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Author's Warning: This is a crossover fic. :Watches people close the window.: Ahem. Those of you who do not like crossovers may leave now. The rest of you, I invite to continue on… Note – Story contains major HBP spoilers.

Summary: Trigon has returned, and Voldemort has joined him as a minion. Drawn by strange dreams, Raven must involve herself in the problems of others, including one Harry Potter, who is once again being plagued by strange dreams. This year at Hogwarts, Harry and his friends are going to be pitted against their most difficult task yet. Destroying a force that even the Dark Lord himself fears won't be easy…

Harry Potter and the Demon's Wrath or; Year Seven and Negative One-Fourth

Chapter 1 – The Blooded Demoness

Raven's eyes shot wide open, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she awoke, her hair dripping with a cold sweat that soaked her body and sheets. She studied her room carefully, tendrils of power licking from her hands to inspect every corner. Nothing, so it had been a dream. A terrible dream of her damned father that she couldn't decipher the meaning of. There had been mention of a strange boy in the dream who Trigon was assisting a man to capture and kill. At least, she thought it had been a man – the figure had been wearing a heavy black cloak with a deep hood and she had been unable to distinguish the gender.

What worried her was the reason as to why her father would help someone to achieve their goals without there being something in it for himself. Trigon the Terrible wasn't a giving being, so there was either something in it for him that the two hadn't discussed, or (and far more likely) Trigon would later spring it on the human who was stupid enough to trust him. Either way, it looked as if someone – this 'Harry Potter' – was in a danger he'd not likely be able to get himself out of.

Of course, had she not been worried about Trigon's ulterior motives, she wouldn't have bothered even thinking about the other man's victim. Sure, loss of a life was something to prevent whenever possible – especially with her being a Titan – but the dream hadn't told her how to find them, nor had it told her whether this meeting was a recent occurrence, a future occurrence, or something that had already happened. For Potter's sake, she hoped it was at least recent.

She rubbed her eyes in an annoyed manner before pushing her figure from the bed and standing. She threw her cloak around her form and stalked out of the room with a glance at the clock – it was only four in the morning. She sighed and massaged her temples as she entered the dark kitchen and took a seat at the round kitchen table, using her powers to put the kettle to boil and to toss a teabag into a mug that sat waiting on the counter. Someone had been trying to tell her something – whether intentionally or unintentionally – which meant that she was going to be dragged into this situation whether she wanted to be dragged into it or not.

It also meant that she needed to find out more about what was going on. The kettle whistled as her thoughts ran away with her and she stood and directed her energies to pour the scalding water into her tea mug without giving much thought to it. Was it Trigon who had sent her the dream? If so, why? He knew he'd not be able to use her as the portal for a second time. He'd been 'destroyed' the first time (though Raven had known there'd really be no getting rid of him) and had lost the chance to fully bring himself into her realm.

So, it would make sense that he didn't want her to know anything about what he was planning. Which meant that either her foresight was getting better – an ability she'd never been all that strong in – or that someone else was broadcasting the dream to her - far more likely. She'd always been able to pick up strong mental images from distances of hundreds of miles away, and the ability had only gotten stronger since she'd come to Earth. Usually though, her shields were strong enough to keep things like this out, unless they had strong feelings of distress with them. Which meant that this dream was very real, and very urgent.

Setting her teacup beside her as she settled on the couch, Raven levitated into her customary meditative position as she wiped her mind blank of everything but her mantra. She'd deal with her problems once morning came, and no time before, and though she knew she'd be unable to sleep again, meditation would work well enough.

Raven's eyes snapped open at the sound of footsteps entering the main room, and she found herself staring through the window at the bright, late July morning sun that smiled over the bay. She'd been in deep meditation for over two hours, which explained the gnawing hunger in her stomach region, as well as the cold tea that sat on the table beside the couch.

"Morning, Raven," Robin greeted when her eyes fell on him. She walked over, cold tea in hand and placed it into the microwave, hitting the start button. She watched the Titan's leader scurry around the kitchen looking for something edible, before she finally spoke.

"Not going to wait for the morning breakfast argument?" she asked blandly. Robin gave her a sideways look and chuckled as he pulled two slices of surprisingly new looking bread from a cupboard and threw them into the toaster. She raised an eyebrow, "That's not much."

"I always get up for toast, then train, and then eat with the rest of you… What're you doing up so early anyway?" Robin replied, a querying tone to his voice. She glanced at the clock and sighed when she saw that it was 6:30. She wasn't surprised that he got up to train at the crack of dawn without them. It put him in that one step higher, leader-like position.

"Couldn't sleep," she responded evasively. When Robin raised an eyebrow, she simply shrugged, grabbed her tea and quickly left the room. He didn't need to know about the dream just yet. This was definitely something she didn't need to drag her friends into. There was enough on the Titans' plate, what with the return of Slade and the Jump City criminals taking every opportunity they could get to steal something – they seemed to be afraid that the world might end again.

And then there was Terra, who was back with the claim that she had no idea how she'd broken free of her stone grave. The only person who knew the true reason behind that – if Terra's claim was true anyway – was Raven, and she hadn't really felt the need to tell anyone. The simple answer? When Slade had released the souls to have his own returned to him, Terra's had escaped and returned to her body as well. It irritated Raven to no end to have the girl around, but she was coping with it – she stayed away from the blonde as much as was possible.

That was another reason for Raven to deal with this alone. Terra didn't now about Trigon, nor did she know about the problems they'd had with him, and it wasn't something Raven wanted her to find out about any time soon. Terra didn't need that piece of information for when she betrayed them again. But then, Beast Boy was a loud mouth…

She chuckled to herself as she entered her room at the thought of Beast Boy. Though she'd never admit it to anyone – she hated to admit it to even herself – she thought Beast Boy to be quite sweet, good-looking… Raven shut the thought out with a shake of her head. The thoughts were ridiculous.

"Good morning, Raven," spoke a soft voice suddenly. Raven dropped her tea in shock as her hands flared alive with power and she took on a defensive position. She'd been so lost in thought that she hadn't noticed the figure standing before her until the woman had spoke.

However, she quickly realised why she'd missed her. The woman was wearing a cloak the colour of a moonless midnight and there was a deep hood pulled up over her head. In fact, the only visible colouring was the deep violet fringe that trimmed the edges of the cloak, and the pale purple energy ball that surrounded her extended hand. This, however, wasn't a gesture of war. She simply seemed to be trying to shed a bit of light in the room.

Raven used her power to open the blinds blocking the light from the room, just a crack, and the ball of energy around the stranger's hand vanished. "Who are you?" Raven demanded as the woman lowered her hood, revealing the face of a thin, youthful woman with long blood red hair and spooky blue eyes. Raven looked away as these eyes stared into her own, crossing a line of privacy that Raven didn't wish to cross. Instead, she focused on the purple chakra that graced the strange woman's forehead.

"Your Third Eye chakra point…" Raven spoke softly, forgetting that the other woman hadn't yet introduced herself. "It isn't tainted…" her finger strayed and almost touched the small gem as she spoke, stopping millimetres away from the glimmering ornament.

A sad look flickered across the woman's face as her eyes raked across Raven's forehead, and after a moment, she gave a response to Raven's demand. "I am called Dracona," she said and Raven frowned at her suspiciously, finally feeling a tiny piece of power that she hadn't felt moments before, but knew had to have been there because of the ball the woman had produced. When it erupted into a greater energy signature, Raven was shocked.

"You – you have…" she faltered, realising that her accusation could be considered extremely insulting if she was incorrect. When Dracona simply smiled at her however, Raven realised she had no qualms with saying it. "You have demon blood!" The other woman nodded and those spooky eyes became a momentary solid white before changing back to their blue. Raven shivered, knowing that it had only been a display of a shred of power – she'd felt the energy from the other surge incredibly, but not to its peak – and it made her comprehend just what the other was. A full demon, not a simple half-blood like Raven was.

"Why are you here?" Raven asked finally. "Does your appearance here have anything to do with my dream?" It took her a moment to say it, but it was something she felt she had to ask. This Dracona wouldn't have appeared without a reason.

"So you did have the dream? Good. I thought you would have, but of course, being the youngest of my colleagues… They didn't believe me," Dracona was still shaking her head when she pulled a folded up piece of parchment from an inside pocket of her cloak. Raven took it as it was offered to her, frowning at it curiously as she broke the seal (a large 'H' in black wax) and unfolded it.

The first thing that caught her eye was the large and colourful crest depicting four animals – a lion, a snake, an eagle and a badger – along with the words 'Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.' Raven frowned at the words a moment, translating them in her mind, and then laughed. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon? An interesting choice in motto…" she murmured. Dracona's silvery laugh joined for a moment before she gestured from Raven to begin reading.

Dear Miss Roth,

Although we have never before met, I have to say that your reputation – and blood line – precedes you. As you may already be aware, the demon Trigon has made a pact with the most terrible dark wizard of our world. It is our understanding that you have had experience in dealing with this monster, and it is due to your experience that I address this letter to you with an exclamation of dire urgency. We require your assistance to rid our world of this fiend. However, I can understand any reluctance you may have to lend your skill, and so I offer you an invitation.

Though you are probably not aware of it, I am the Headmistress of a school called Hogwarts. Located in the Scottish Highlands, we are an academy which works to teach young witches and wizards the ways of controlling and properly using their powers. So, I invite you to share in this learning – though I have no doubts about the extent of your abilities – primarily as a way to remain in an 'undercover' state.

Dracona can answer any questions you may have concerning Hogwarts, as she has recently joined our teaching staff herself. She will also assist you in the gathering of any supplies you may need if you should decide to join us, something which I plead you to do.

I leave the fate of our world in your hands, and hope that you choose to follow the path which would assist us in this time of dire need.

Sincerely yours,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Raven blinked at the letter for a few moments before turning her eyes back to Dracona and letting the contents of the letter sink in. For them to actually send her a note like this was surprising. No one – especially those who knew her background – ever allowed her to stay at their place of residence, let alone extend an invitation to her. An odd smile extended across Dracona's face as Raven nodded in a way that was almost acceptance.

"A school of sorcery?" Raven asked, though she didn't doubt the validity, nor the origin of the request. It wasn't a hoax – not with a messenger like Dracona. Still, it was one of those things that seemed almost too good to be true. After all, this meant that there were a whole bunch of people like her, living in one building and learning nothing other than… magic.

Dracona nodded, "Of course, they're humans with magic running through their veins, nothing more. But their magic is incredibly flexible, which is the primary reason I took a job there. It would be good for you, Raven." Raven frowned at her and contemplated the idea. She'd be able to do more with her powers, and they'd probably expand greatly if she were to accept. However, she'd also have to deal with Trigon and his minions, which wasn't really a great incentive to look forward to, and not something she felt like dealing with again. And she'd also be abandoning the team… Though they wouldn't be short a member because Terra would be there, and unless Terra betrayed them again, they'd be more than suited to take care of the city without her assistance… So why not?

"How soon do you need my answer?" Raven asked. Dracona only shrugged, something Raven interpreted as information she hadn't been given.

"Minerva only said that, if you accepted, she'd like me to bring you to Hogwarts before the 31st of August," the woman supplied after a moment. Raven's brow creased in contemplation. That gave her exactly a month to make up her mind, and though it seemed like a long time, she knew that it wouldn't be with this decision weighing on her chest. She sat down on the edge of the bed and expelled a deep breath.

"I have to talk to my team mates first," Raven said finally, carefully hiding her relief at Dracona's understanding nod. "But… Unless you have something more dire to attend to, you're more than welcome to remain here until I've made my decision." She added, for Dracona had turned as if to leave, and while Raven was unsure what had pressed her to say it, she figured that having Dracona – someone like her – around would make it easier to deal with Terra.

The woman turned back to face her, "You're sure?" she asked as she raised the hood of her black cloak around her face. Raven nodded, and was about to speak again when a loud knock sounded at the door.

"Raven? Breakfast's ready and I lost again…" came Beast Boy's voice from the other side of the door. Raven could practically feel Dracona's perplexed expression as the woman stared at the door.

"Sure, Beast Boy… I'll be there in a minute," Raven responded. Footsteps were heard leaving the threshold and Raven gestured for Dracona to follow her from the room. "Beast Boy losing the daily breakfast battle means that we won't be eating tofu." She answered to the unspoken question. Dracona's response was that silvery laugh that once again sent a shiver down Raven's spine. The sound was a reminder that, however kind and human-like she was, Dracona was a demoness, and Raven had no idea where her loyalties lay.

"They're going to wonder where I came from," Dracona murmured as they neared the main room of Titan's Tower. Raven replied with a bored shrug and made a gesture for the other woman to lower her hood. Sure, the team would jump to conclusions, but seeing the face of their cloaked intruder would make them less likely to act on these conclusions. However, she noticed the reluctance with which Dracona did as she'd been instructed. A reluctance Raven understood – Dracona would have felt more in control of the situation, had her hood been up and her face hidden. However, without this advantage, she was open to the mercy of Robin and the team. Dracona wasn't weak though – she'd manage.

Starfire was the first to look up when they entered the kitchen. Her eyes stared past Raven to watch the newcomer, and she grinned after a moment.

"Glorious!" she exclaimed, bringing the entire team's attention to Dracona and Raven. Raven was impressed at the way the older woman was able to simply smile and the way she didn't hesitate before taking a seat at the table which would place her between Raven and Cyborg.

A quick glance around the table told Raven that the team was looking from her to Dracona, clearly waiting to be introduced, and the calculating expression on Robin's face told her he wanted to know more than the stranger's name.

"Uhh… This is Dracona," Raven said finally. Beast Boy tilted his head as Terra (who was seated next to him) whispered something in his ear. Whatever it had been, it made him grin and address Dracona. Before the words had left his mouth, Raven knew it would be something stupid that would end up embarrassing her more than it would embarrass him.

"You've got the same… uhh… what was that thing called again?" he pointed at Dracona's chakra as reference. "Anyway, you've got the same forehead thingy as Raven. Except it's a different colour and –" Raven's powers lashed out, spreading a black gag across Beast Boy's lips and giving him a piercing glare. She looked to Dracona apologetically, only to find her smiling slightly.

"Beast Boy?" she questioned Raven, who nodded agreement before turning to finish the introductions.

"Starfire, Cyborg, Terra and our leader, Robin," Raven recited, gesturing to each Titan in turn. Dracona nodded to each as they acknowledged her, and then turned to Raven.

"Perhaps I should leave and wait to hear your answer?" the woman suggested in a low voice that Raven was sure was only intended for her ears, though something flickered in Cyborg's human eye that implied he'd heard and was trying to comprehend. In response, Raven gave a non-committal shrug. She'd like for the woman to stay around in case she thought of any questions, but knew that Dracona wasn't likely to if she felt threatened.

"It's fine, I'll deal with them," Raven replied in a tone that rivalled the lowness of Dracona's. She turned back to her team mates with a bland expression on her face, though it was carefully schooled to be threatening, yet non-provocative. The team tended to think twice about bothering her when she wore this face, and it didn't fail her this time either. They quickly turned back to their breakfasts, but Raven couldn't stop the glances they kept shooting Dracona as the demoness picked at a sausage she'd put on her plate.

Robin cornered them in the hall as they made to leave after breakfast, despite the glare Raven gave him – the glare didn't usually work on Robin anyway, and definitely not when he wanted something. She stared at him as he – somehow – managed to place himself between her and Dracona without seeming to actually move at all. His masked eyes seemed to take in the woman – whom, Raven suddenly realised, probably stood at almost Cyborg's height. Maybe she was trying to be imposing? Raven could have sworn Dracona hadn't been that tall before.

"Explain," he said, turning to Raven. She glanced at Dracona, who nodded her silent permission for Raven to explain the world she'd been introduced to that morning – and the dilemma she was now faced with.

"Dracona appeared to me this morning with a plea from Britain. It appears that my father is once again trying to rule – or end – the world," Raven watched as Robin's face contorted worriedly, but continued speaking. "I've been asked to assist in getting rid of my father, and have, at the same time been invited to enrol as a student at a school of witchcraft and wizardry." She studied Robin's features as he nodded slowly.

"Are you going to go?" he asked softly. The question took Raven by surprise, but she didn't have a chance to reply because he was already asking another question. "And how do you tie into all of this?" he asked, addressing Dracona. A secretive smile crossed the woman's lips.

"I teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts, or I will this coming September anyway. The Headmistress sent me to deliver her letter to Raven because it had been I who had recognized the description of the demon Trigon," she explained. Raven frowned. That meant that Dracona hadn't had the dream herself. Whose dream had it been then? She opened her mouth to ask, but Robin was once again asking his own questions.

"Transfiguration? And how did you recognize Trigon's description? Who are you?" Raven blinked at the onslaught of questions, and turned her gaze to Dracona, who accepted each with a nod and gentle smile.

"For Transfiguration, a visual display," she said, and with a flourish of her hand drew a thin black wand and a small cough candy from the folds of her cloak. Holding the wand delicately in her right hand, she balanced the candy in her left and smiled at them before waving her wand over the candy. There was a popping sound, and the candy had been replaced by a small white mouse that sniffed and scurried in circles around Dracona's palm. The demoness smiled again and waved her wand back across the mouse with a slightly different movement, changing it back into it's original cough candy form.

"Simple, but good for a demonstration. Now, you ask who I am, and how I know of Trigon." When Robin nodded confirmation, Dracona sighed dramatically. "Firstly, what Raven discovered not quarter of an hour into our conversation this morning. I know of Trigon because I am a blooded demoness of the Seraphlin clan, and we inhabit the same realm." A look of irony crossed her features at this, and Raven shook her head with a wry laugh. It was no wonder Dracona's magic was so strong and pure – her ancestors were the descendants of Trigon's exact opposites. Purity that hadn't been tainted once in over a thousand years. Raven gnashed her teeth and grumbled to herself. It wasn't fair.

"Blooded demoness?" Robin asked blandly, though there was an edge of confusion to his tone. Raven grimaced as Dracona's face took on an almost aggravated expression at her leader's lack of knowledge, and quickly moved to respond.

"A blooded demon or demoness is another name for a demon or demoness of pure blood heritage who has been accepted into their clan as a candidate for leadership," she explained quickly while raising an eyebrow at Dracona. It was almost unheard of for a blooded clan member to leave the safety of their clan lodgings, even for a day. Unless of course, Dracona had been sent to deal with the Trigon problem…

Robin was nodding in acceptance of the explanation and, seemingly satisfied, he turned back to Raven. "Are you going to go?" he prompted again. Raven sighed warily.

"Would you allow it?" she asked softly, glancing at Dracona to find that the woman was no longer any taller than herself. That was interesting.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Robin nodding his head and spun to stare at him, "You're serious?" she exclaimed, a tendril of black energy shooting from her chakra at her uncharacteristic exclamation.

Robin shrugged, "The team should be fine, and I can tell how much this would mean to you…" he trailed off and she felt a true smile spread across her features. The first true smile she'd shown in quite a while, she knew.

"Thank you," she said, though it came out as barely more than a grateful whisper. Robin simply nodded before turning and walking down the hall, throwing a simple 'tell us when you're leaving' over his shoulder as he left.

I wasn't sure what else to say to explain the colour of Raven's chakra, except this. So I basically made it in a way that it's Trigon's evil that causes Raven's chakra to be red instead of violet. Violet is, of course, the spiritual colour of the Third Eye forehead chakra point.

Author's Corner

So ends the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Demon's Wrath. Harry will, of course, come into play in the next chapter, which is actually finished and just needs to be typed up. Expect it sometime next week.

Until then----