A/N: I know the stairs do that funky thing when guys try to go to the girls dorms, but just pretend that they don't for the sake of this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own TT or HP.

Chapter 13: Fallen

The next day at breakfast, Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with Ron, Hermione, and Dick. "I wonder how Raven's doing," Harry said, a hint of concern apparent in his voice.

"She was still asleep this morning when I left the dormitory," Hermione commented.

"She's probably fine," Dick said, brushing off the worry that was threatening to overtake the small group. "That spell last night took a lot of energy; I bet she's just tired."

"I guess your right," Harry agreed poking at his eggs with a fork. He sighed as he looked over to the empty seat next to him. "We should probably check on her though…Just to be safe."

Dick, Ron, and Hermione nodded. The group rose from the table and headed to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry was the first person to set foot into the girls' dormitory. Upon seeing the room Harry gasped loudly. The girls' dormitory was bright with sunlight from the tall windows that faced east. The room was warmed with the sunshine directly contrasting the thick layer of snow that had collected on the window-pane. One of the beds, obviously Hermione's, was neatly made though covered with a few stacks of books. Two other beds were messy and covered with clothes, robes, and other fashion paraphernalia. Those undoubtedly belonged to Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. The last bed stood in the corner. All of the curtains were drawn concealing the person slumbering within. Those elements were not what made the famous Harry Potter gasp however. Creeping out from behind the curtains of the last bed were long translucent black tendrils of energy pulsing and latching onto anything they could find. Hermione and Ron repeated Harry's gasp and Dick said simply, "This is not good."

Harry rushed over to Raven's bed and pulled back the curtains. There lay Raven; her face was red and covered with beads of cold sweat. Harry put his hand her forehead ignoring the tendrils of energy that clasped onto him. Harry pulled away his hand. She was hot with fever. Raven shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around her. Harry turned back to Hermione, Ron, and Dick. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to speak. Eventually he was able to croak out, "She has it."

An hour later Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Titans were given permission to enter the hospital wing to see Raven. They each made their way through the showers and put on the protective clothes. As soon as Harry was inside the hospital wing, he ran to Raven's side. Starfire and Hermione were already there, their hair wet and in ponytails. "How is she?" Harry asked Madame Pomfrey as she checked Raven's pulse.

Madame Pomfrey shook her head. "Not well," she responded as the rest of the guys joined them. "She isn't even able to heal herself." Harry took Raven's hand and stroked it slightly. Her cheeks were bright red from fever; heat was practically radiating from her.

"How could this happen to friend Raven? She is so strong." Tears gathered in Kori's eyes. Dick held her close as the tears broke and cascaded down her face.

"Ra-Raven will get through this," Gar said fighting tears himself. "She's beaten the incarnation of evil; she'll beat this."

"I'm afraid she does not have much strength to fight this." The group that was crowded around Raven's bed jumped as Professor Lupin came up behind them. "She used much of her energy on the spell last night."

"Yeah, but she'll get her energy back and be just fine," Vic said confidently.

"I doubt it. I believe she was already using all of her energy keeping the disease at bay. Besides, I don't think this disease is something one can just fight off. I think a cure will be our only hope." When Lupin finished his thought, the group was a little more solemn. Kori continued to cry in Dick's arms, his stoic expression planted firmly upon his face. Beast Boy cried silently, hugging himself. Vic had his head bowed, his expression unreadable. Hermione ignored Lupin and instead grabbed the rag in the nearby bowl. She soaked it in the cool water before wringing it out and wiping Raven's red face. Ron sat off to the side, examining the situation with wide eyes, as if the gears in his head were moving incredibly slowly.

Harry was in a state of shock. He shed no tears for he was not able to comprehend the entire situation. Why? Harry thought. Why Raven? No answers were forthcoming. Harry sat and watched as Hermione attempted to cool Raven's raging fever. Her eyes were closed and sunken, and she looked thin and undernourished. Now the fever was cooking her body, slowly burning her mind until her life was gone. Anger welled inside of Harry. Raven was going to die unless they found a cure. The "pure ingredient" is the cure. There is only one person who would know what the pure ingredient is. The person who made the disease.

Harry stood and began walking toward the door. "Harry," Hermione called not moving from her spot next to Raven. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I just need some air," Harry said and continued walking to the showers.

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other before hurrying after their friend.

Outside the showers, Harry was back in his normal clothes and was walking quickly down the corridor. He was stopped by Hermione and Ron. "Harry!" Ron called catching up to him.

"What are you going to do Harry?" Hermione asked, concern manifesting itself in her voice.

"Nothing, Hermione," Harry said.

"Harry." Hermione's voice was stern now.

Harry sighed. "Listen, I can't just sit by and watch as Raven dies. I have to do something."

"What do you think you're going to do?" Hermione asked.

"I'm going to find Voldemort."

"What!" Hermione shrieked while Ron cringed at the name. "Harry you can't! You'll get yourself killed! Besides, we don't even know if it was Voldemort who made the disease."

Harry spun around and faced her. "Of course it was Voldemort! Who else could it be!"

"The disease has been infecting Slytherins as well, Harry," Hermione argued.

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Harry, you're being ridiculous. Even if it was Voldemort and you did happen to find him, what exactly would you do? Let him kill you while you politely ask for the cure?"

Hermione's harsh words only made the anger in Harry increase. "Get away from me," he growled before turning around and walking down the corridor leaving his friends behind.

Harry walked into the Great Hall and scanned it quickly with his eyes. When he found his prey and stalked toward it. Draco Malfoy was conversing idly with his friends at the Slytherin table when Harry approached him.

"Malfoy," Harry spat glaring at the pale boy. Malfoy turned to find an enraged Harry attempting to kill him with a look. Malfoy smirked.

"Why, Potter, is there something I can do for you?"

"Give me the cure," Harry said malice dripping from his words.

Malfoy's smirk widened. "Cure, Potter? I don't believe I have any idea what you're talking about?"

Harry grabbed Malfoy's shirt-front and pulled him to his feet. A look of fear flitted briefly over Malfoy's features, but it was quickly replaced with one of disgust. "I know you know how to get it!" Harry snarled. "Your master is the one who created it! You must be able to get the cure!"

Malfoy glanced around at the crowd that had surrounded them. "Calm down, Potter." Malfoy pushed Harry away. "I'm not sure about a cure, but I might have something you want," Malfoy said cryptically. "Come with me." Malfoy then began walking to the doors of the Great Hall. Harry pushed away his suspicion before running after the wizard. He did not notice Crabbe or Goyle following them out of the large room.

Malfoy led Harry to the steps of one of the astronomy towers. "Why are we here?" Harry asked when Malfoy stopped at the foot of the stairs.

"To give you what you wanted, Potter," Malfoy said, his smirk back in place.

Harry's suspicion grew tenfold at that moment. "What do you-" Harry was cut off as a needle was punctured the skin of his neck. Goyle stood behind him holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Darkness sprouted at the edges of Harry's vision and grew rapidly encompassing his entire field of sight. His knees became weak, and he fell to the stone floor. Harry vainly fought the sleep that threatened to overtake him. The last thing he heard was Malfoy saying, "The Somnus Potion, Potter. Isn't it wonderful?" before he slipped into unconsciousness.

A/N: Sorry about the shortness. The next one will be longer, I think. Also, I don't know if the "wizarding world" has syringes, but they'd be stupid not to. How else would healers administer potions to comatose patients? Ha ha!