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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: More cookies! *puts out assortment of cookies, including nut and gluten free.* Grrr I need this chapter in here, but i don't like it! lol Very very angsty and poor Corvus. Told you all it would be world v. Corvus. Don't worry though, he'll get even :)
It really seems like this is dragging on, doesn't it. But since theses characters are so far from Canon, I have to build up. I hope you continue to read and enjoy the tale. Please be kind to the muse.

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

Previously:
"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.

NOW:
(18) A talk with a founder
“That wasn’t very nice!” Corvus said to the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw.
“No, but it was amusing. And I get so little amusement nowadays. Give an old lady a break.”
“You are not old, Lady Ravenclaw. You are beautiful and at your prime.”
“You don’t have to kiss up anymore, young man,” she said with a smile.
“I wasn’t. But I guess I can stop now,” he said with a smile of his own as he stood behind the couch looking up at the portrait. “What can I help you with my Lady?”
“It’s actually what I can help you with,” A thump sounded from one of the dormitories and they both froze. “But we need somewhere more private.” Corvus looked around the room, but before he could ask where they would go, she spoke again. “Turn to the bookshelf on your left,” he followed her instructions. “Right. Now find the book titled Psychosis of the Ravenous Snakes of Britain.”
Corvus raised his brow at the title, and smirked when he found a faded black book with the title printed in gold.
He pulled the book out and held it up for her to see. Ravenclaw nodded, then told him “Tap your wand in the space you removed the book from and speak ‘Heir of Ravenclaw requests admittance. Mens corvus, lingua serpens.”
“Mind of crow, tongue of serpent...” he muttered under his breath, looking sideways at his ancestor.
He pulled his wand out and followed her instructions.
Suddenly the bookcase split in a jagged line and opened like a door. He looked up at the founder of his house, his ancestor, the great Lady Ravenclaw and stepped through the doors.
()
The room turned out to be an old study of Ravenclaw’s. It was circular and full of books and art. The books were stuffed into overflowing bookcases and others were stacked in towering piles on the floor.
Sketches, drawings and paintings also flooded over any available surface. It turns out the dark haired founder was a fantastic artist. The room was lined with sketches and drawings of people and buildings and towns. When Corvus asked about them, she told him that with practice he would be just as good, if not better than she. When he asked when he would practice, she simply said that he would know when the time came.
After about five minutes of looking around the room, Corvus realized that Ravenclaw’s portrait would be empty. He looked up in a panic. “Won’t someone see if you are missing? I mean, this room seems very... private and not someplace people would be welcomed to easily.”
“The portrait is set to have an illusion over it.” Corvus let out a sigh in relief and smiled as the witch laughed at him. “Surely you don’t think I spent the last millenium sitting in one painting!”
Corvus laughed in relief and genuine amusement. “There are so many books in here,” he said looking around at the mountains of books. “Has no one else been in here but me?”
“Only one could enter these rooms after me. You are the first in over a thousand years, and will likely be the last.”
“But all these books, this information!” he cried out. “They will be lost as they have been”
Rowena smiled at his expression. “Corvus, do you truly believe me to withhold knowledge from anyone? These texts are originals, but not the only of their kind. I know each heir also has originals in their vaults. I’m sure you recognize a few titles?” Corvus nodded his head in answer. “Other than that, the ministry has copies as does the Headmaster.” The young wizard snorted at that. “Yes, I know they are as likely to share the knowledge as hand in their resignations, but that is what you are here for.”
She glanced to the desk that was pressed up against a wall under the lone window. On top was a charcoal sketch with some coloring done. It was incomplete, but the face was unmistakeable.
It was Corvus.
“I used this room to store knowledge for you. I Saw you coming, Harry Potter.”
Corvus’ head snapped up at the pronouncement of his old name. “That is not my name. I am no Potter.”
“No, you are not. You never really were, were you?” she said, not really questioning. “A Lestrange you are and a Lestrange you shall be. I do not mind as it was the Potters giving you up for adoption that led you to understanding that you were my heir, though it would have happened sooner had your birth mother not disowned herself.” Corvus’ jaw dropped. Before he could ask what she meant, she continued. “In due time, young heir. I will tell you all. For now we must focus on your immediate problem.”
The young wizard nodded as he studied the picture on the desk. His hair was shorter, cut to the top of his shoulders instead of mid-back. But the main difference was his eyes. One was a bright emerald green, the other teal.
“Your past will always come back to haunt you Corvus Lestrange. You can face it now, or later, but you know it will eventually come up. There is a prophecy...” Corvus snorted. “Not that farce that the Headmaster took from the fraud Trelawney,” she snapped.
Corvus looked up at the portrait to see anger in teal eyes matching his own. “I apologize, Lady Rowena,” he said sincerely. “That false prophecy is the reason I was sent away.”
“I understand. You should know that prophecy is false, but there is another. I shall give it to you at a later time. Though you are mature, you are still only eleven. And I know it is not yet time for you to know.”
Corvus nodded while tracing his fingers lightly over the aged picture. The likeness was amazing and he did not doubt that she truly had Seen him. If she said it was not yet time, he would trust her. Same with his sketches. Though judging by the picture of himself, he had a feeling he knew why he would become practiced in sketches and drawings.
He let out a harsh sigh as the events of the day came to the front of his mind. When asked, he told the founder about all that had happened in the Headmaster’s office.
Rowena nodded, then suddenly a light shone in her eyes. “I was working on a spelled amulet in this room before my passing. It was not yet complete, but nearly so. I believe you were meant to finish it.”
“I have never worked with protection amulets or anything like that.”
“I will teach you. You will be able to master it quickly,” she glanced around the room quickly and her eyes stopped on the desk again. “Slide your hand under the desk. There should be something attached to the underside.”
Corvus did as instructed and felt along the bottom with his eyes closed. His hands suddenly touched something that was both cold and warm at the same time. He gasped as he felt a prick in his finger. Before he could pull his hand back, the amulet fell into his hand.
He pulled his hand from beneath the desk and uncurled his fingers. He stared at the intricate designs carved into a Lapis Lazuli stone that was the size of his thumb, in width and length. Carved into the stone was a Raven, a basilisk and a pegasus. It hung from a black leather cord.
Corvus’ jaw dropped in awe as he felt the power already radiating from the piece. He stared up at the portrait in wonder.
“Amazing what one can ‘See’ a thousand years ahead of their own future, isn’t it?”
Corvus nodded dumbly and asked “What does it do? What do I need to do to complete the enchantment?”
()
Corvus spent the next week following his year mates to classes and Ravenclaw Tower. The Gryffindors got in a couple of shots, but nothing too serious, and he had his healing potions on him just in case.
He did write to his Uncle and his mother and mentioned his issues with the Potter Heir. Instead of sending reassurances, or even replying as Severus had (to keep his head down), it seemed it was not worth mentioning at all. That bothered Corvus, but he didn’t blame his family, he had a feeling there was foul play here.
During the night, he met the portrait of Ravenclaw in the study and worked on the amulet. It was a difficult process and most of the week was spent reading up on the theory of enchantment and magic. By the end of the second week he had infused the amulet with his power and essence.
When it was complete, he slipped the amulet over his neck. It was a comforable weight and a comforting, protecting magic flowed over and around him. It sat mid-chest so it would not be noticed unless he were undressed.
To test it’s efficiency, he stood in the middle of the room with a spell projector sending hexes at him. He was supposed to be dodging, but he just couldn’t believe he had enchanted the piece.
The spells being sent at him had no effect on his person.
The amulet that Ravenclaw had created was one of a kind. It created a shield that absorbed any magical attack cast at the victim and transferred the magic into a magical artifact directed by the wearer. For example, in the case of being attacked at Hogwarts, Corvus could have the magic transferred into the already sentient structure. Should he be attacked elsewhere with other magical artifacts, he had the option to have the magic transferred into the amulet itself, or another enchanted piece worn. Since the amulet was set to detect attacks and mal intent, healing and diagnostic spells would not be affected.
Lady Ravenclaw had told him she knew she needed to create a method of protection that was not obvious. If the shield were to repel the magic, the caster would be injured. They both knew that was not an option. And if the magic were to always be absorbed by his amulet, it would be obvious where the protection would come from because it would glow when absorbing the magic.
Corvus was snapped out of his musings when he heard his name called. He stopped the spell projector and faced the portrait of Ravenclaw.
Rowena frowned at him. “Don’t get lazy Corvus. You should still want to move. What if you lost the amulet somehow?”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just so happy I completed it.”
“Right. I understand that, but you know better than to let your mind wander in my lessons.” Corvus blushed that she had seen through him. “Again.” The portrait intoned and Corvus nodded and set the projector to begin casting spells again, this time dodging and moving away from the spells shooting at him.
After another half hour, Rowena called him to stop. He was sweaty and out of breath, but wore a large smile on his face.
“Tomorrow,” she told him. “I want you to see that Godfather of yours. I suspect a certain old man has been messing with his memories. Also, he will be able to enchant the amulet to not be able to be removed from your person by anyone but you, and even then, not under duress.”
Corvus smiled wide. His stress about being a target had faded some. It wasn’t a cure all, but it would definitely help.
()
Corvus had not seen his Godfather except for in class since the night in the Headmaster’s office. Now that Rowena told him his memories may have been altered, he knew the man wasn’t just ignoring him...
Actually if Severus ever realized that thought had crossed his mind, he would surely tan the younger wizard’s hide!
()
Severus Snape stood in his study, feeling disturbed. He had received a floo call from Bellatrix stating that she had not heard from Corvus. He had to assure her that her son was okay and doing well. When he asked what the problem was, she said she had not received his weekly letter.
Knowing his godson, he knew this wasn’t an oversight. The boy was devoted to his mother and knew better than to worry her.
Actually, when he thought about it, he realized he had not really spoken to his godson in the same time. He saw the younger wizard in class, but not before or after.
He remembered the night he returned to his rooms confused and looked at his memories of the night multiple times. Whenever he tried to access the memories of the missed timeframe, his head would begin to pound and he would stop.
He should have noticed something sooner.
Someone obliviated him.
()
Corvus walked towards the dungeons Saturday morning, hoping to have a nice breakfast with his godfather. He missed the brooding man a lot and was also excited to tell him about the amulet and meeting with Rowena.
He stopped mid-step at the last thought.
He forgot to put on the amulet. It was sitting in his trunk, locked and warded. He was afraid of damaging the leather or losing the amulet before his godfather could charm it to his person.
He entered the Slytherin dungeons and walked towards the potions master’s rooms. A noise behind him had him spinning on his heel quickly, hands remaining at his side. He was not going to be expelled because someone startled him.
“Well, well, well,” came the voice of Potter. “Look what we have here. A Raven in the den of snakes.”
“What do you want Potter? As you just stated, we are in the den of snakes. It’s not a place for Lions.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” he replied, waving him off. He pulled his wand and sent a petrificus at Corvus. The young Lestrange dodged the spell and was suddenly very happy he had been practicing all week.
Before he could think of much more than that, another spell was sent his way.
“Potter, what is your issue!?” he yelled out while dodging hex after hex.
“You are,” the red head replied angrily, pausing in his volley of hexes.
“Why?”
“You are a dark wizard!” he roared. “You shouldn’t be here.” Corvus looked shocked. “Oh yes, we all know what courses you are taking through those schools of yours.”
“Like you could really understand anything that I’m studying. Just because magic is called dark doesn’t mean it’s evil, you fool.”
“Yes it does!?
“According to who?” Corvus sneered “Daddy dearest? Dumbles? Light wizards?” He watched in amusement as Potter gaped like a fish. “What makes a wizard dark?” he asked.
“Dark magic, you idiot!”
“And I’m sure there are certain traits and talents which your family and the light have labeled dark as well.”
Potter’s mouth snapped shut and he raised is wand.
“Tell me something Potter.” He asked looking through a curtain of his hair. “Didn’t you have a brother? I wonder what happened to him...”
A bright flash of red sent Corvus flying backwards. Even Potter looked surprised.
The Ravenclaw flew back and landed hard on his back. He felt warmth flowing from his neck and put his hand up to put pressure. The warm fluid was flowing quickly.
He sat up slowly, continuing pressure and watched as Potter walked up to him.
The Gryffindor didn’t look worried at all. “Think you’ll be let off on murder charges?”
He smirked. “Oh, I’m the golden boy. They would let me get away with the murder of a Dark wizard. Besides, where’s the proof?”
“Oh there’s plenty all around us.” he said slowly, pushing himself up with help of the wall. “It’s in the air... in the walls...”
“What are you talking about?”
Corvus smirked. The idiot didn’t know his magical signature could be read... or that the walls held memory. Beautiful. “Oh of course I’ll tell you” he said sarcastically.
Potter raised his wand again, but shouts coming from the end of the corridor made him lower it. He sneered at Corvus. “This isn’t over, Lestrange.”
()
Corvus stumbled his way through the corridor. He had no idea who shouted because no one came to where he was with Potter. All he knew was he had to make it to his godfather’s rooms.
He through the portrait of Severus’ private rooms and fell to the floor, dizzy with blood loss. “Severus,” he rasped out, before everything turned black.
()
Severus sat waiting for his godson, concerned that the boy was late.
A lot of things did not make sense this past week, and this was just added to the list. Was Corvus acting off character? Or was there something else going on here?
He was shooting for the ‘something else’.
Lost memories, missing letters, and now his always punctual godson was late.
What the hell was going on?
At that last thought he heard his portrait door open and a raspy voice calling his name.
Severus pulled out his wand and walked to his sitting room. He looked around the corner, but didn’t see anything or anyone. Then he smelled it. The tangy metallic scent of blood.
He stepped from the wall and walked briskly into the room. His knees nearly gave out when he saw his godson lying on the rug covered in blood.
What the hell happened?
()
Corvus woke slowly, pulling himself through a thick fog.
“Come on Corvus, you have to wake up,” came a smooth voice..
He groaned and opened his eyes slowly, but closed them quickly with a hiss at the pain of the bright light. “Alright, Cor, lights are out. Let’s try this again.”
He listened to the voice and opened his eyes slowly. Sitting in front of him was his Godfather.
“Sev,” he rasped out.
The dark wizard leaned forward with a cup of water and a straw and began speaking. “I don’t know what has been going on around here. Something is not right. I think someone has been messing with my memories.”
Corvus gave a slight nod at that, leaving Severus with a surprised face. “You knew?” Another nod. “How?”
“Raven...”
“Huginn?” Severus interupted.
Covus shook his head sharply. He took another sip of water and cleared his throat.
“Are we... free... to talk... here?”
Severus cast detection, warding, and silencing spells around the rooms. He nodded at his godson who then told him a seemingly crazy tale.
()
“So, Dumbledore, Potter and the Minister were present in this meeting and I was held up by some red head Gryffindors? Then I met you in your potions lab and healed cuts and we spoke for a bit before I returned to my dungeons?”
“Yes”
“I don’t remember that. At all.”
“Ravenclaw told me that your memories were being played with. I wanted to come to you to have my amulet spelled so it couldn’t be summoned or removed by anyone but me, so I was going to talk to you about that as well.”
“And what happened this morning?”
“I was heading to see you when I was cornered by Potter. I may have mentioned something about a missing twin...” he said sheepishly. “Next thing I know I was flying down the hall and landed with a cut on my neck. Yells sounded from down the hall and I stumbled my way to your rooms. That’s when you found me.”
“If this amulet is supposed to protect you from spells, why was Potter able to injure you.”
Corvus looked away. “I... er... took it off because I didn’t want to lose it. I forgot to bring it with me. I only realized it seconds before Potter cornered me.”
“Fine. I’ll walk you to your tower and we can do it there. As far as my memories go, it had to be the old man. He’s the only one around here who is powerful enough that I would not notice it. And Potter’s attack sounds like accidental magic, so he won’t be in trouble for that.”
“Ah, but he doesn’t know that,” said Corvus with a smirk, that his godfather mirrored. “What are you going to do about Dumbledore?”
“Nothing. He can’t know that I know. I need to remain in his service so when the Dark Lord returns we have inside information.”
“Lady Ravenclaw may have something that can help us there,” Corvus said, more to himself. At Severus’ questioning look, he clarified. “She made this extrememly intricate amulet for me, why not make one that will block obliviates or memory modification spells?”
“It’s an idea.”
Corvus stood from the couch- couch?- he was laying on and looked around the room. He had a moment of dizziness and felt himself tipping before Severus grabbed his elbow. “Why am I in your rooms?”
“With your blood loss I wanted to be sure you got enough potions. With the memory loss I didn’t know who to trust so I didn’t want to bring you to the infirmary.”
Corvus nodded and took a tentative step forward. When he knew he wasn’t too weak, he took another and they headed slowly to Ravenclaw Tower. “What time is it?” He asked Severus, noticing the dark outside the windows.
“Just past eleven”
Corvus was shocked, but nodded his head. He had been attacked around nine this morning. He was unconscious for more than twelve hours.
They entered the tower quickly where Severus sent everyone to their dorms. When it was clear, Corvus glanced at the portrait, which nodded, and he opened the door to the secret study.
Severus watched his godson walk to the bookcase, but before he could ask any question, the doors were opening.
“What-?” He started as he entered the room. He walked to the desk and saw the picture of Corvus lying on the desk.
Corvus noticed his godfather’s attention. “She Saw me,” he told his mentor. “A thousand years ago, she Saw me coming,” Severus could only nod his understanding.
“Severus Snape,” said a female voice.
The potion master’s head popped up at the sound of the voice, and his name sounding. He looked at the portrait of Ravenclaw and bowed at his waist. “Lady Ravenclaw, It is an honor. I thank you for helping my godson, though I hope he will never forget to wear it again.”
Corvus looked at the floor, embarrassed. “Hmmm. He had to learn his lesson.” She looked at Severus, “You want an amulet of your own, do you not?”
He nodded. “I do. I find I am missing moments from these past weeks. I cannot protect my godsons if I am being played with.”
“You do understand, he must not know that you are aware of his manipulations?”
Severus nodded again. “Of course, my Lady. I am Slytherin, am I not?”
The portrait smirked. “You are. Through and through.” She turned to Corvus. “The brick in the very center of the wall above the desk, pull it out and pull what lays beneath.”
Corvus did as directed. He removed the brick and pulled out two velvet pouches. He handed the black one to his godfather and kept the silver one for himself. They opened them when directed and gasped in awe.
Severus pulled out an onyx pendant carved into a panther, while Corvus had a silver bangle bracelet carved with a basilisk and a raven. A light magic flowed over the pieces and caressed the skin of the wizards.
“Severus, your pendant will block any obliviates. Once it is placed on, it can only be removed by yourself.” She turned to Corvus who was still looking over his bracelet with awe. “Corvus, yours is more specific. Instead of blocking others, it will enhance yours. Your Ravenclaw mind magics will begin to manifest at a faster rate because the pendant that you will wear contains my magic. This bracelet will help you control the powers as they come into fruition. There is still a learning curve, but it will not be as intense as if you did not have it.”
“Thank you Lady Rowena” Corvus replied as he stared at the beautiful piece. He slipped it onto his wrist and Severus ran his wand over it so that no one could remove it from his body. The Potions master did the same to his own pendant.
“It is time for you to go now. You are trained now Corvus, but as your magics manifest, you may come back for assistance with mastering them and training.”
The two wizards left the study and walked into the common room. Severus waited while Corvus ran to his room and quietly entered his trunk to retrieve his pendant. He quickly put it around his neck and returned to Severus, who cast the charm on it.
Severus silently left and made his way to his rooms through the dark halls of the castle.

{Edited 9-23-15}

A/N: And I'm back! I'm sorry about my lack of updates. Crazy things on my end. All right, thats enough Build up! lol Yes, super angsty. I warned you all it would be the world v. Corvus for a bit. Here is that bit. He will get his revenge, no worries.
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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