Chapter Three

Some of Ravens emoticons might seem different, but I wrote it as how I see it. And if violent sexual things are triggering for you, or you simply dislike reading it, I'll put a bold D at the start at end, so you can skip it if you like.

The diary wouldn't show anymore entries. She paced around the room. What if she couldn't get out? She had no powers, and she wasn't physically strong enough to likely overpower him. Plus, he had magic. She could be really screwed. The others might not be able to find her. She was halfway across the world, and magic would probably keep them away anyway. They had no idea where to even begin looking anyway.

She gripped her hair. She couldn't stay in a room for the rest of her life, since he obviously had no plans to let her go. She would go nuts. She took a deep breath. She couldn't fall apart. That would solve nothing. She would just have to take matters into her own hands. At least he fed her and she had a proper bathroom. He could have decided to keep her in a dungeon or something like that, chained up and starved, but he hadn't. He must like her enough to give her this much.

But why? And why the dreams? Why did he truly want her there with him?

She sat at the table and waved her hand at it. Food really did appear, buttery biscuits and tea, along with some small cakes. His kind of magic was interesting.

There was nothing else to do. There were books on the shelves, but she didn't feel like reading. She carefully went over every inch of the room and bathroom, looking for a way out. Nothing of course. The door she had control over was the bathroom. Apparently if you wanted to go in, the door just appeared in the stone. She tried various things on the other door, to get out, but nothing. It was frustrating. Her only visit was Sally, who came floating through the wall once, moaning and waving her arms, making a grotesque face.

"I'm practicing on how to be scary," she said.

"You're pretty bad at it."

Sally stuck her tongue out and floated away.

Raven was tired, and she lay on the bed, pulling her cape around her tightly. She missed her team. She missed Beast Boy. What he must have thought when she never showed up on the rooftop. She hoped he had thought she had dumped him. They probably realized she was missing by now. She had gone off by herself, at times, during the day, to sit in a café and read or whatever, but she had never stayed away over night. They had probably found the busted bits of the communicator too.

She sighed and felt her eyelids flutter close.

She jerked awake, feeling someone stroking her hair.

"You look quite sweet when you sleep," said Harry.

Raven rolled away from him and stumbled off the bed.

"Why do you always have to touch me!?"

"Because I like too." He reached under the bed skirt and pulled something out. It was built in drawers, under the bed. "I bought you new clothes, so you don't have to wear the same thing every day."

Raven peered in. There were shirts and pants and even bras and panties. Her face reddened. Well, this obviously proved he planned on keeping her around.

"Uh, thanks," she mumbled.

"I didn't know about, er, bra stuff, so I just got the magic ones that adjust automatically. Don't worry; they only tingle a bit when you first put them on. That's the adjusting."

"Oookay."

"And there are bath products in the bathroom for you."

Well, at least she wouldn't have to smell bad.

"I'll be back."

He vanished and Raven grabbed some clothes and ran to shower. She felt better clean and put on a long black sleeved shirt and some black pants. The panties fit and she reddened, not liking the idea of him buying her underwear. That was just weird. The bra did tingle when she put it on as it fitted itself to her. Then the tingling stopped. It was the oddest thing. She put on new socks and her boots and wrapped her cape around and put her old clothes in the laundry basket in the corner.

She came out, her hair damp still and Harry was standing there. He pulled back one edge of her cloak to look at her, Raven jerked away from him.

"Well, at least they fit you," said Harry. "You're pretty slim, so I got a small size."

"Haven't you heard of personal space?" she asked. "Stop always touching me! I don't like it!"

Harry grabbed her by the shoulders, his eyes darkening.

"Well, you're stuck here with me, so get used to it. I could have dumped you in some empty room, no food, no clothes, and no light even. Would you prefer that?"

Raven, rigid in his arms, glared at him and forced herself to speak. "No."

"Well?"

"Thank you for the clothes and food."

"That's better."

He walked away and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You read the journal."

Raven nodded. "So I'm just supposed to stay with you forever?"

Harry looked confused. "I don't know."

"You don't know? You wrote it!"

"I know, but…"

"But what?"

"Sometimes I write things I don't really mean."

"So you lie?"

"No, I just, get angry and then I just start writing, sometimes I don't even realize what I wrote until later."

"You know you're crazy, right?"

Harry looked at her, a sad look.

"You need help. You wrote some disturbing stuff."

"I need you."

"You need a psychiatrist!"

"No, I need you! I don't know why, I just do, I knew it, when the dreams about you came. I had to bring you here." He stood up suddenly and strode to her. Raven backed away, putting her hands up in front of her, but he grabbed her in a hug, squeezing her to his chest and wrapping his arms around her tightly. Raven tensed but he held her snug and laid his cheek on the top of her head. She could hear his heart frantically beating.

"I feel better when I'm hugging you, I don't know why, but it's comforting, your touch. I hugged onto you last night, after I knocked you out, and I slept easier than I have in a long time."

Raven didn't know what to make of this. One minute he was angry with her, the next, hugging her and telling her she was a comfort. She supposed it was better than him being angry all the time, but it also showed just how unhinged he was.

"Please," he whispered to her.

He squeezed her a bit and Raven figured what he wanted, although she loathed it. She wrapped her arms lightly around him, hugging him back. She heard him sigh and his heart beat slowed down a bit. She hugged him a little tighter, hating every second of this, but figuring if she gave him enough, he would let go sooner.

Finally his heartbeat sounded normal and then he pulled back from her. Raven quickly folded her arms in case he wanted more. She cast him a look of annoyance, and saw his eyes were bright emerald green.

"Your eyes," she blurted.

"What about them?"

"I thought they were blue yesterday, and then blue green, now they they're just bright green."

He shrugged. "So? You got purple eyes. That's not even a normal color."

Raven rolled her eyes. Maybe he just had those eyes that changed depending on the light.

Harry looked quite happy now. "Maybe tomorrow, you can explore the castle. But, no, you can't get out. I got every in and out spelled, windows, vents, doors. So don't get the wrong idea."

He chuckled at Raven's disappointed look and reached for the back of her head, and pulled her forward, kissing her forehead.

"Ugh," growled Raven.

"Oh, stop it; I haven't got cooties you know."

He laughed and sat down at the table to have some tea. Raven wondered if he did all this on purpose; to just fuck with her brain, make her go crazy. She would have to be wary of everything he did. She didn't like it.

"Come sit, Raven."

She sat, wondering what next. He reached across the table and grasped her hand, firmly.

"Don't be so tense," he told her.

"How can I not be? Yesterday you were smacking me around, and then being nice. I don't know what to expect from you. You're crazy and crazy people are unpredictable."

He looked hurt. "I don't want you to just see me as a crazy person."

"Well, good luck."

He sighed and released his hands. His eyes were starting to get a blue tint to them.

"I'll be back in a while."

He disappeared with a crack.

Raven decided, since she would be alone for awhile, she would sit and meditate. Then she wondered if she could go to Nevermore, the place inside her where her various emotions lived.

Usually she used her mirror at home, simply because it was easier. But she didn't really need the mirror. She sat in the lotus position on the bed and breathed deeply, calming herself, focusing.

Despite her powers being gone, she was able to get into Nevermore. She was surprised but glad. She found herself in a bright green field, dotted with flowers.

Knowledge, in her yellow cloak, appeared to be waiting for her. She had glasses on and she peered at Raven.

"Well, were in quite a predicament, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are," said Raven.

Timid was there, hiding behind Knowledge.

"I don't like Harry," she said, clutching her cloak around her. "He's scary."

"He's hot! I want to bang him!" said another voice.

Raven, turned.

"Oh, geez, you."

Lust, wearing a dark pink cloak was there, she was wearing a leotard, but it had quite a lot cut out, around the sides showing off her figure. The neckline was lower, showing off quite a bit of cleavage.

"Well, I do not want bang him," snapped Raven. "That's nasty. He's my kidnapper."

"But he is still hot. Remember when he had shirt off!" Lust purred. "He's got some muscle. Don't pretend you didn't notice. I'd like to see the rest of him."

"No."

"You're so uptight. Starfire was right about you. Loosen up. You can't suppress me forever. I'm Lust. Lust is a very powerful emotion. You can't stay a prude forever."

"Yeah, maybe so, but I'm not interested in some psychopath. I like Beast Boy."

"Who say's we can't have all the pretty boys?"

"I'm not a slut."

"Let's stop focusing on the situation at hand," said Knowledge. "You're trapped, with a madman, and there is no way out. He using magic your unfamiliar with. And he switches from nasty to nice in a heartbeat."

"Mmm, I like to get nasty," said Lust.

"Shut up, Lust." Raven turned her back on her.

"You can't keep me away forever."

"I have no powers," said Raven. "I mean, I got here…"

"You'll always be able to get here," said Knowledge. "We're apart of you, we are you. So no worries about that."

"But how can I unblock my powers? How did he do that?"

"That, I actually don't know. You'd have to ask him. Although I'd do it when he's in a good mood."

"I need a plan; I can't stay with him forever. He wants something from me, but I don't know what it is. He won't give me a concrete answer. He just keeps saying he needs me, wants me with him."

"There is definitely something dark about him."

"I know, I sense it. And his eyes change color."

"He's going to keep us forever," whimpered Timid.

Suddenly Raven could hear another voice, and sort of feel something touching her. It was hard to explain, but she could tell it was happening to her real body, on the bed.

"I better go," said Raven.

At that point, one of her emotions decided to play a trick.

As Raven came fully to her body, it wasn't her in control.

Lust was.

Harry was holding Raven's upper body in his arms, looking horrified. When he saw her eyes open, he gasped and then a look of relief flooded his face.

"I thought something happened to you! You weren't moving, or responsive!"

Raven, with Lust in control, reached up and suddenly grabbed his face, pulling it closer so she could kiss him fully on the mouth. She heard Harry make a noise of surprise, but he didn't resist, and Lust kissed him deeply and Harry responded to it eagerly. Her touch felt like a refreshing breeze, made him feel better, more himself, and it chased away the darkness. He straddled her on her the bed and grasped one of her breasts firmly, while Lust curled her legs around him.

Lust suddenly left, chuckling and congratulating herself on being able to pull this trick at a moment Raven was so distracted.

Raven realized what was happening and she jerked away and screamed, shoving Harry roughly off her.

"What the hell!" she shrieked. "What are you doing to me you pervert!"

"You kissed me first!" retorted Harry, shocked at the sudden rejection.

Raven realized Lust had gotten in control.

"That wasn't me!" yelled Raven.

"What-?"

"How dare you take advantage of me like that when it wasn't me!"

Raven jumped off the bed, wiping her mouth off. Harry looked pained and where his robes had fallen aside, she could see a bulge in his pants.

"And you got-you're-"

Harry covered his lap. "Well, yeah, I'd have to be gay to not get excited when a pretty lady is suddenly kissing me."

Raven made a disgusted noise and rushed to the bathroom, wanting to brush her teeth.

"Come on, what's the problem all the sudden? What do you mean it wasn't you?"

Raven slammed the bathroom door in response.

Harry lay back on the bed, trying to think of something else to make his hard on go away. Finally he got up and went to tap on the bathroom door.

"Come on, Raven, tell me what happened."

Raven through open the door and glared at him. His eyes were bright emerald now, she supposed he must be in a good mood.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I think I deserve some explanation, unless you just like to be a tease."

"It was Lust!" blurted Raven.

"You're lusty for me? Well, that's a surprise, but nice."

"NO! Lust is someone else, a different part of me."

Raven figured she should tell him, unless he thought she really wanted to get with him and started trying to make advances toward her.

"You know I'm not a normal person," said Raven. "I have different… emotions… that make up who I am, and Lust is one of them, she took over."

"Okay," said Harry, squinting. "Like split personality?"

"No, there is just me, the emotions make me up though. Some I have to repress more, because of my abilities, they can go haywire."

"So Lust likes me, huh? Wants to get in my pants?"

Raven reddened slightly. "She'd probably bang Attila the Hun."

"Ew."

"Yeah." Raven drew her cloak around her.

"Well, it's getting late, so lets' have dinner."

There were two plates on the table, lamb stew. Raven ate, focusing on her plate, not wanting to look at Harry.

"You don't have to be ashamed, Raven," said Harry. "I understand what you said, well, kind of, I've never heard of such a thing. But I get enough to understand, it wasn't the you you."

"Yeah," mumbled Raven.

"I still enjoyed it."

Raven started to feel relaxed at the end of the meal. Too relaxed.

"Feel good Raven?" asked Harry.

"Wha-?" she asked slowly. "You-did you drug me?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "I think we both need a solid sleep, not you running around getting into things."

"Wha-what have you…done?" asked Raven. The room seemed to be tilting slightly.

"Don't worry, my darling," said Harry.

"I'm n-not…not darling," said Raven as Harry went to the bathroom. Raven wondered if she could force herself to puke, get the drugs out of her system.

He came out in a pair of striped pajama bottoms and he moved toward her.

"Do you want to get into something more comfortable? I can help you into something else, I won't be a pervert about it."

"Don't," said Raven.

"Okay, fine."

Raven wanted to throw her plate at his face. The stupid bastard. Why had he drugged her? There had to be more than to just keep her from trying to escape in the night.

He reached for her, and she turned away, clutching the table, but he gently put his arms around her and picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bed and tucked her in. He removed her boots and pulled the blankets over her. He climbed in beside her and snuggled up to her.

"No, don't…no touch," Raven slurred, wanting to move away, but her limbs felt too heavy and wouldn't seem to obey.

"Please, Raven, I feel better touching you," said Harry, wrapping his arms around her. "I'll sleep better. I won't be plagued."

He snuggled her close to his chest. Raven's eyelids were getting too heavy to hold up and she couldn't fight him off. Luckily he wasn't grabbing inappropriate parts.

She had no choice but to let her head rest against his chest, near the base of his throat. Her eyelids fell closed and she managed to clench her fist and dig her nails into her palm, trying to keep awake.

"Relax, Raven," said Harry, rubbing her back in small circles. "Just relax."

Raven could feel herself slipping away. Suddenly she was opening her eyes and looking directly into Harry's, which were black, no hint of green or blue. He gripped the back of her neck harshly.

"Now you will see what has come."

She felt like she was being sucked into the blackness. Suddenly she was surrounded by swirling darkness. It was pressing into her mind. It felt like evil and disgust and it felt like her head was cracking. She screamed, clutching her head, writhing on the ground. She felt violated as it seemed to probe her brain. Suddenly it retreated and she saw Harry sitting in front of the fireplace, clutching his head. She could feel the darkness in his head. It made him angry. It took him over, he wanted to hurt anything, everything. A dark shadow suddenly snaked out from behind him, and rushed toward Raven. She tried to move away, but she was frozen in place. It rushed toward her with blinding speed and she felt a cold grip on her head-

Raven suddenly awoke on the bed, wrapped in Harry's embrace. He was sleeping peacefully. She realized she had accidentally wrapped an arm around his waist in her sleep and she quickly retreated it, shaking from what she had seen.

She was exhausted, but she didn't want to go back to sleep, back to that nightmare. Harry shifted slightly and rubbed her back.

"Go to sleep Raven," he muttered.

Raven fought it, but exhaustion took over her. When she awoke again in the morning, she was huddled under the covers and Harry was sitting by her side, stroking her hair.

She blinked groggily, trying to remember what she had seen last night, the darkness, how evil and twisted it had been. But it was hard. And Harry was annoying her.

"You drugged me," she said accusingly, moving her head away.

"Yes, and you slept better, didn't you, I didn't have to wake up and find you sneaking about the room, getting into things."

"I didn't sleep good! I had terrible sleep!"

Harry looked guilty, his eyes not so bright. "I'm sorry, I mean, I did hear you wake up, whimpering once, but I thought you slept better afterwards. I won't do it again, I promise."

"I can't trust your promises." Raven scooted away from him and sat up on the other side of the bed. She got some clothes and went to shower and change in the bathroom.

Harry had tea and cereal waiting for them.

"Ready to come see the castle?" he asked. "No escaping though."

His eyes were less bright green, but he didn't seem to be in a bad mood.

"Sure," said Raven, finishing her cereal.

"Come on."

He opened the door and they stepped into stone hallway.

"Oooohh!" came a creepy moan.

"Stop it Sally.

Sally grimaced and went through the wall.

"Meany! I'm going to see Dad, he'll tell me what an awesome ghost I make!"

"What?" asked Raven, not catching all she said.

"Never mind her, she's weird."

Harry laced his fingers through Raven's and she grumbled, but he smiled at her.

"Come on, I'll show you around, although I don't use the entire place, really, it's too big."

He showed her around, some of the various rooms, which included a huge library, stuffed with books. The staircase leading down the bottom floor was vast, double sided, the landing overlooked by a huge stained glass window. The last flight flared out to the bottom foyer, which was covered with a thick rug. A back door down there led to the outside gardens, which weren't in too good shape. There was a huge kitchen and pantry, and a front room, with couches, furniture, even a TV.

He had electricity in the place, although he used magic too.

"I grew up Muggle, so you get used to some things," he told her.

"Muggle? What's that."

"Non magic people," replied Harry. "They have no magic, and they can't go to Hogwarts or any sort of school like that. My mother, Lily, was a Muggle by blood, but she had abilities, so she went to Hogwarts. My dad was a pureblood wizard."

"Oh, that's interesting," said Raven.

"My mother's sister, Petunia, had no magic ability, so she never went to Hogwarts, and was very jealous of Lily. Their parents were proud of Lily, and Petunia hated it. And she ended up hating me when I got dumped on her doorstep as a baby."

"Oh. I'm…sorry."

Harry shrugged. "I don't have to see them anymore, so I don't care. Well, you've seen the house, the parts I use anyway."

"Nice. Well, you know, if you wanted company, you could have gone on some dating website, or put out an ad for a roommate. I'm sure plenty of people would love to share your castle. It's got modern amenities, and you keep it pretty clean."

"No, it's just you I want," he said, smiling. "Nobody else. Well, I'm going out a bit, so you can explore around, but please be careful, you could go up the tower, if you wanted, but the staircase is dark, I didn't get lights put it. I would rather not come home and find you at the bottom, with your neck broken."

"I'm not stupid, I can get up a flight of stairs without dying,"

"Okay, okay, just warning you. Bye."

He disappeared with a crack. Raven waited a few seconds and then bolted up the stairs. Maybe she could escape via the tower, somehow. She had to check.

She found the staircase through a door, and crept up, brushing cobwebs away as she went up and around, finally pushing open a door. It was a bit stuck, but a good shove sent it flying open and she emerged at the top of the tower.

A fresh, damp breeze tousled her hair and Raven, breathed in. It felt like forever since she had been outside. She rushed to the ramparts and peered out.

It was nothing but woods. It was cloudy and damp, and she could hear birds chirping. The gardens below were a tangled, overgrown mess, and there was a circular drive, but no other signs of life.

She wondered if she could get a rope, maybe climb down? She would have to find her way through the forest, but she could probably manage.

But Harry said he had bespelled everything. Raven crouched down and found tiny little rocks, pieces of stone that had broken off. She hurled one through the air.

It only got about a foot away from the castle itself, hit an invisible wall, and bounced back. Raven frowned. She leaned over the ramparts slightly, and dropped a pebble, very close to the wall of the tower itself. It got down about a foot and then came flying back. Raven had to quickly pull back or get a rock in her eyeball.

"Shit," she muttered. "He really did think of everything."

She climbed between the ramparts, the bricks rough on her knees and leaned out. She could feel the fricking barrier! Solid, impregnable. She banged her fist on it, furious. She got down and stalked back down stairs. She sat downstairs in the living room, disheartened.

"No, don't think like that, I'll find some way."

She went and showered and changed, then she walked around, looking for another bedroom, somewhere to sleep. She didn't want to sleep in the bed with him.

There weren't any other beds with the castle.

Well, there was always the couch downstairs.

When Harry came back, they had dinner in the room.

"No drugs this time," said Harry, glowering at his food.

"Good," said Raven monotone. When she was done, she thanked him, and started to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" he asked, curiously.

"Downstairs, to read and go to sleep."

"You're sleeping in here."

"I am not sleeping in here with you," said Raven.

"Yes, you are," snapped Harry. "I need you. You can go read if you want, but for sleep, you stay up here with me."

Raven turned in the doorway, feeling a cold anger creep up here. She fixed him with her steeliest glare. Harry swore he caught a glimpse of four red eyes. "I don't think so."

Harry could feel himself getting angry. "Fine, you think that, but I can just come get you and drag you up the stairs."

"Don't you dare! I would like some sleep without you all wrapped around me, fucking freak."

That did it. Harry got out of his chair and Raven turned again, hearing him. To her surprise, his eyes were actually changing, she could see it this time. They went from blue green to blue, then darker blue…

Then black.

That wasn't normal. People definitely didn't have black eyes.

"You will sleep in the bed with me."

"Why? I'm not your lover. It's not normal."

Harry grabbed her arm. "Maybe we should do more than sleep, then there'll be a reason."

Raven gaped at him. "Hell no!"

"Don't act so repulsed," hissed Harry, yanking her toward him. "Lust would've, and if Lust is a part of you, maybe you'd like it."

"No!" Raven tried to run, but Harry had a grip on her arm and it was too tight. The look in his black eyes terrified her, like he had no soul left. Harry pulled her in the room, and picked her up from behind. She kicked her legs, trying to hit him.

Harry nudged the door shut, and locked it with his wand.

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"Stop! Let me go!"

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, her shoving her toward the bed.

"No!"

"I'll sleep in the bed with you, fine, just don't touch me."

"It's too late now," said Harry, grabbing her cloak and ripping it off. His black eyes were terrifying and Raven clenched her fists, trying not to show her fear. She gritted her teeth and aimed a kick for his balls, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her to the floor and then lunged on top of her.

"No! Stop it! You're hurting me!" cried Raven.

Harry ripped her pants off and Raven screamed bloody murder, hoping Sally or Belinda would come and distract Harry.

"Nobody can hear you," he said. "Nobody is going to save you, and quite frankly, I will enjoy this."

"What the hell is wrong with you! You said you didn't bring me here to be your sex slave!"

"Maybe I changed my mind."

He knocked her head against the floor, hard enough to stun her, while he ripped the rest of her clothes off and then dragged her, naked, onto the bed. She struggled against him, but the room was spinning, and he was stronger than her. He took his own shirt off and then straddled her, hard between the legs.

Raven searched his face, desperately looking for some faintly rational part of him. Or even the happier, emerald eyed version of him from earlier but it was gone.

"Please, Harry, you said you needed me, you don't really want to hurt me."

"Actually, I do," he said, unzipping his pants, letting his member spring free. Raven flinched. It looked about seven or eight inches, and was thick. There was no way that would fit inside her. Hell no.

"It'll fit," said Harry, as if reading her thoughts, and he grabbed her arms.

"There's someone else," Raven pleaded, desperate. "My team mate-"

"-is not here," said Harry, leaning down and nuzzling her neck. He growled softly, brushing himself against her legs, which she had clenched together tightly.

He grabbed her legs and yanked them apart. Raven wanted to cry but decided she wouldn't. She wouldn't show that much weakness.

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"Please, Harry…."

He suddenly paused, some part of his brain overriding and saying to stop. Raven dared to look at his face and noticed his eyes were dark blue now, and he wasn't looking at her, but off to the side.

He suddenly rolled off her, lying next to her on the bed, his chest heaving. He looked like he was fighting with himself inside.

Raven was frozen on the bed, afraid to move, in case he jumped on her.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, so low, Raven didn't understand what he was saying. "Get out, before I can't stop it."

She chanced a look at him and he tensed. "Get out!" he bellowed, his eyes starting to darken again.

Raven bolted from the bed, grabbing her cloak and clothes from the floor and running from the room, nearly tripping down the stairs. She got to the bottom and crammed herself back into her torn clothing, shaking. She wrapped her cloak around her and stood there, not knowing what to do. Seeing his attitude and eyes change like that, it was like there were two people fighting for supremacy inside.

Her safety just depended on who was in control at the moment.

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