborg asked from behind Starfire. "You never cared who became a Titan, so why now?"

"See, your little friend comes from my jolly old England, so I wanted to see what news he had for me, you know? Catch up on old times!" He laughed. "He knows a friend o' mine-- small world, isn't it? Someone who I haven't heard of in quite a while and I'd like to know how he is"
Robin raised an eyebrow.

"Oh Draaaaaaaaacoooooooooooooooooooo!" Mad Mod yelled in a sing-song voice, "Come out, come out wherever you aaaare!" He laughed.

"Come on, boy, just a cup o'tea is all I'm asking! I wanted to know how old man Voldemort is doing! Has he conquered Hogwarts yet? Heard you got in quite a skirmish with your headmaster! You're such a bad boy, Draco, should'da listened to your father when you had the chance, hmm? How's your mother doing? Such a lovely lady she was, yes. Too bad you just had to be such a rebellious little boy, huh? Never could replace such great folks. Shame, shame."

In the hallway, Draco's eyes were wide with shock. Poor Beast Boy was trying in vain to hold him up, slowly falling to a kneeling position on the floor as he tried to snap Draco out of his breathlessness. Out in the den, the remaining four titans digested the new information in silent confusion.

"Well, guess I caught him at a bad time, eh? Draco boy, I will come to look for you later, alright? You owe me a cup of tea, my duckie!" He laughed, shaking his head. "Titans, been a pleasure seeing you," at this he muttered something under his breath, "yes, well, I must leave you now, but Draco! I will come back for you, boy! Hogwarts is in an uproar without you around, you know!" He laughed heartily at this, a smirk appearing on his face as he said finally, "I'm sure Voldemort will be ecstatic to know you're still alive."

And then the screen blanched.