WARNING: Alright, so from this chapter forth, beware of spoilers for book 6, you who haven't read it yet.

NOTE: It's been rather hard for me to figure out when all these events are happening, and I've finally decided: they are happening at the end of book five, so right now, NO MATTER WHAT HAS BEEN SAID IN PREVIOUS CHAPTERS, Raven is only fifteen years old. Understood? Since this is a prequel to book seven, expect Raven to meet Harry in a while.

That is all. Have fun.

PS: Book 6 wasn't that good, really. I had the feeling I was just reading another fanfic about Harry Potter. . . it felt as though J.K. had no more ideas for her book. . . it was kind of rushed. . . tell me what you think in your reviews!

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Raven had regained the use of her muscles barely ten minutes ago, and since then, had not stopped trying to fight against the bonds that held her hands to the bed's posts. As comical as this might have looked in any other circumstance, it was no laughing matter: the girl was really getting scared, wondering what was in store for her if she ever even got free of the binds.

With an angry growl, Raven arched her back, pulling her searing arms towards her in an attempt to break the leather straps. Naturally they did not give in, and the collapsed onto the bed with a strangled sob.

"Fuck this. . . I don't want anything to do with HIM. . . I didn't want to become this. . ." She let a few tears loose and sniffed, staring at the ceiling.

A voice, long lost in the back of her mind, suddenly awoke and spoke up.

'You haven't become anything yet.' It pointed out gently, trying to calm the girl down.

'But it won't be long. . . look at me: I can't do anything! I can't fight him!' Raven answered mentally, tugging anew at the bonds. Without success.

'So you'll just go along with what he wants from you. Do you want to kill this Harry Potter?' It continued quite coolly, as if testing her.

As much as Raven knew she had already lost, she could not bring herself to say 'yes'.

"No." She finally snarled aloud, curling her upper lip in disgust, filled with a sudden desire to revolt herself against the rules set out before her. The voice smirked even though it had no face.

'I thought so.' It said softly. 'So now, you are going to listen to me. Remember what Voldemort said? "Try using your anger and fear, Lis." And I quote. So just do what he said, even thought you don't want to listen to him, and get us the Hell out of here!'

Shocked by the anger that was not hers, Raven blinked, but suddenly scowled. "Alright." Her words came out dangerous and cold, and she shut her eyes, concentrating.

Through flashes of her memories, she relived all that had happened during the past few hours, trying to build up her anger. The memory that truly awoke her inner demon was that of Red's pale face as he fell to the ground, dead.

Her eyes split open and a strange, fiery glint appeared in their depths.

Raven hollered a raging cry, arching her back against the bed, pulling on the leather bonds as a heat like flames erupted around her wrists.

Suddenly, without warning, as her hatred overwhelmed her and the fire around her hands grew, the bonds vanished in a flicker, becoming nothing more than a few ashes, which fell softly on the bed.

Shocked by the sudden release, Raven stopped yelling and looked quickly to the side, seeing the cinders on the bed.

'You burned them. Congrats. May I ask what the Hell you are waiting for? A cookie? GET US OUT OF HERE!' The voice bellowed in her head so loudly the girl flinched.

Obedient, she scrambled out of the bed and stood up, as a sudden dizziness washed over her, forcing her to hold on to one of the bedposts for support. Her arms ached and she still felt stiff, whereas it was from the potion's side effects or from lying in that weird position she didn't know.

When her head stopped spinning, she let go of the post and staggered to the beautiful oak door, truly unknowing what to expect beyond it.

Her hand fell on the knob and she twisted it with a sigh; she had expected the door to be locked.

'So what if it would haven been locked? You're a witch, remember? You would have knocked it down with your powers or burned it away. . .' The voice said dangerously.

Raven scowled, wondering why she was still hearing it. She had thought it was the kind of 'momentary' thing that happened when you were alone and needed help. She hadn't expected it to stick around. . .

'Well excuse me for not immediately taking in the fact my whole world has been flipped upside down! First, some loony idiots come along and tell me all this crazy stuff, which I believe, then my friend gets murdered, then my psycho of a father decides he's going to 'make me what he is' and finally, I get stuck with you! No, this really isn't my day. . .' Raven snarled back, yanking the door open with more strength that it demanded.

The voice had a pretty nasty comeback to spit at her, but missed its chance to say it when they found themselves face-to-face with Lucius Malfoy. His eyes stared at her coldly as the girl took a step back, startled.

His gaze softened a bit after a few seconds, and when he spoke, his drawling voice was slightly less arrogant than Raven had heard it be.

"Good day, Lis. I see you've gotten out of your bonds, have you? The Dark Lord told me to bring you to him when you did. Follow me." It had been a simple statement, yet Raven had seen something evil, dark glowing in the back of his eyes as he spoke.

Without much choice or conviction, she walked quietly after Lucius, staring at the ground in defeat.

'How am I going to get out of this one?' She asked the voice, setting aside her annoyance towards it for a few seconds, seeking guidance.

It rolled its non-existent eyes. 'You don't even know what you're going to face, dumbass! How about you ask the blond git?' It was still angry with her; she could tell.

"Ummm. . . Lucius. . .' Raven began, unsure of how she should call him or attack the subject, for that matter. 'What am I. . . going to have to do now?"

He didn't even bother turning, and sent her a look over his shoulder. "The Dark lord has called one of his special. . . friends. . . to come and see to you. But I cannot tell you what you'll be asked to do."

'Well that was very helpful.' The voice pointed out.

'Hey, it was your idea!' Raven accused, as the stopped in front of a door, which Lucius pushed open with ease.

With a gasp, mouth hanging in awe, the girl entered something that looked like a huge ballroom. Her eyes leaped to the high ceiling, which was painted in all sorts of strange, dark motives, and she followed her guide blindly, staring up at the ceiling all the time.

It was only when she nearly rammed into him, at the other end of the huge room, when he stopped, that Raven looked down and gasped. But this time, it was a frightened gasp.

All around the room, lining the four majestic walls were men and women. Someone of them (Raven assumed they were Death Eaters) were wearing black robes with hoods hiding their faces. Others (which were far more numerous) wore normal clothes like jeans and tattered shirts, yet somehow, they looked more. . . wild was the right word. . . than Voldemort's followers.

Lucius bowed and moved away, drawing his hood over his head, and left Raven standing there alone. The girl gulped, feeling awkward under all the stares, and looked up slowly at the person to whom Malfoy had bowed: Voldemort sat on a throne, looking imperiously at his daughter. At his side stood a man with a terrifying hunger in his eyes and a weird wilderness about him. Raven shivered as he licked his lips, looking at her.

"Finally you've broken free, Lis. But you are not free yet. Today you will have to complete a challenge in order to. . . survive. If you walk away victorious, you will be rewarded with a wand. However, if you loose, your opponent will. . . let's just say he'll have the time of his life with you." There was a pause as Voldemort's voice rung through the room and several people sniggered.

Raven looked at them nervously, waiting for the Dark Lord to resume.

"The man on my right is Fenrir Greyback. He is your opponent, as well as a very dangerous werewolf and the leader of all the other men and women here. You have to defeat him in order to live through tonight." Voldemort smirked almost casually as Greyback took a step towards the girl, who immediately stepped back, alarmed. Her recoil caused almost everyone to laugh.

"Begin." The Dark Lord ordered, smirking wider.

Greyback wasted no time and moved skilfully, like a predator, towards the girl.

'Shit.' She swore interiorly, trying not to seem scared, as he began circling her, and she followed him with her gaze.

'You have to use magic. He's gonna go physical. You have to strike back with magic.' The voice ordered, as alarmed as the girl.

'I don't know magic! I can't beat this guy! If I know my legends, and I do, one bite from him and I'll be a bloody werewolf too!' Raven hissed back.

'I'm not sure, seeing as he's not transformed. . . LOOK OUT!'

Raven threw herself to the side as Greyback pounced, missing her by mere inches. She scrambled from the floor under the laughter of everyone around them, and turned to face him as he grinned.

"Don't fight it, Lis. . . you're not strong enough. . ." He murmured softly, forcing her to back up. She noted she was moving closer to Voldemort, and seeing as it was not something she wanted, Raven circled her opponent.

'Any bright ideas?' She demanded, not answering the werewolf as he snapped his teeth at her, eyes glinting in a sick way.

'Yes. Your fear and anger. Try to tap into that.' The voice answered.

Raven didn't close her eyes. This time, she simply focused on her terror, her stress and her anger towards these people. She concentrated so hard she didn't hear what Greyback said, and almost didn't seem him jump.

At the very last second, her mind caught up with her and she pounced to the side, looking away from him and at the crowd. . .

It all happened very fast: one of the hooded Death Eaters looked up, and she saw a glimpse of greasy black hair through the pale light of the room, and then, she caught his gaze.

It was like gazing into pools of black water. Normally, Raven would have seen nothing there, but this time, something strange happened. She released the magic energy she had gathered inside her without meaning to, and it traveled to that man.

She felt herself leave her body, and she was sucked into his dark optics.

Raven felt smooth, powerful, as if she was a mighty snake. It felt as though she was traveling a very small, dark corridor at extreme speed, passing words, images, videos and sentences that glowed blue on the dark walls.

As if it was a natural thing, and as if she knew where she was going, Raven turned right and left at intersections, guided by an invisible force. Suddenly, as though she had found what she was looking for, she stopped. Gazing to her right she saw words glowing faintly on the dark wall.

'Sectumsempra.' She read quickly. After she had register the word, she felt like she was being pushed out and a blinding light exploded around her as she regained vision through her own eyes.

'What the Hell?' Raven demanded, startled, and regaining her balance after dodging Greyback's attack.

The voice paused. 'I think you entered his mind.' It finally said.

Quite freaked out, the girl stared at the werewolf, not really seeing him. This cost her dearly.

"OW!" Raven screamed as the man landed squarely onto her, sending her flying to the floor, hitting her head on the marble ground. Greyback landed gracefully near her, and crawled in her direction as she clutched her head, unaware of the danger.

'You went into his head and read some kind of spell. Use it.' The voice continued, noticing how dangerous things were getting.

'I can't. . .' Raven shook her head, but this only made it hurt more. The sudden pressure of two hands on her shoulders turned her attention away from whatever the voice answered, and she looked up to Greyback's hungry face.

He bared his sharp fangs and pushed her onto the ground, pinning her there.

Raven snarled, lifting her legs to kick him, but he crawled over her quickly, pushing her lower body down and pinning her tights together with his knees. A sick grin spear over his features.

"Piss off." Raven snarled, her usual, street-toughened personality coming back up. Greyback grinned wider, showing off his canines.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but I don't think I'll be going anywhere without what I want." He said pointedly, leaning closer to her face. She found this contact quite annoying and her scowl showed him.

"And what do you want?" She whispered back, eyes flashing daggers at him, daring him to answer. . .

"You." He opened his mouth wide, pulled back his head, and got ready to plunge his fangs into her flesh, tearing it up.

'NOW!' The voice bellowed.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Raven yelled, eyes alive with an inner flame. She had no idea if it would work, or if she had even used a known curse, for that matter, but her fury was immense, and it was all that was important. She looked so much like her father at that moment, cruel, powerful, furious. . . even though no one noticed.

Truthfully, she did not even know what she had done. At first he was there, ready to kill her, and then, after she shouted the random incantation, there was blood everywhere.

His grip weakened, and Raven, trying to be oblivious to all the blood, pushed him off. She scrambled to her feet with a whimper and turned to look at what she had done. . . her mouth dropped and she screamed.

Greyback lay on the ground, eyes wide in surprise, staring at the ceiling, mouth wordlessly muttering. He had several sever and very deep cuts all over his chest and face, which sputtered blood all over his ripped shirt, and leaked to the floor.

Raven heard the others running to him to help. . . she heard Voldemort calling her. . . she heard the voice in her head saying something, but she felt distant from it. . .

Her head started spinning as a sick feeling overtook her and she stumbled back, eyes rolling in her skull. The last thing she saw was the surprised look a man sent her –the man from whom she had stolen the curse.

Then, everything became dark.

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Unnamed: Thanks for pointing it out! It has been corrected. If you see any more mistakes, you tell me! Oh, and you pronounce her name 'Liss'.

Kaiame: The beginning of your theory worked fine, but the rest was off track. But for now, neither she nor Harry are going to die, and as you thought, she is NOT going to hook up with Ron. Lol. I wouldn't even imagine that one. . . though Malfoy Jr. is an option. . . oh well, I'll think about it. . .

Next chapter, Raven wakes up AGAIN, and she is finally taken to none other than Diagon Alley. . . with only two guards! Can she make her escape there, or will contacting someone from the outside world be impossible?