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Corvus	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 23965 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
So apparently somehow chapter 14 never got posted last week... so this week you get three! Yay! lol

(14) Hogwarts Express
The morning of September 1^st was a flurry of activity in homes all across Europe.
In Lestrange Manor, Corvus kept thinking about more books he’d like to pack as reference material. He had thoroughly packed the night before but could not help but want to take as much of his own books and research as possible. Finally his mother reminded him that there was a library at the school.
When that did not work, she had to lock him out of his room.
Corvus only stopped grumbling when his mother told him he could owl for a book anytime he needed one.
The only mishap of that morning occurred when Corvus tripped on his way to the foyer. He landed on his hand oddly and let out a grunt as he felt his shoulder dislocate. He had fallen countless times and never been injured, but if ever it were to happen, of course it would be a morning they had to be somewhere. He never really wore his bracelet unless he was out of the house.
His mother, hearing the racket, helped him up off the floor. She pointed her wand at his shoulder and whispered a healing spell, but it was reflected by his protective bracelet. In pain, Corvus quickly hissed ‘off’ and his mom recast the spell.
Corvus immediately let out a breath of relief. He looked at his mom to see brows furrowed. “What?” he asked her.
“I’m not sure you should bring your bracelet to the school, Cor,” she started
Corvus’ jaw dropped. “With Dumbledore there? And the Potters?”
“Do you want the world to know you are a parselmouth soon as you enter the grounds? Think, Corvus. Even in charms, students are often asked to cast at each other. And now with healing spells...” she trailed off, watching his expressions.
Corvus looked off to the side and ran the information through his head. While he loved his parseltongue ability, not many others would. Not to mention, how many parselmouths would be born within the same year? It wouldn’t be long before he was connected to the name Harry Potter.
Teal eyes looked into violet and the young wizard nodded. He pulled his bracelet off his wrist, feeling odd without the weight, and handed it to his mom.
Bellatrix put a hand on his shoulder. “You will write if anything happens. And Severus is right there with you, along with Draco and countless other allied families.”
Corvus gave a small smile, “I know. I don’t know why I am so paranoid about leaving it behind.”
That was the end of the discussion and with a cage for Huginn transfigured from his perch, the shrunken trunk in his pocket, and his basilisk egg in the pouch around his neck, Corvus with his mother and uncle portkeyed onto Platform 9 ¾. Huginn was held tightly in his master’s arms and would remain there until his equilibrium returned.
Soon as they landed they moved out of the way for other incoming arrivals. The first thing they noticed was the blonde hair of the Malfoy family.
“Uncle Lucius, Aunt Narcissa, Draco,” he greeted with a nod of his head.
“Hello Corvus. Are you excited for classes to start?” his Aunt asked.
Draco, Bella, and Rabastan snorted at the question. Even Corvus has a sheepish smile. “Um…yeah. I’ve already started reading through the books for my courses as well as the books for my correspondence courses.”
“I don’t doubt it. What classes did you decide upon?”
“It actually works out to 3 extra courses. I’m taking Blood Magic through DA, but mostly this year I’ll be focusing on Stregoneria courses. I’m taking Healing Arts, Light, Gray, and Dark Arts, and History of Magic, as we discussed.” Corvus remembered the meeting he had to attend to get permission to bring his books with him and take the correspondence courses.
//FLASHBACK//
Corvus entered into a large room with a long table surrounded by older witches and wizards- the Board of Governors for Hogwarts.
“Good morning, Mr. Lestrange,” came the voice of one of the younger witches. He gave her a small smile and returned her greeting. “We are all aware of why this meeting was called, so why don’t you explain to us why we should approve your request.”
Corvus took a deep breath and looked around the room. He saw an encouraging nod from his uncle and began. “If not for familial obligations, I would not be attending Hogwarts. While some of the classes excel, there are others that fall far below par, such as History of Magic. Though I cannot physically attend the other institutions, the Heads have given me permission to still learn. Being admitted into Scuola di Stregonaria is an extreme honor which I could not deny completely. My studies have been serious since I began reading at just 4 years old. I have always loved studying and learning and this opportunity just feeds into my desires all the more.”
“Don’t you think you will overtax yourself, young man?” came the voice of a balding portly wizard.
Corvus again gave a small smile. “Not at all. Some wizards play quidditch, or chess, or exploding snap. I read and study. My hobbies consist of all academic subjects. I will partake in a game of chess now and again, but mostly I love to sit in front of my fireplace and read. Why not take the gift of being able to read about new subjects and get a grade for them as well?”
“Mr. Lestrange,” came a serious tone from a younger witch (compared to most in the room) with a monocle. “I’m sure you can understand our hesitancy in allowing you to study such subjects. They are banned from Hogwarts and from being taught in Britain. We are straddling legalities in allowing you to study.”
“That’s just it though. I’m studying. I won’t be performing any spells or practical applications. I won’t be performing any rituals. I will only be reading and writing assignments assigned by the prospective instructors. I already have an agreement with Professor Binns regarding my History class. Perhaps have Professor Snape keep an eye on my studies? He would know what is dark and what is not. He is also vouched for by Headmaster Dumbledore himself.”
The crowd was silent for a few minutes and Corvus began to become nervous. What if they said no? What if he would lose this chance to learn more about other branches of magic? It was like a child being denied candy to him...
He heard the silky voice of his Uncle speak up. “Are we ready for a vote?” nods all around. “In favor?” 9 hands were raised. “Against?” 3 hands were raised.
The witch with the monocle spoke up. “You are young, yet you speak and act like a scholar. We will still keep an eye on what you are studying. We ask that you keep your books from your other schools away from other students. You may not have ulterior motives, but others might. I’m sure you understand someone may take a book and do themselves injury.”
“Yes, Madam,” he answered respectfully. “My trunk is set up with a study specifically because of the unorthodox subjects I will be studying. I will keep other students away from my notes and books.” He looked around the room and bowed respectfully. “I thank you ladies and gentlemen for your time in hearing me out. I am looking forward to my term at Hogwarts.”
“Please keep us apprised of what you think of the History class,” said Lucius.
Corvus nodded and again gave a farewell before turning to leave the room. Once outside he collapsed into the closest chair and let out a breath. The classes he was taking weren’t even that bad! What would they say when he wanted to take necromancy...
//FLASHBACK//
Coming out of his memory, Corvus found his family chatting about their own school days. He heard their descriptions of the History professor and remembered that others were given the option for external tutoring. “By the way, did any other students take you up on the option of a History tutor?”
“No, most students, and parents unfortunately, don’t care about our History. The Board is hoping to get a new professor in there next year.”
“That would be best. We’re constantly going through different wars. How can anyone expect to be anything but a sheep if they do not understand our History and Culture?”
“Definitely true, Corvus. I may have to get you to help me convince them.” Lucius said with a wink.
“Anything I can help with Uncle Luc, you know that.”
“Anything scholastic. Yes we know.” The group smiled and laughed at that.
“Thanks” he drawled out. A nip on his finger brought Corvus’ attention to Huginn who was still in his arms. “Ready to fly?” he asked the bird as the others returned to their conversation. After getting a positive through their link, he released Huginn into the air. After moment of flying around, he returned to his master, settling on his shoulder. “Alright, Dray, ready to get a compartment?”
“Go on boys,” said Bellatrix. “Write us when you get there. We’ll want to know all about the sorting and your first day.”
“Alright mum” Corvus said, hugging her and kissing her cheek. “I’ll miss you” he said softly for only her to hear.
“And I you, Cor.”
He hugged Narcissa and shook the hands of his uncles before heading onto the train. Luckily they were early and had no problem finding a seat. Corvus enlarged his trunk and pulled out his book on History of Magic and then returned it to it’s previous shrunken state.
“Are you going to spend the whole train ride reading, Cor?” his cousin whined.
“How the mighty have fallen, Mr. Malfoy. Whining, really?” He sighed and closed his book. “Alright Dray, what do you want to do?”
“Talk! I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks. You didn’t tell me about your wand!”
Corvus got a wide smile on his face and pulled out his wand. “It was amazing. Makes me happy that Ollivander couldn’t help me. It doesn’t hurt that it is not tracked by the ministry. Cost a pretty penny though. 50 Galleons!”
“Nice. What sort of holster did you get?”
“This is wicked. Signore De Luca said he had an instinct to craft this one a while back. Its basilisk skin and a raven brand. Is that perfect or what?”
“Meant to be, for sure,” Draco replied. Suddenly his eyebrows rose. “Umm, Cor? Your pouch is shaking…”
“My what?” he looked down and saw the velvet pouch around his neck trembling. His eyes opened wide “It’s hatching!”
Huginn sat on his shoulder while Corvus pulled the basilisk egg out of the pouch and held it between two of his hands. And began speaking to it in parseltongue. ::Come on sweet one. I have been waiting for you. Come on. You’re strong::
“Must you really?” Draco snapped at him, face pale.
“My dear Draco, you have known for some time about my ability. And yes, I must. Do you expect a newborn basilisk to understand English over the tongue of serpents? We are not bound yet.”
He looked back at the egg that now had sizeable cracks over it. Suddenly a piece chipped off and a black tail stuck through. It began to push against the shell, making the hole even bigger. ::hello:: came a soft hiss from the shell.
::Come on my love, my familiar. Come on out. I have been waiting to see your beautiful scales for so long. Remember to keep your second and third eyelids closed. I want to be able to keep you with me.::
Draco watched on amazed as a small black scaled head poked through the hole. “Beautiful…” he whispered. As the scales reflected the light, they showed silver and blues.
Corvus smiled and continued speaking low to the snake that had slowly made its way from the shell. It wrapped itself around his hand and bit his thumb quickly. He hissed at the pain, but it was short lived as the snake flicked its tongue on the wound and closed it quickly. “I really hope to not get anymore bonded familiars,” he said sarcastically.
He put the shell into his pouch and spoke to his familiar. “We need to name you, unless you have a preference?”
::No, I have no name yet, Master::
“Ugh I hate being called Master” he said as Draco snorted. “Well you are quite the beautiful snake, my dear. We can name you by color… or we can name you as we did Huginn.”
Draco watched on with interest on what his cousin spoke about.
“Well, Cyaneus is latin for dark blue… or we can name you Jörmungandr. According to Norse Mythology, Odin tossed Jörmungandr into the great ocean that encircles Midgard.The serpent grew so large that he was able to surround the earth and grasp his own tail.As a result, he received the name of the Midgard Serpent or World Serpent. When he lets go, the world will end.”
“Wow… very positive stories there, Cor”
“Shut up Dray” he laughed. “Most mythology tends to be depressing and morbid. I’m trying to think of a name of a great serpent. I named Huginn for one of Odin’s ravens. It means thought in Old Norse.”
“Is your new familiar a girl or a boy?”
“A girl. Huginn is a boy.”
“Hmm. Both the names you suggested sound more masculine. How about translating another word into old norse and making it fit?”
Corvus looked down at his new familiar. “And how can I describe you? You are a true beauty who will no doubt be loyal. You will be a great snake, a protector… “ Corvus looked out the window with unfocused eyes for a moment before snapping his eyes to his basilisk. “Véurr. Can call you Vé for short.”
::I like that one best, Master::
“Draco?”
“You are an odd one Corvus Lestrange. But… I like how your names mean something. Although I do not speak to Huginn I can tell he is intelligent, so ‘thought’ fits him well. Vé may be small now, but once she’s bigger, I’ve no doubt she will be a grand protector. I like it. Does she?”
“Yes, she likes this one best.”
“Welcome Vé.” Said Draco, formally while bowing his head.
::I like this human, Master.::
::He is my cousin and a friend. Never bite him. Actually never bite unless I give you leave to, unless you are hunting animals::
::That is agreeable… speaking of hunting…::
::Oh, I’m sorry, Vé:: Corvus said, conjuring up a baby mouse. The timing was perfect as she lunged at the small animal just as the door opened. Corvus laughed hysterically as Pansy screamed her head off. But when the witch pointed her wand at the blue snake, she had Corvus’ an inch from her nose. “I wouldn’t go around pointing that wand at another wizard’s familiar Parkinson.” He said icily.
“F-familiar?! It tried to attack me!” she shrieked.
“For one thing, she is smaller than a quill. And another, if she wanted to attack you, she would have. She was finishing her meal.”
“B-but…” she stuttered as Corvus leaned over the bench to pick up his familiar. He settled the small snake in his lap as to not disturb the digestion of her meal.
“Leave Parkinson, before my patience runs out.”
She stuck her nose in the air “I don’t have to listen to you, Lestrange”
“No, you don’t have to, but it is better for your health if you do” Corvus was enjoying this way too much, but noticed the smirk on Draco’s face. “Or shall I send Huginn after you?” he asked, the bird ruffling it’s feathers as if getting ready to take flight.
The dark haired girl huffed and turned and left the compartment. It didn’t take long before the two boys were laughing. Soon after Parkinson’s departure, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini entered. Corvus pulled out his book again and read while the other three boys conversed.
It wasn’t that Corvus didn’t like the other boys, he just wasn’t a very social person by general nature. If he didn’t have intellectual conversation, then he couldn’t sit there. Right now the others were conversing about Quidditch, girls, and racing brooms… far away from his own mind.
Draco was usually good for a good hour long debate and conversation on Potions, but the other two… well, he wasn’t quite sure yet.
The train finally started moving and Corvus became lost in his book. He glamoured the cover to look like the Hogwarts History of Magic text as to avoid too many questions.
About an hour into their ride, the door suddenly slammed open again, drawing the annoyed glances from all four boys in the compartment. A girl with bushy hair, brown eyes, and buck teeth stood there with a superiority complex and demanded, “Has anyone here seen a toad? Neville’s lost his”
“Have you ever head of knocking? Really the uncivilized people they let in nowadays,” Corvus drawled earning snickers from the other boys.
“Well, I’m trying to help a fellow…”
“We don’t know this…Neville. Nor do we know you. It was rude of you to force your company upon us and in such an unappreciated way,” Corvus added. He pointed his wand at the door and wordlessly summoned the toad to his hand. He stood fluidly with grace honed from lessons with Bellatrix and Narcissa and handed the toad to the girl. He sneered at her and said, “Next time ask a prefect instead of barging in someone else’s compartment.” Then he slammed the door in her face.
The small room was silent for a moment before Draco spoke up. “Nicely done, Cor. Was hoping you would give us a chance at the bint as well.”
Corvus chuckled. “So very sorry boys. I’m sure we will have plenty of time for that this year.”
Nott put his hand out. “Theodore Nott. We’ve met in passing, but not formally. Draco tells us a lot about you, but we never have the chance to converse.”
“It’s usually at large functions where you boys are too busy talking about money and Quidditch,” Corvus replied with a smirk.
“True. But I’m sure you can find better conversation than Draco there.”
“Hey!” came the blonde’s indignant reply.
Corvus snickered, but defended his cousin. “The only one I have found able to beat Draco in an intellectual Potions conversation is Severus.”
“That’s right. He’s godfather to the two of you. That should be interesting.”
“Best not to spread it around. We don’t want anyone crying favoritism when we ace the course.”
“Understandable. So what house will you be in?”
“Not sure. I’m thinking Ravenclaw or Slytherin. From what I hear, Ravenclaw is all book nowadays and no real intelligence. So I’ll probably be more suited for Slytherin.”
The dark skinned, dark haired boy next to Draco put his hand out, just as Nott had. “Blaise Zabini.”
Corvus took the hand and bowed his head gracefully. “Corvus Lestrange, pleasure”
“So… I know we are not supposed to spread the news about this, but your acceptances?”
Corvus cast a quick silencing spell on the compartment. “Yes. What about them?”
“It’s extremely rare! Why on earth are you going to Hogwarts when you have options that exceed the curriculum by miles?”
“I have familial obligations to attend Hogwarts. It is most… unfortunate.” Corvus sneered for a moment, but smirked as he continued. “However, I have contacted both schools and have the option of taking correspondence courses.”
“That is amazing. How are you handing in assignments? And how are you going to do Dark Arts practicals though? Hogwarts is all light.”
“It’s all worked out; written exams will be proctored by my head of house or Severus and practical exams will be handled over the summer at the individual schools, or possibly over the holidays.”
“What?!” Draco yelped
“Just a few days Draco,” he explained. “Stregoneria has me scheduled for three days. Two for practical lessons and one for exams. Durmstrang is only doing exams and on one day.” The blonde nodded, but still looked unhappy. Corvus chuckled at his friend’s pout, but continued. “For handing in assignments, each school gave me a small vanishing box. The idea was originally from Headmistress Befana, but I shared the plan with Headmaster Karkaroff and he sent me one as well.” The three boys looked suitably impressed. “To make it easier, each school assigned me a sort of ‘Head of House’. Stregoneria assigned me to the year head and Durmstrang assigned me to the most neutral professor they have. They said they didn’t want Dumbledore to cause problems, but also didn’t want to cause me problems with any Dark families.” He pulled out his trunk and enlarged it with a tap of his wand. He reached into the third compartment and pulled out the box that he was able to convince Karkaroff to send him. It was the same size as his Stregoneria version, but was a deep red with black runes surrounding it. He pointed to the blank lid “A rune appears on the lid so I know when to check it.”
“Well, that was nice of them,” Draco quipped.
Corvus rolled his eyes and put the box away, re-shrinking his trunk to put in his pocket. “Anyway, my Head of each school has the other half of the vanishing box and will make sure my professors get the assignments. Every week they also put in my weekly assignments. Plus, I’ll be taking my History of Magic class through Stregoneria instead of dealing with the farce that is Professor Binns, so I need weekly letters from my History teacher that will tell Binns that I’m doing the work.”
“Is that why they offered correspondence courses via tutors this year?” Nott asked
“Yup. They couldn’t be seen as giving a single student preferential treatment, even if I did get into Stregoneria. So they balanced it out by offering the option for other students as well. They can’t take the Stregoneria course, but they have other external options.”
“You are going to stir things up aren’t you?” asked Zabini
Corvus chuckled, “I think I already have, but I’ll try not to stir the cauldron too bad.”
Their door slammed open again to two red headed boys, one with flame red hair, the other a dark auburn. One was quite obviously a Weasley. The other, a Potter.
“Well, well, well. Look what the dog dragged in,” Corvus drawled before turning to the others, “Really. What is happening with the school standards? This makes three uncivilized persons entering before knocking.”
The other three boys chuckled as the two new entrants gaped.
“Do you know who I am!?” Charlie Potter asked, annoyed.
“Kind of hard not to,” Draco spoke up, but looking at the Weasley. “Lets see. Red hair, freckles, hand-me-down robes. Definitely a Weasley.” He pointed out the Weasley first to show he didn’t care about the Potter boy. It worked as the boy-hero’s face became bright red.
Before Potter could say anything, however, Corvus spoke up. “And red hair, glasses and vacant look, must be the Potter brat,” he sneered.
The two boys sputtered at the insults, unable to say anything.
Zabini finally spoke and stood, leaning on the doorframe. He glanced over his shoulder at Corvus and Draco and said in a stage whisper “Well, boys. I think you broke them.” He then slammed the door in their faces before doubling over laughing with the other compartment inhabitants.
Corvus put up a locking charm, before returning to his book, Half listening to the conversation and speaking up when it became interesting.

{Edited 9-21-15}

A/N: Muahahaha! Yes Corvus was a mean little thing, wasn't he? Other than mean, what did you think? He won't be like this through the whole story. Consider who he is surrounded by at the moment. Say hello to the beautiful Veurr! What did you think about it all?
If you see any mistakes, please feel free to message me so i can fix it. I don't have a beta, so this is how it is :) Now, don't go looking for my mistakes! lol
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