Chapter Two.

Raven suddenly realized they were not on top of the Tower anymore. They were in a room, a bed room possibly. There had been a loud crack and suddenly they were in a different location.

Her attacker removed his hand and but pinned her arms to her side.

"Azareth Metrion Zinthos!" Raven screamed.

But nothing happened…

"That won't work," she heard him say.

Raven aimed a kick behind her, realizing that for some reason her powers were disabled, and she would have to rely on her physical prowess.

She wasn't as good as Robin obviously, and the man managed to dodge, avoiding what would have been a painful whack to the balls. Raven drove her elbow back and managed to connect with his throat, but not hard enough. She jerked herself forward and out his grasp, heading toward a door. But he grabbed her arm and Raven spun and brought a foot up, ready to kick. Robin said Raven's strongest physical muscles were in her thighs, and if she could land a good kick, she had the potential to do some damage.

She saw the man was taller than her, with black hair. She put all her force into the kick, and nailed him right in the chest, sending him backwards into the wall, cracking a mirror placed there. He grunted, the wind knocked out him and Raven turned for the door and grabbed the handle.

It was locked.

Well, she should have expected that, but now she had no way out, except for the windows, half hidden behind heavy black drapes, unless they were locked.

The man lunged forward and grabbed her, yanking her closer.

"Let me go!" snarled Raven. "You'll pay for this."

"You're mine now, and your friends can't help you," smirked the man, suddenly smacking her head against the stone wall, stunning her. Raven felt her knees buckle as the intense pain radiated through her head. The man caught her and gently tugged her toward the bed and pinned her down on it and then simply looked at her.

"Well, as I thought."

Raven managed to focus on him. He had messy black hair, dark, angry, intense blue eyes, and a small scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead. He looked to be about her age, 25, and was wearing what looked like black robes, open at the front, revealing bits of his dark blue shirt.

He smirked at her, and pinned both her wrists together with one hand. He took a lock of her hair.

"Well, I've never seen purple hair before, but it suits you."

"What do you want?" asked Raven, gritting her teeth.

"I don't know," he said.

"Well, why did you kidnap me? My team mates will find you, you know. You'll regret this."

"No they won't. Besides, I destroyed your phone, so they can't even track you with that."

Raven's heart sunk.

He tapped her on the nose with what appeared to be wooden stick. "Looks like you're stuck with me."

"Well, why did you kidnap me?!"

"Because I dreamt about you," he answered simply.

Raven glared at him. "Because you dreamt about me?"

"Yes."

He must be some weirdo that had a crush on her, saw her on TV after she and her team had defeated some villain, and became obsessed. She glanced at the walls, expecting to see it covered with newspaper clippings with photos of her face tacked all over the wall, or something equally creepy, but there was nothing.

And how had they gotten from the Titan Tower to…here. Wherever here was.

"How did you get us here? You teleport?"

"It's called apparition."

"Are you a warlock?"

The man furrowed his brow. "Well, we usually use the term wizard for men."

Raven's cape was tangled around her and he tugged the edges free and opened it. Raven struggled, but he was stronger than her and he straddled her, preventing her from kicking. Raven tried twisting herself free, but he smacked her across the face.

"Be still!" he snarled, his eyes darkening. "I just want to have a look a you."

Raven lay, rigid, wondering what he was planning on doing. But he simply looked her up down.

"Well, you look like you did in my dream, even the clothes, but you kind of have weird taste. Not many girls run around in leotards. Your friends dress weird too. Not like regular Muggles. Well, I guess maybe they're not considered Muggles."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He looked at her. "I already know your name, Raven. Mine is Harry Potter."

Raven suddenly noticed something over his shoulder, half in the wall, half out, was a woman, with long flowing dark hair and she had on a long white gown. She was rather see through.

"Who is that?" Raven asked.

"GO AWAY!" Harry suddenly bellowed, casting his eyes upward, but not looking around. The force of his yell shook the whole bed. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

The figure suddenly rolled its eyes and moved backward into the wall, going through it and disappearing completely.

Harry set the wooden stick down and reached out and felt Raven's waist, and slowly moved his hand up.

"What are you doing?" asked Raven, flinching from his touch. Oh, God, he was going to rape her…

He leaned down and for a horrible moment, Raven thought he was going to try and kiss her on the mouth. She flinched and quickly turned her head, but he merely brushed his nose against her skin, just below her ear.

"You smell like lavender."

His other hand brushed the bottom of her breast and Raven felt enraged and disgusted. Since she had been pinned her, she had been trying to teleport away, but nothing was happening. It's like her powers had just disappeared.

"Get your disgusting hands off of me, you piece of shit!" snarled Raven. "My team mates will find you and you'll regret ever touching you."

"No, they won't," he said calmly. "But I'm sorry, I shouldn't be fondling you." He suddenly released her wrists and got off of her.

Raven flew to the door and tried to kick it down.

"To thick, and it's locked with a spell," said Harry, tucking his wand up his sleeve. "And, no, you can't use my wand."

Raven wasn't sure if she could get it from him anyway. She ran to the window and tried to open it.

"Locked."

Raven picked up a heavy decorative stone from a shelf and tried to bust through the glass. It was dark outside, so she couldn't see much. The glass didn't break.

"Won't work. Protected by a spell."

Raven shook with anger and turned and suddenly hurled the stone at him, hoping it splattered his brains against the wall. He ducked in time and the stone smashed against the stone walls, and broke.

"Please, really Raven, is that smart? If you kill me, you're definitely trapped. Well, Belinda might be able to help you…"

"Let me go!"

Harry just sat down a small side table and pulled his wand out and began waving it around, occasionally muttering something. The rock bits disappeared, a fire appeared in a grate against the wall, and a tea set appeared on the table.

"Tea?"

What lunatic kidnaps someone and then offers them tea?

But Raven was thirsty, and she did like tea. However, she folded her arms.

"Why? So you can roofy me, and then take advantage of me?"

Harry sighed. "I don't need to drug you. And I don't plan on raping you. So you can relax. Please sit."

Raven sat at the table on the side, across from him, the table was small and she made herself small, so her knees wouldn't touch his.

Harry poured her a cup of tea and set it front of her.

"Sugar, anything?"

"No."

Raven waited until he took a sip of his own cup. It was from the same pot, so maybe it wasn't poisoned, but who knew.

She figured she'd take her chances and drank some it was good. She didn't pass out or feel ill, so it was probably fine.

"It's not poisoned, I didn't bring you here to kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it on the rooftop."

"Well, why did you bring me here?"

Harry just squinted at her. His eyes weren't blue, she realized, they were more like a mix of green and blue.

"I had to get you."

Raven drew her cloak around her and raised her eyebrows.

"I just had to have you here," he began. "I kept dreaming of you, you in that tower and then us together, here. You need to be here."

"I need to be with my team mates," said Raven, in her monotone. "Not some crazy freak."

"I'm not a freak." His eyes darkened slightly.

"Could have fooled me," mumbled Raven, looking around the room. "Where are we?"

"England."

Raven's heart sank. That really was far away from Jump City.

"England?"

"Yup."

"You-you, what the hell was that word, apparated me half way across the freaking planet to England? I mean, I know you got an English accent, but I didn't think I would be in fucking England!"

Raven was getting furious and she spoke with cold fury in her voice.

"How dare you kidnap me, drag me half way across the world, and tell me it's because you had some dream! You are a psycho! And I suggest you let me go or else!"

She lunged across the table at him. His eyes widened in surprise. Raven was going for his wand, that he had been holding loosely in his left hand. She didn't know how to use it, but she could prevent him from using it.

Harry raised it and said some foreign sounding word and there was a bang near her ear. She had ducked in just the nick of time.

Harry grabbed her throat and pushed her backward. Gripping hard, he stood up. Raven choked and lashed out at him with her foot, but he threw her on the floor.

"I think you need to rest."

A red light flew toward her and she knew nothing.

She awoke later on the bed, disoriented.

Her cloak was draped over her and she peeked through her eyelids. Harry was in his chair, leaning his head on his hand, mumbling.

He must be really unhinged, Raven thought to herself, staying very still so she could think. She didn't want him to notice her awake.

Peeking through her eyelids, she suddenly saw something white floating a few feet in front of Harry.

"Go to bed, Sally." Harry was saying.

"I'm a hundred and ten and a half years old! You can't tell me to go to bed! And I don't sleep anyway!"

"Then-go-go haunt the attic or something."

"You can't tell me to go haunt the attic!"

"Sally, just leave!"

Sally stuck her see through tongue out at him. She was wearing a simple looking white dress, and her hair was done in two braids down the back.

"You're mean!"

She floated away and vanished through the wall, her nose in the air.

What a weird place. The ghosts had attitudes.

Harry stood up and Raven completely closed her eyes and heard him come closer. He sat on the edge of the bed and then she felt him stroking her cheek softly.

Weirdo.

He got up and she could feel the bedcovers being shifted and hear movement. Then he was suddenly picking her up and moving her and laying her in the bed. He pulled her cape off and tucked the sheet and blankets around her. He brushed some hair of her face .

What freaking physcho kidnaps someone and then tucks them into bed all sweet and gentle?

Raven was exhausted and she struggled to not to actually go to sleep. Harry put out the candles around the room and now it was the fire place. Raven cautiously opened her eyes a little bit more, ready to close them just in case. Maybe Harry was about to leave. Then she could get up and carefully comb the room. There had to be some way out…

But Harry merely sat down and stared into the fire.

Raven was feeling warm under the blankets and extremely tired, and sore. She couldn't go to sleep…she couldn't…couldn't…

She awoke later, and realized someone was holding onto her from behind. She tensed up. She realized Harry was…cuddling her?

The fire was burning lower, but it was still warm in the room.

Well, Harry was apparently passed out. So she should try to escape now. She would just have to gently slide out from under his arm-

Suddenly she felt him move and he pulled her toward him, so she faced him now. She could tell in the dim light his eyes were open and they looked black, but it was probably just the lack of light. Raven felt a shiver of fear go up her back. He began to speak in a hoarse whisper.

"There was once a tortured boy and a half demon girl and the two came together and it was a clash of wills and evil and a merging of light."

Half demon? He must be talking about her. How did he know she was a half of demon? She didn't go around telling people that. Only her team mates were supposed to know.

"How do you know that?"

"My darling, I know whatever the dreams tell me."

"I'm not your darling, and never will be."

"You already are." He hugged her tighter and Raven tensed.

"Don't fight me," he warned her, menace in his voice. He suddenly pressed his lips to hers and hugged her close.

Raven clenched her mouth and remained rigid and unresponsive. She was infuriated at Harry.

And she was also sad. Her first kiss, although she hadn't been planning on having it too soon, was supposed to have been with Beast Boy. Not some crazy man.

Harry grip suddenly loosened and his breathing was deep and slow. He was asleep.

Well, she must have bored him to sleep, she thought wryly. She remained, still, and tense and then slowly, she slid out of his limp grasp and crept off the bed, and stood there, breathing hard, relieved to have gotten this far without waking him.

Harry laid there, looking peaceful in his sleep. He didn't have no shirt on. Ugh, good thing he hadn't taken it upon himself to completely undress her in her sleep.

She found his wand in the bedside table. Stupid idiot to just leave it lying around.

Then she realized she didn't know what to do with it. She crept to the door, and pointed the wand.

"Open," she whispered.

Nothing happened. She tried the door. Still locked.

"Open up. Open now. Bloody hell, open, alakazam, something!"

She waved it and accidentally whacked the tip on the door. Sparks sprayed out.

She peeked over her shoulder. Harry was still asleep. She tried the door. Nothing.

She tried various others things on the door and windows. No results.

She was truly trapped.

She stood there a minute looking around. The fire was at one end, the bed at the other, the table by the side wall, and the window on the other, and there was some book shelves scattered along the walls. The carpet was dark blue and the walls were stone. The outside was dark.

She noticed a black leather bound book on the table and, with nothing else to do, she opened it and saw pages filled with handwriting. It must be his journal. She found where the entries ended and found todays, which simply, said, "I found her."

She frowned and went to the beginning.

I was born July 31st to James and Lily Potter. They died to protect me from Lord Voldemort, who wanted to kill me. My father first, and then my mother. Voldemort turned his wand upon me and the curse backfired and left him almost dead.

The entry went on, describing his life, first with the abusive Dursley's and then Hogwarts, the events there, Voldemort coming back, the destruction he caused, and then Harry's defeat of him.

The entry ended...

I destroyed Voldemort, but I think I may have destroyed myself…

Raven bit her lip. How come she had never heard of Voldemort, especially if he murdered and tortured so many people?

Another entry, shaky script:

I dreamt the most vivid dream today. A girl with purple hair and beautiful amethyst eyes. She dressed a bit odd, but she was gorgeous. I think she can help me.

"What are you doing?"

Raven jumped and nearly dropped the book. Harry was sitting up in bed, staring at her.

"That's a bit private you know."

"Um-"

"And my wand, if you please."

Raven narrowed her eyes.

"No."

"Excuse me." His voice grew low and menacing.

"Tell me how to get out of here," Raven commanded.

Harry chuckled softly. "Why?"

"Well, you can't keep me here forever. And what's with the cuddling and whispering weird stuff."

"Give me my wand back." He got out of bed. Raven stood up and pointed it at him.

"What are you going to do with it? You don't know how to use it. And I blocked your powers. You're helpless."

He suddenly lunged across the room, Raven jumped backward but he grabbed her wrist and bashed it against the wall. She grunted and dropped the wand. Harry caught it and but he tossed it across the room so it landed in a book shelf and then he backhanded Raven. She turned her head and he headed up hitting her temple and she stumbled into the table and Harry grabbed her and flung her on the bed.

"Don't touch my fucking journal again," he snarled. "Or take my wand."

Raven scrambled backwards into the pillows, her head aching.

Harry walked to the bookshelf and grabbed his wand and pointed it at her.

"Do you know what I could do to you?" he asked, her gritting her teeth, and in the dim light from the fire, his eyes looked black. Raven said nothing. "DO YOU?!"

"I don't know," said Raven, wishing she had her powers.

Harry smirked. "Well, for now, I think you just need to take a rest. Stupefy."

Raven found herself awake the next morning, tucked under the covers. Harry was by the bed, holding a cup of tea, dressed, wearing his robes. They were open and she could see he had a black shirt and black pants underneath.

"Here," he said, holding the cup out, actually looking concerned.

"Wh-what?" Raven asked him.

"Tea," he said.

"I need a bathroom," she mumbled. "And what the hell did you do to me last night?"

He frowned at her. "I stunned you."

"And where did you sleep?"

"In the bed, of course."

Raven glared at him. "If you touched me-"

"I didn't spend the night feeling you up, if that's what you think," he snapped, setting the tea down on the bed side table. "I didn't bring you here to be my sex slave you know."

"Well, that's a relief," snarled Raven, throwing back the bed covers.

"You know, I'm surprised you can have such a mouth on you," he said. "I can stun you, beat you, whatever, and you know it, but you still mouth off."

He stalked off toward the table and waved a hand at the wall. A door appeared.

"That's the bathroom."

Raven hurried to it and shut the door. It was simple white tiles, with a toilet, a sink and a tub and shower. It was very clean, and amazingly the seat was down.

Raven, of course, tried the window, but no luck. Obviously it was locked, and probably had some spell on it. She was doing her business on the toilet when the lady from yesterday floated through the wall right next to her.

Raven actually shrieked and then felt ashamed. She fought terrible villains, including her own demon father, and yet a ghost floated through the wall and had her screaming like a little girl.

"Oh sorry," said the lady, just as she heard Harry call from the room. "It's probably just Belinda."

"I'm peeing!" Raven blurted at the ghost, Belinda, apparently.

"Sorry, sorry!" said Belinda fluttering her hands and then going to a corner. "I'll just cover my eyes."

She faced the corner and covered her face and hummed to herself. Raven finished and flushed.

"Most people would leave the room."

"Sorry," repeated Belinda. She looked like the typical ghost people talk about, the kind people swear they saw sitting at the end of their bed, or walking past a window in an abandoned house. Long, flowing hair, and a long white nightgown. She was pale, and translucent. And actually quite pretty.

"I'm Belinda," she said, holding her hand out. Raven went to shake it but her own hand went through it and it felt like cold water.

"Ah, I still forget," she said. "Habits."

"Can you get me out of here?" Raven whispered frantically.

Belinda shook her head. "I can't. Harry's got the place bespelled. And I can't really open the door for you or anything. I was a witch, but I don't have a wand or anything. Sorry."

"What does he want?"

Belinda shrugged. "I don't know, but…he's not all bad you know."

Raven glared at her. "Sure, he hits me, stuns me, but he's not all bad."

"You'll understand." Belinda floated through the wall.

Raven washed her hands and found a toothbrush in a plastic pack so she brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face and exited back into the room.

Harry had breakfast on the table, waffles with syrup.

"Eat," said Harry.

Raven was actually hungry so she sat the table and ate, keeping an eye on Harry.

"What?" she asked, seeing he was staring at her.

"Nothing," he said, suddenly blinking and looking down at his plate.

Raven finished first and drank her tea. Harry waved his wand and the dishes disappeared.

"So now what?" asked Raven.

"I don't know," he said resting his chin on his clasped hands and staring at her intently.

"You know my team mates are looking for me," she said.

He shrugged. "They won't find you. Sorry."

"So we just going to sit here and stare at each other all day?"

"Well, you are quite beautiful, but it might get a little boring."

Raven just stared at him, her cheeks going a little pink. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Hasn't anyone ever told you you're pretty?"

"Uh-" she stammered. Well…Beast Boy had, but that was it. And it really wasn't his business.

"What a shame, because you are. Well I'm going."

"Going?"

"Yeah, I need to get stuff. Don't worry, food will appear on the table if you get hungry. Just wave your hand. I enchanted it. It's easy, even a Muggle could do it."

He went to the book shelf and pulled out his journal, hesitating. Then he tossed it to Raven, who caught it, surprised.

"You can read it."

Raven glanced down at it. "You're not going to beat me up?"

"Only certain parts of it will open to you now, well, see you later." He suddenly vanished with a crack.

Suddenly the little ghost girl, Sally¸came through the wall.

"Mwahahaha! I am the evil Queen, Sally the Bloody, and if you don't obey me, I shall chop your head off! Now dance like a chicken."

"No."

"I'll lop your head off."

"No you won't. You can't even touch me."

"Damn it, I thought I could trick you. So what are you doing here?"

"I don't know. He kidnapped me. Can you help me get out of here?"

Sally shook her head. "I can't do anything. Sorry. The castles pretty big and nice, but I guess you're stuck in here now. I'm Sally Black."

"Raven."

"Ohh, like the bird, how eerie and mysterious, yet romantic."

"Hm."

"Well, I got some ghost stuff to do, you know, make chill wind blow down the halls, rattle some shutters maybe, I'll see you."

"Wait, is there anyone else here, living I mean? No offense."

"Just you, and Harry, but he's gone off somewhere."

Sally floated off through the wall.

Raven opened the diary. Some of the pages appeared stuck together. She tried to pry them open, but they wouldn't budge. So she settled for what would open.

Now that I'm an adult, I've been left all of my Uncle Sirius's property. I left the one for the Order, and I took the old, hidden castle. It's away from Muggles and wizards alike. Good for privacy, so I don't have people banging down my door look for autographs. Someone actually asked me to sign their ass the other day. Urgh.

The castle is huge, and also haunted. An old relative of mine, who died a long time ago, lives here, Sally Black. Well her ghost does. She is a bit annoying, but I guess they're okay. There is Belinda, not a relation, and some old guy who floats around the attic. He doesn't talk much and keeps to himself. Belinda has a habit of floating in at the wrong time and she has already seen more of me than I would ever want.

So now, I'm alone, and I have more money than I know what to do with, but I have nobody. I alienated Hermione, Ron, everyone. It's my fault. The fits of rage come and go, even here by myself. I couldn't stand to be around the others anymore, not even Ginny. Although I heard she tried to use a love potion on me. Ron found out and told me and he wasn't too pleased with his sister, for trying such a dirty trick. Slut. She probably just wanted my riches. She wasn't interested in me for the sake of me.

So I have nobody, the darkness gets deeper.

Raven furrowed her brow. Fits of rage…well that explained last night.

She continued with another entry.

I dreamt once more of the purple haired girl. She's like a gust of fresh wind, bright, cleansing light. I need her. The dreams end too quickly, but I've been piecing bits about her together. I'm pretty sure she exists.

Another.

She lives in Jump City, in America, on the west coast. She's one of those super hero's, the ones that fight creatures and things that the Ministry won't get involved in, not that much of that sort of thing happens here in Britain anymore, not since Voldemort is gone. The Ministry has to keep us secret anyway. She has four team mates, Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, and Beast Boy. It wasn't hard to find a little info on them, there like celebrities in Jump City. Raven appears the least friendly of the group. She always has a stoic look on her face, or an angry one, and hides under that purple cape mostly. It's rumored she is not human, but nobody knows what she is. Everybody knows Starfire is from some planet called Tamaran, but no one knows too much about Raven.

It doesn't matter, I can find out later. I have plans to kidnap her. I need her here with me. I don't know entirely why, but I must have here in this castle. I know I'm committing a crime, but I have to. She has special abilities, but I can figure out a way to block them, and trap her in the castle in. Nobody will be able to find her, and she won't be able to do her little tricks on me. She will stay as long as I need her.

Raven bit her lip. He'd been planning this for awhile, all because of some dreams. But why had been dreaming of her?

Another entry was written in jagged script, like Harry had been pressing the pen in the paper with force.

I would kill that stupid ghost bitch if I could. She came in the room and tried telling me I shouldn't go around kidnapping innocent young ladies. I could bring the law on my head, blah blah blah. WELL SHE IS NOT THE ONE WITH THIS BLACKNESS! SHE IS NOT THE ONE WHO IS ALONE AND SINKING FAST! I will have that girl and I will never let her go! NEVER! She will be mine forever. Forever.

Raven closed the journal, shaking. Oh, god, she was the hands of a true madman. He was worse than the average madman. Worse than those in Jump City. He had a wand and could do a lot with it apparently, even block her powers. If he decided, he could be a Dark Wizard and try to take over the world. He could end up like this Voldemort guy he killed.

And this madman didn't ever plan on letting her go.