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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.

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Disclaimer: I don't, and never will, own Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry I'm late! Don't hate me! Here, have some cookies! *puts out assortment of cookies, including nut and gluten free.*
I know it's a shorter type of chapter, but i need to re-read Ch 18 for edits. Once I do I will post it. Also, some people have asked how to pronounce the Basilisk's name. I say Véurr like: 'Vay- your'. Hope this helps.
On with the story!

::Parseltongue::
/mind-to-mind with Huginn/
'thoughts'
"Normal Speech"

(17) Bully
By the end of September, the tension between Corvus and the Gryffindor duo came to a head. He was walking down the stairs to the great hall for dinner, talking telepathically to Huginn when he felt himself hit from behind. As if in slow motion, he fell face forwards down the stairs. He grunted as he hit something not-so-solid. Looking up he saw the green of a Slytherin badge.
The arms stood him up straight and he heard a deep voice ask if he was okay. But he couldn’t respond. His eyes were set on Charlie Potter who stood at the top of the staircase smirking at him.
“Clumsy Corvus,” he said with laughter in his voice. “Careful on the stairs, wouldn’t want anything to happen now would we?”
Corvus saw red and felt his wand in his hand before he even realized he pulled it. Before he could even think of a hex to fire in return, he heard a voice call from behind Potter and Weasley.
“Mr. Lestrange! Put your wand away.”
“Professor, Potter hexed Lestrange to fall down the stairs!” the Slytherin exclaimed. Corvus finally looked up to see 5th year Slytherin Marcus Flint standing beside him.
“I see no wand” said the older witch as she looked over her Gryffindors. She turned back to Corvus with an eyebrow rised. “15 points from Ravenclaw for drawing your wand in the halls,” the young Ravenclaw stiffened but said nothing, “and 10 points from Slytherin, Mr. Flint, for telling tales.” She turned back the Corvus and continued. “You have been requested in the Headmaster’s office. I will escort you.”
Corvus closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He let it out slowly and reinforced his Occlumency shields. He turned the the Slytherin beside him. “If you could tell Professor Snape where I am?” Flint nodded and turned away towards the dungeons. He turned and looked at his Professor. “Is Professor Flitwick already there?”
“No, why would he be?”
“I’m sorry Professor. I assumed my Head of House would have been summoned as well.”
McGonagall said nothing as he walked towards her. She just turned and headed for the Gargoyle.
()
Upon entering the office, Corvus knew this was a setup of some sort. The Minister of Magic stood beside the Headmaster while Dumbledore sat in his chair, head turned talking to another wizard on the other side of his desk. He recognized the messy black hair of the older Potter immediately.
“Ah, Corvus...”
“Mr. Lestrange if you would, Headmaster.”
“Of course my boy,” he said with a smile. Corvus clenched his jaw to keep from retorting to that. “I’m sure you are wondering why we have called you here.”
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
“Well, it seems there has been some complaint of your bullying.”
Corvus jaw dropped wide open at that. He looked at Potter’s pleased smirk and knew what had happened.
“I have not bullied anyone, Headmaster.”
“And what about what just happened?” McGonagall asked with raised brows.
“I was hexed from behind. If not for Flint catching me I would have fallen down the stairs,” he replied, eyes narrowed.
“I only saw one wand out, Mr. Lestrange. Yours. You have no proof of this tale you are spouting.”
“Who was the student this altercation was with?” asked the Minister.
McGonagall unsurprisingly answered, “Charlie Potter”
If possible, the elder Potter’s face became even more pleased. That Son of a Skrewt! He thought in his mind.
Corvus stood up straight and calmed his expressions until his face was stone. “I understand when Potter is concerned nothing- and no one- else matters. If you would just tell me what I need to do.”
“You need to apologize to my son publicly,” Potter said amused.
“No,” Corvus answered immediately.
“Excuse me,” Minister Fudge blustered as Potter’s face became enraged.
“I have nothing to apologize for. He is the bully, ask any other student in this school. I will not apologize to my tormenter.”
“Then we will have to suspend you,” said the Headmaster
“How about you just expel me? I can be free to attend Stregonaria.”
“Strego- Scuola di Stregonaria?” Fudge asked.
Corvus smiled. “Yes, minister. I was accepted there and have an open ended admission even though I could not attend. Headmistress Befana is a lovely lady.”
Fudge was flustered. He knew Stregonaria was a very exclusive school. What was more, if you didn’t attend, you were more likely to be turned away permanently than offered a second chance. The fact that Corvus had correspondence courses and an open ended admission was unheard of. This boy would be a great wizard one day. He needed to stay on the lad’s good side.
“Perhaps we need to change the punishment. We only have one child’s say on this matter...” Fudge began.
“Absolutely not!” hissed Potter who took a step towards Corvus. Dumbledore grabbed his arm and held on. He spoke low for a minute before turning to Corvus.
“One more transgression, as caught by a teacher, will result in your expulsion, Mr. Lestrange,” The old man stated.
“What about defending myself?” Corvus asked.
“Unless you have proof, no magic against another student. Your wand cannot be out while in the halls”
Corvus clenched his teeth and looked up at Potter with fire burning in his eyes. He saw the uncertainty pass through hazel eyes, but it was gone in an instant. The older wizard nodded his assent to Dumbledore.
“Is that all Headmaster?” Corvus asked in a deceivingly calm voice.
“Yes, good day.”
()
Corvus stalked to his room angrily. He was now a walking target. He couldn’t defend himself. He was actually glad that Véurr was resting on a warm rock, only the gods know what sort of crap they will come up with to validate attacking his familiars.
Speaking of familiars /Huginn? Where are you?/
/Heading to your tower with Severus. I heard your distress and made my way to him, but we ended up being held up by the red headed boys./
“Figures,” he muttered to himself. A couple of moments later he crossed paths with Severus, but didn’t say anything. He was still too angry and didn’t want to take it out on his godfather.
Severus, knowing his godson’s anger and feeling the waves of magic, said nothing and followed behind to Ravenclaw Tower. He didn’t even glance around the room before following the younger wizard into his trunk.
The potions master had to admit to himself that he was impressed with the set up. The library was as large as the common room up the stairs and had wall to wall books. A desk had parchment, quills and books stacked on top.
He was about to compliment Corvus on the room, but he heard the sound of breaking glass and ran through a door to his right. He was again impressed that the boy would have a Potions’ Lab as well. This time however, he had no time to look around.
Another crashing sound brought his attention to the very distraught young wizard who was flinging potions vials at the wall.
Before he could throw another one, Severus caught his wrist.
“Let go of the glass Corvus,” he said in a low voice. “You are already covered in cuts from the flying debris.”
Corvus released the vial, which Severus caught easily, and sunk down to the floor. His godfather sat beside him with a flannel and a vial of healing potion. As he began to clean the glass from the cuts, he asked “Want to tell me what happened?”
And the young Raven did. When he was done telling about the meeting in the office, he looked at Severus as if he held all the answers. “I’m a walking target now. They won’t get in trouble unless you or Professor Flitwick catch them. I thought my life of belittling by the Potters was over. How is this fair?”
“It’s not. But it’s Potter’s world, you know that.”
The dark head nodded as teal eyes closed tightly. “So what do I do?”
Severus let out a deep sigh. “Keep your head down and avoid them as much as possible. You know they will try to instigate you, so keep your shields up and ignore whatever he says to you. What either of them say to you.”
Corvus snorted. “Really? Just keep my head down? That’s what I have been doing! Most times he had his favorite teachers nearby so there was no retaliating on my part. But Sev, I almost fell down the stairs today. If not for Flint, I would have broken my neck!”
“I know, he came and saw me just as Huginn came in. You will have to be extra vigilant, Cor. There’s not much I can do and you know this. Don’t go anywhere alone and stick to the main routes to classes and your dorms.”
“Right,” the younger wizard replied and raked a hand through his long hair. He looked up at Severus and took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “Alright then,” he stood and put a hand out to help his godfather off of the floor. When they were both standing, he waved a hand at his face. “Thanks for this,” he said.
Severus nodded. He pat Corvus on the shoulder and headed out of the trunk to return to his rooms. A letter to Lucius and Bellatrix was inevitable. He would also have to have a meeting with Flitwick.
()
Corvus watched as Severus left his lab with a tightness in his chest. He didn’t know what to do. Sure he could be a mean bastard and could hex and curse with the best of them, but now he was literally a walking target. He wasn’t even allowed to shield!
He turned and surveyed the glass on the ground. He vanished it with a wave of his wand before grabbing a couple of cauldrons and filling them. He would begin making healing potions. There was no way he was going to an infirmary where the Headmaster rules all. He would protect himself the best he could. There was nothing else he could do.
It took him a few hours to finish his potions, but he was pleased with the results. He now had 5 vials each of bruise paste, healing salve, pain potion, and headache potion. Once it was all bottled, he placed unbreakable charms on the glass vials and then took one of each potion, putting them in his school bag.
He walked slowly up his spiral staircase to find all his dorm mates were already asleep. Véurr hissed in her sleep and Huginn sat watching his wizard from his perch.
/All will be well in the end, young master/ came the young male voice, flowing soothingly through Corvus’ mind.
/It’s not the end I’m worried about... it’s getting there in one piece./ He told his friend, tiredly. /Dumbledore, Potter, and Fudge have pretty much given Potter Jr the right to hex and curse me at his will. They forbid me from using magic to shield. If I’m caught they will expel me./ He ran a hand over his face. /I’m starting to get my line magics, I can’t let them expel me./
/What magics?/ Huginn asked as his head perked up.
/I’m not sure. I get... twinges... of intuition./ He said slowly, trying to find the right words. /Just ‘bad feelings’ right now. Like not wanting to leave my snake bracelet behind with mum. Or if I’m looking for something in a book, it will open straight to the page I need. I can’t go through life not understanding or letting this grow. Also, I think my mental shields are increasing in power. They will take some time to get used to as well./
/There will be no point staying here for the magics, if you will be dead and unable to use them anyway./ Huginn said, matter of factly.
Corvus froze in place. He knew he was in danger of severe injury, but had not thought as far as his possible death. /I understand Huginn./
And as he gathered his supplies for his shower, he really did understand. His mind began to go over everything he could do when confronted with an attack. The main one was to stay in groups. He would have to work on that.
()
Meanwhile, Severus returned to his rooms confused. Where was he coming from and what was he doing? He glanced at the clock and realized it was past dinner, so he called upon an elf to bring him something to eat.
When he was finished, he still couldn’t think of what it was he had forgotten, so he let it go, thinking that it must not have been that important.
He didn’t see the twinkling blue eyes watching him from a dark corner.
()
Corvus stepped out of his shower refreshed, but not anymore relaxed. He grabbed quill and parchment and went into the common room, which was empty. Waving his wand, he realized it was nearing 2 in the morning.
“An all nighter, then,” he said to himself.
“Well, that’s not very healthy is it?” came a female voice.
Corvus jumped at the sound and looked wildly around the room. No one was there. All the chairs were empty and so was the couch. No one was under any furniture either or lying on the floor.
He poked his head through the entry door, but the hallway was empty.
“I’m losing my mind,” he said, out loud again, while shaking his head.
“Oh, young heir, you are not losing your mind. Not yet anyway”
Corvus’ head snapped up at the words. He looked up at the portrait of Ravenclaw that sat over the fireplace. A light of amusement danced in her eyes as she fought a smirk.

{Edited 9-23-15}

A/N: This is actually a sort of filler chapter. I found that I had jumped too far ahead without any real build up, so here we are. There is one more 'filler chapter' and then back to the original written chapters. I hope it's not going to slow. I guess I may focus too much on building up characters and situations. What do you think?
So what did you think? Is McGonagall too OOC, or is it just me? All I can say now is things will get rougher for Corvus, but he can handle it.
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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