A/N: Sorry about the delay, but my life is seriously crazy. Just bear with me. The beginning of this chapter may seem very muggle-ish, but having them just wave their wands and correcting the world would be kind of lame.
Disclaimer: I don't own TT or HP.
Chapter 15: Retaliation
Harry carried Raven up to the hospital wing. He reached the large tents before the doors and saw Madame Pomfrey exiting the females' tent.
Harry ran to her as fast as he could with his burden. "Madame Pomfrey!" he yelled, trying to get the medi-witch's attention.
Madame Pomfrey turned around and gasped. "Mr. Potter! What happened!"
"She's unconscious," he explained, but Madame Pomfrey was not satisfied.
"What was she doing outside of the hospital wing?! She could spread the disease to other students!"
"She's cured!" Harry said, passing Raven to the medi-witch.
Madame Pomfrey turned to him with wide eyes. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice ready to crack.
"I found the cure!" Harry exclaimed, and before she could ask anymore questions, Harry ran past her to the tents covering the doors to the hospital wing. Harry dashed into the males' tent, through the changing room, through the ice-cold shower (right past Healer McAllister who was very naked and very flustered), through the second changing room, and into the hospital wing.
"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall yelled in surprise as the dripping wet boy-who-lived dashed into the hospital wing. "What on earth are you doing in here? You could catch the disease!"
"I'd like to know the exact same thing," said Healer McAllister walking into the room in the issued white robe though still dripping wet.
"It's alright, Professor! I can't get the disease!"
McGonagall scoffed at his words. "Mr. Potter, you may be the boy-who-lived, but you are not invinci-"
"No, Professor, you don't understand!" Harry exclaimed, interrupting his professor. "My blood is the cure!"
Professor McGonagall gasped. "How did you discover this?"
"There's no time to explain," Harry said, with more than a hint of urgency. "You need to cure everyone now! I've already cured Raven."
"Right." Healer McAllister sprung into action, slipping on gloves and grabbing a syringe-like device and a thin strip of rubber. McGonagall still had questions dancing about in her head, but she pushed them to the side to help the healer. McAllister had Harry pull up his sleeve and then he tied the strip of rubber around Harry's bicep. McAllister tapped the crook of Harry's arm a couple of times before inserting the needle into a vein. Harry watched as the syringe-like device filled with a dark, red liquid: his blood. Once it was full, McAllister took off the blood-filled end of the syringe and handed it to Professor McGonagall who set it on a table. He then put a cottonball on the spot where the needle entered Harry's arm, and he slowly removed the needle. "Hold that," McAllister said, indicating that he wanted Harry to hold the cottonball. Harry nodded and complied. McAllister then took off his gloves and pulled out his wand. "How much blood does each person need?" he asked.
"Just a drop," Harry replied, and watched with amazement as McAllister waved his wand over the vial of Harry's blood causing three more identical vials to appear.
McAllister handed McGonagall two vials and instructed her to inject a drop into each patient. She did as he said and began working in the left side of the wing. McAllister took the remaining vials and started working on the right side of the wing.
Harry turned at the sound of a door opening to see Madame Pomfrey standing in the doorway. "Well, she is cured. I don't know what you did, but…what are they doing?" she asked glancing from Healer McAllister to Professor McGonagall.
Harry ignored her question and asked, "How's she doing?"
"Fine, just fine. I conjured a cot for her just outside the wing. She's just sleeping now. I don't know what she did, but she has such little energy."
Harry looked down feeling slightly guilty. It was his fault that Raven was so sick. If she hadn't come to save him…oh well, it was over and done with. No use worrying over what's happened.
Madame Pomfrey detected that the boy was lost in thought and said, without expecting an answer, "I'll just go get Dumbledore." With that she scurried out of the hospital wing.
Ten minutes later, Snape was the first to barge into the hospital wing. Harry was slightly frightened as the usually gloomy professor sported a huge smile on his face. "You found the cure!" he exclaimed. Harry was now really scared, that is until Snape's next words. "Why didn't you find the cure sooner?! Just because you're the famous Harry Potter doesn't mean you can slack off!" Harry sighed in relief as the usual scowl replaced the frightening smile.
Hermione, Ron, and the Titans were the next to enter the wing. Harry tried to discern what they were saying, but everyone was talking at once. Harry attempted to block out the sound before he was saved by Dumbledore. His booming yet soothing voice rang through the hospital wing. "Why don't we let Harry tell us exactly what happened." Harry smiled thankfully at the wizened old man.
"Yes, I'd like to hear how you discovered the cure" said Healer McAllister who, along with Professor McGonagall, pulled up a chair to hear the story.
"I take it you two have finished administering the cure then?" Dumbledore asked. McAllister and McGonagall nodded. Harry wondered how Dumbledore knew that's what they had been doing, but he pushed the curiosity away. This is Dumbledore after all.
"Good. Harry, I believe the spotlight is yours."
Harry glanced around at the eager, curious faces before beginning his story.
Harry finished regaling the night's events to his audience, leaving everyone on edge.
"Albus, Voldemort isn't going to just let Harry get away again is he? I mean, he must be furious!" Professor McGonagall said with a slight tremor in her voice.
"I agree, Minerva." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "I agree."
"Well then, what do you think is going to happen next?"
Lucius Malfoy flinched at the Dark Lord's rage. "How could you let this happen?! How could you be so unprepared?!" Lucius took note that Voldemort never once mentioned his own faults in his ravings.
Lucius spoke. "We can remedy it, my lord. The children shall not live to see the morning."
Voldemort turned his cold, snake-like eyes upon his servant. He opened his lipless mouth and hissed, "I want a massacre."
A crowd of Death Eaters stood before the large wooden doors of Hogwarts Castle. The moon shone directly above throwing the band of murders in a silver, ghostly light. The masks upon the Death Eaters faces hid the stoic countenances that belied the apprehensive mood in the air. A few of the hooded figures looked at the only shaking member in disgust. His fear was obvious in his darting eyes and the way he nervously wrung his hands, one normal and one shiny metal. The lead Death Eater stepped toward the doors, his cold, gray eyes peering out from beneath his mask. "No mercy," he stated simply before throwing the doors open wide.
The ring of moonlight extended through the doors to illuminate three figures. Harry Potter stood in the front, his wand hand shaking with rage. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger stood to either side, standing tall and ready to fight along side their friend.
Lucius Malfoy laughed. "This is who the mighty Dumbledore sends to protect his school? Three children?" He laughed heartily and raised his wand toward the trio. Avada Ka-"he started before a gleam entered his peripheral vision and zoomed to his hand. It hit his hand with a crack leaving a deep gash and causing him to drop his wand. The metal boomerang then reversed its direction and was about to disappear back into the darkness when a gloved hand shot out of the darkness and caught the piece of metal with ease. Lucius scrutinized the darkness in an attempt to see to whom the gloved hand belonged. He was only able to distinguish a white mask before the boy stepped halfway out of the darkness. He was dressed in an odd costume with an assortment of muggle weapons attached to his belt. Lucius took a step back as the boy said, "Not quite," in response to his previous statement. In the darkness a red light blinked into existence and higher up a pair of green eyes glowed liked eerie coals over their heads. A dark green panther gave a low, warning growl as it stepped out from the darkness behind the golden trio.
The Death Eaters were clearly unnerved as some stepped back slightly and others lowered their shaking wands. The boy in the mask took note of this before exclaiming, "Starfire, now!"
The green eyes grew brighter surrounding the exotic face to whom they belonged in a mystic green aura of light. The floating girl's hand also lit with blinking green power. The energy grew and as the girl rose higher and twirled in the air releasing the energy to the room around her. The Death Eater's ducked thinking she was aiming the green flames at them, but it was unnecessary. Instead the fire flew to the walls and caught the torches bringing the Great Hall into light. The Death Eaters gazed upon the room with more horror than they could have had if the green fire had rained down upon them. The entirety of the Hogwarts student body intermingled with livid and determined professors was standing in the Great Hall, in perfect health, with their wands raised and pointing straight at the Death Eaters.
"Teen Titans, GO!" the boy in the mask yelled and the students charged the doors.
Spells and lights were flying everywhere. The Death Eaters were incredibly outnumbered and easily overtaken. Harry and Lucius Malfoy, each armed with only a wand, were dodging the other's spells while throwing some of their own. Ron and Hermione were both fighting Death Eaters of their own.
The Titans were plowing a path through the crowd of masked, dark wizards; their unique weapons letting them easily conquer their opponent out of surprise more than anything. Robin could effortlessly disarm any Death Eater and then engage them in hand-to-hand combat in which Robin was at an advantage. Beast Boy was in his tiger form, knocking down one Death Eater after another. Starfire was blasting the Death Eaters with her starbolts in an aerial attack. Cyborg was by far the most effective. As a cyborg, he was able to conquer by fear as much as brute strength. He didn't even need to use his sonic cannon!
Robin was fighting a particularly annoying Death Eater when he noticed another dark wizard point his wand at Starfire. "Crucio!" the Death Eater yelled. A blast flew out of the Death Eaters wand and headed straight for the Tamaranian.
"Wha-" Starfire began, but the blast hit her before she could finish. It knocked her out of the air and sent her crashing to the ground. The Death Eater smiled evilly as he approached the fallen girl, while keeping his wand trained on her to maintain the pain of the spell. To his surprise however, the girl was not writhing in pain upon the stone floor. Instead, he saw her sitting calmly on her knees, the picture of innocence. "I am sorry to disappoint you," she said, rising to her feet, "but your spells of the dark do not seem to be effective on Tamaranians." After she said this, she peered over his shoulder and smiled at the person behind him.
"Wha-" he said as he looked over his shoulder. He didn't even get a glimpse of the masked boy behind him before a long staff slammed into his face and threw him across the room. The Death Eater slowing tried to open his eyes. He saw the alien girl, eyes and fists glowing green with righteous fury next to a masked boy with the offending staff.
"Never touch my girlfriend," the boy threatened before he and the girl reentered the fray.
Beast Boy and Cyborg seemed to be doing just as well. Beast Boy's long, sharp claws sliced through the thin, wooden wands easily. A Death Eater who managed to dodge Beast Boy's flying claws turned his wand to the changeling and growled, "Avada Kadavra!" Beast Boy quickly turned into a mouse causing the spell to merely pass over his whiskered head. In anger the Death Eater kicked the green mouse causing it to squeal and fly through the air. Beast Boy quickly turned back to his normal form while in midair and landed in the ground nimbly, sliding to reduce the force. Beast Boy turned to the Death Eater, rage written all over his face. Gathering his fury, Beast Boy let his body transform into the large, feral beast trapped within him (a useful though sometimes cursed side-effect of a chemical spill). The now literal 'beast' boy turned his attention to the Death Eater who had kicked him. The man's eyes were huge and body stiff with fear and panic. Beast Boy came so close to the dark wizard that he could see the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead and could smell the reek of fear. Beast Boy puffed a bit of beast-breath on the frightened man revealing his long, sharp canines. With a loud screech the Death Eater dropped his wand, turned tail, and ran. Beast Boy returned to his normal form and began laughing hysterically. He was bent over holding his stomach in laughter when a stray spell flew straight at him and singed his rump. Now Beast Boy screeched. He ran around in circles fanning his green butt, attempting to put out the flame. When the tiny flame had finally subsided, Beast Boy scrunched his face in anger and ran after the guilty Death Eater.
Meanwhile, Cyborg approached a very spell-happy Death Eater from behind. He watched as the Death Eaters around the man he shadowed slink away. Slowly the wizard noticed that his dark-colleagues had deserted him. Bright blue lights blinked into existence behind him casting his shadow on the floor. Shaking, the Death Eater turned around to view what was behind him. Cyborg, circuits glowing blue and wires and mechanical tentacles waving about, was standing like a monolith in the middle of the fight. "Boo," Cyborg said calmly. The Death Eater screamed and ran, leaving a tiny trail of yellow liquid in his wake. Cyborg chuckled and attacked another dark wizard.
The fight was over pretty quickly with the Death Eaters giving a hasty retreat. Well, most of them ran anyway. Lucius Malfoy had been knocked unconscious by Harry, and he, along with some other unconscious Death Eaters, was being bound. Soon guards from Azkaban would arrive to take them prisoner.
"That was…intense," Hermione said, catching her breath as the others finished binding the final Death Eater.
"You may repeat that once more," Starfire agreed, once again distorting a common idiom. Hermione glanced at her in confusion but was too exhausted to question it.
"Has anyone seen Harry?" Ron asked, sitting next to Hermione on the floor.
"He went up to see Raven, I think."
Harry sat next to Raven's cot in a very uncomfortable chair. "Hospital chairs," he mumbled, attempting to find a comfortable position.
"I think they were built to be uncomfortable," a scratchy voice whispered.
Harry gasped. "Raven! I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to wake you!"
Raven gave him a ghost of a smile. "I was already awake. Was there a battle somewhere around here or something? I heard explosions."
Harry sighed. "Yeah, the Death Eaters weren't too happy about my escape."
"Why didn't you let me help?" Raven asked scowling.
Harry snickered. "Right, like you were in any condition to help."
Raven glared at him. "I was worried!"
Harry quickly stifled his laughter. "Raven you saved my life; I think you've done enough for tonight." Raven sighed and nodded. "By the way," Harry continued, "how did you stop the Killing Curse Voldemort threw at me?"
Now Raven chuckled slightly, though only slightly. "I didn't. I sent it to an empty dimension where it will keep traveling until it hits an inanimate object."
Harry laughed outright. "Clever, very clever."
Raven coughed and groaned at the pain in her head. "You need to rest now, Raven," he ordered, covering her more thoroughly with the blanket.
"I thought you'd cured me?" she asked, raising her eyebrow slightly.
"I did, but for some odd reason you decided to use much too much of you energy." Raven scowled, then smiled.
"Alright, nurse, I'll rest now, but I believe you need you rest too. Battle is never easy."
Harry smiled widely. "I will. Now sleep," he commanded. Raven nodded and fell asleep almost immediately. Harry smiled down at her before he too fell asleep.
About an hour later, Madame Pomfrey found Raven asleep in the cot and Harry asleep in the chair next to her. He was holding her hand. "Ahh, young love!" cooed the medi-witch before passing on.
A/N: Ahhhh, I just realized that throughout this entire fic, I've been writing both Madame Pomfrey and Madam Pomfrey. Sorry; I take French. I'm not going to change it though because one letter doesn't seem to make much of a difference in the plot or the flow of the story.