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

(19) Insurance
Time passed quickly for Corvus and his cousin. Potter continuously bullied and abused the young Lestrange, but there was never any proof. Unfortunately, Corvus’ tendency to be solitary was against him now. He didn’t have any friends, or acquaintances even, in Ravenclaw or the other houses. He spoke to some Slytherins and got along fine, but he really didn’t fit in there. Flint and the other upper years shielded him if they were nearby, but that was not very often.
He told Severus not to go to the Headmaster and hadn’t gone to his Head of House because he thought that after nearly killing him, the Boy Who Lived would lighten up on his attacks, but they only got worse. It was hard to be bullied in school so much, but he handled it. No one could really do anything. He had a plan and if it worked, he would have something permanent to hold over the Headmaster’s head.
Potter reminded him often that he was nothing more than a walking bulls-eye. “You may have family on the Board,” he told Corvus one day, “but you will learn that no one goes against the Boy-Who-Lived. My father is in the ministry and high up. He could cause no small amount of grief for your mother and other family members. Remember that before you try to get teachers involved, they all loved my father and his friends, The Marauders. I can’t get in trouble. And one spark of magic from you and you will be gone.” Then he smirked and walked away pompously.
Corvus wore the amulet constantly and it protected him from all spells cast his way in anger or with the intent to hurt or embarrass. So he was well protected against the jinxes and hexes cast at him by the Gryffindors.
But magic was not the only weapon in their arsenal.
Once Potter and his groupies realized that their magic had no effect on Corvus, they would attack in groups of three or more. They tried to take him solo, but his own training kept him from being knocked down. When they appeared in groups, he used his speed to his advantage and usually went to the library or his own common room to wait them out.
Corvus had continued to mention the issues in letters to both his mother and Lucius to no avail. He still received responses to his letters, so he knew they were receiving them, but it seemed they skipped over any mention of Potter or the abuse Corvus was receiving. He had theories about why this would happen, knowing how protective his mother was and how against Dumbledore they all were.
He would have to wait until the holidays to find out the truth, though he had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
()
He finally went to Professor Flitwick the third week of October with his issues after being cornered multiple times and barely escaping, but apparently the Headmaster was too busy to meet with them.
When somehow word spread that he was trying to meet with the Headmaster, Potter and his rats finally succeeded in cornering him. He was on his way to the Great Hall when they caught him. They took turns holding him down and beating him until a sound was heard down the hallway.
After the group ran, Corvus shook himself out and pulled his vials of healing potions out. He frowned at the half empty glass vials in his hand. One was for pain and the other for bruises. He cursed himself for not checking his bag before leaving his dorm that morning. He moved his body experimentally to gauge his injuries. Mostly bruises, but a dislocated shoulder that was going to be a pain to get set on his own.
He downed his potions quickly, with the ‘better something than nothing mindset’, and rested his head against the stone wall before hearing a voice call his name.
“What the hell happened to you, Cor?” came his cousin’s voice from behind his closed eyelids. He felt an empty vial pulled from his hand and Corvus opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow in a ‘do you really not know?’ sort of gesture.
“What do you think?”
Draco sniffed the vial. “Healing potions? Why not go to the infirmary?
“Seriously. Let me go to the infirmary where potions I would be administered would be regulated by a healer who is under the Headmaster’s control. A Headmaster who is essentially at Potter’s feet? Oh I don’t know,” he replied sarcastically.
His cousin let out a harsh breath. “I can’t believe he is getting away with this.”
“I do,” Corvus said matter of factly. “It’s Potter’s world, in Severus’ words, and it will bow before him. Anyone who does not bow, will be destroyed.” He smirked then added, “Well, they will try to destroy them anyway. Besides, I’m handling it. These are my own potions.”
Draco cursed “All right Cor, just, tell me if there’s anything I can do.”
“Actually, can you help me set my shoulder and wrap it? I think it’s dislocated.” Growing up learning dueling helped him recognize specific injuries, and how to fix them. Not to mention his fall at Lestrange Manor while leaving for King’s Cross.
Corvus held his breath as Draco set his shoulder. He pulled out a strip of fabric and his cousin wrapped him up to minimize movement. “Do you have anything for pain?”
“No. I’ll get something in a little while. I’m going to Flitwick now.”
“It’s about time,” the blonde mumbled, standing and then helping Corvus off the ground.
“I know Dray, trust me, I know. But there is a reason. Thanks for the help. I’ll see you later.”
“Later Cor.”
()
Corvus went straight to his Head of House and threatened to go to the Wizengamot with his memories if the Headmaster did not meet with him immediately. When they got no response, again, he gathered a bag of belongings and left through the front door of the castle. Just as he was reaching the gates, his name was called out and he saw Severus heading towards him at a quick pace.
The dark haired wizard was looking worried. “You should have just let me handle it.”
“I can handle a bit of pain, Sev,” Corvus replied. “This gives us leverage on top of everything else that he allows happen under his watch.”
“I still don’t like it. Nor did I like not telling your mother,” he said as they turned to walk back to the castle. “You realize she will have my hide nailed to her front door for this?”
Corvus snickered, “No, she won’t. She’ll understand my reasonings. Besides I wrote her about it in every letter. Not my fault she’s not responding. I have a feeling I know why, but I’m not worried. There’s no lasting damage. It’s only been a week beyond the major attack.”
Severus snorted and shook his head. “You do realize no one else will agree with that reasoning?”
“Why do you think I didn’t tell anyone else?” he replied with a smirk. “Besides, no one else will know.”
They met Professor Flitwick in the halls and Severus returned to his rooms, not wanting to be seen taking sides.
()
“Ah, what can I do for you young Corvus?”
Corvus didn’t even bother to correct the old man. “I think you know as I have been trying to meet with you for over a week. I was attacked in the hallway and essentially left for dead by a student. Even after that event I have been continually bullied and abused,” he continued, pointing to his shoulder. “I would like something to be done about it,” he said calmly.
“Surely you are exaggerating,” the old man replied with a wave of his hand. “Madame Pomfrey has not seen you at all.”
“It is true, Headmaster,” Professor Flitwick said. “I took the liberty of retrieving and viewing the Penseive memory as well as the memory from the walls of the castle. If not for the fact that he was so close to Severus’ rooms, he would have been dead and you would have a student up on murder charges. Madame Pomfrey did not see him because Severus has healed him.”
Dumbledore looked angry for a fleeting moment before returning his grandfatherly facade. The twinkle did not return. “Well,” he started “Filius. Was there any other magic than Charlie’s in the corridor?”
“No, Albus. Charlie’s magic is the only magic that resonates from the memories.”
“Pardon me, Professor, but I have also given pensieve memories of the encounter. He nearly killed me and all you are worried about is if I pulled my wand?” Dumbledore looked on silent. “All this time I have heard about Potter’s position in the ministry and how much damage can be done to my family. But you forget that I am Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Lestrange. I am a descendant of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. I am nephew to the House of Malfoy. I am done with your manipulative games. Potter may be your golden boy, but if it came to a head in the Ministry, I would come on top,” Professor Flitwick looked surprised, but proud.
Dumbledore was pale, but clearly angry. “Are you threatening-” he started to say, before being quickly cut off.
“Not at all professor. What you did to me in this office with only Potter supporters was threatening. What is done to me daily from your Gryffindor students is threatening and abuse. I am simply telling the truth.” When the silence extended too long, Corvus approached his head of house with his hand extended. “Memories please Professor.”
Filius pulled two vials from his pocket and handed them to his student. Dumbledore finally spoke up “Now Corvus, let’s not be hasty.”
Corvus closed his eyes. “Hasty? Hasty, he says,” he opened his eyes and coldly stared at the Headmaster. “I’ve gone two months with abuse from golden boy potter with no action from anyone! No teacher, not even you. I have healed myself countless times. Never any proof because I was forbidden to use my own magic, and since they decided to use physical attacks, there was no magic to be detected. He finally attacks with magic, nearly killing me, and you tell me I’m being hasty?!”
Corvus took a breath before continuing. He held up the vials of memories. “So I have three families in the Wizengamot willing to side with me and countless others who side with them... Not to mention, minister Fudge seemed to know Headmistress Befana. I think he may have a sensitive ear for me.”
Professor Flitwick remained during the whole meeting, but kept quiet. Corvus seemed to be handling it all as well as could be.
Dumbledore set his chin on steepled fingers. “What would you have me do? You know I have to keep the light side motivated and that means keeping Charlie Potter happy.”
“Hmm. And keeping the light side happy means letting said ‘Savior’ abuse and bully other students? Tell me who is going to follow someone like that? I’m supposedly on the Dark Side and I wouldn’t. I bet you even want to convert us poor dark souls.” Corvus said with a smirk. “Why would they come to a side that is the same if not worse than the other-”
“Worse? How could the light side be worse than the raping and murdering Deatheaters,” Dumbledore hissed angrily.
Corvus’ tilted his head to the side and stared at the old man like he was crazy. “You think that is all they are? You are ignorant. Aside from your ridiculous views, you and your light side already hate and abuse them and their children. What reason could you possibly give them? ‘We will protect you’? From who? You can’t even protect us from your own, how could you possibly protect us from your enemies?”
Finally, Dumbledore looked his age. He ran a hand down his aged face. “I will have a talk with Charlie.”
“A talk?” Corvus glanced at Flitwick who crossed his arms over his chest. “Like that will do any good? You will talk to him and his family. You will talk to your professors about ignoring the abuse of other students. He will be punished.”
“I believe detention until after the holidays, a ban from all quidditch games, and 100 points from Gryffindor ought to do it,” said the Ravenclaw head of house.
“A hundred- isn’t that extreme?”
“For a near murder, and two months of bullying, not to mention his housemates who joined in? I think it should be more,” Corvus spoke up.
“Alright alright!” Dumbledore put his hands up exasperated. “And those memories?”
“Oh, no. These stay with me. In a safe place of course,” he looked at the vials for a moment. “Though I have one more provision to this agreement. I will keep quiet and keep these vials for insurance. You will put into effect what Professor Flitwick said and I want permission to protect myself with my wand if needed. And for you to stop interfering with the mail.”
A look of shock swept across Dumbledore’s face before he could hide it. “I don’t...”
“I would think with all the bullying and abuse of authority going on that students would be writing home. I know I have written to both my mother and my uncle Lucius. But the wierd thing is... the one thing that I know they would have something to say about, even if it was to say ‘suck it up’, is the one thing they never mentioned.”
“I haven’t...” Dumbledore tried again. But he stopped when Corvus took a step towards the fireplace. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to call my mom to see the letters I’ve sent. I figure if anything she will be able to read the right version in these walls.”
“That’s not necessary. There was nothing...” Corvus grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it in. He took a breath to call out his destination, but stopped at a yell. “Alright. Mr. Lestrange. All your provisions will be met. We need to keep this out of the public lime light.”
“I still keep my memories. You will need to say something to cover your messing with the mail. Remember this. If he attacks again, provisions or not, these will go to the Wizengamot and the Daily Prophet.”
“I understand.” Dumbledore said. Then looked over Corvus’ shoulder and spoke loudly. “Charlie Potter has detention until after winter holidays,” a light flashed on a book sitting on his desk. “Charlie Potter loses one hundred points from Gryffindor,” a painting of the four house hourglasses reflected the change. “Charlie Potter is hereby banned from attending...”
“or playing” interrupted Corvus.
“or playing” Dumbledore sighed. “quidditch”.
Corvus gave a small bow. He pocketed his vials and turned to leave. “A pleasure, Headmaster.” He smirked as he turned, realizing Dumbledore didn’t argue with him using his wand, but he got the permission he needed anyway.
He paused as he heard Flitwick speak up “I better not see those points returned in the morning and those detentions will be with myself, Severus, or Filch. Not Minerva. She coddles that boy too much as it is. This is meant to be a punishment, not a treat.”
The charms professor then turned and followed Corvus out of the door.

{Edited 9-23-15}

A/N: Corvus finally gets sick and tired of the treatment. As hard as I try, I guess my characters are having extreme personality changes overnight. I will go back and re-read my chaps to see where I am going wrong and will let you all know when and if I edit this. I apologize if you are not enjoying my story, but i'm not a professional writer. I do this for fun and for a hobby, this is also the longest I have ever written and it is difficult! lol. My longest story prior to this is around 45000 words. Would you all rather I take a break from posting and finish writing first year, then post it that way?
To keep from jumping too much (again) I wrote this chappie. Samhain/Halloween will be posted tomorrow.
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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