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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: *Ducks and hided from pitchforks, torches, tars and feathers* I'm sorry! BUT! I'm back. I've added content to chapters 14-19 (not much, but can't hurt to reread) One specific addition is in chapter 14 Hogwarts Express. I finally put in why the bracelet didn't come with him. Mainly they realize that the bracelet won't work with healing charms, and they didn't want him showing anyone his parseltongue until the last possible moment. Also, while re-writing, i had to add 1500 words to this chapter! lol
Enjoy! And again sorry for the wait!

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

(20) Samhain
After his meeting with Dumbledore, Charlie Potter couldn’t attack Corvus magically or physically, but the boy took every opportunity to verbally berate the young Lestrange.
However, by now, Corvus was used to the insults that were repeated again and again. ‘Death Eater’ was the most often used and Corvus just raised his brow at the Gryffindors in a disbelieving manner. He was only 11 after all.
‘Pick your battles wisely’ was something his mother used to tell him when he and Draco would argue growing up. He was using that same concept now. He knew the words coming from Potter’s mouth were born mostly of ignorance, so he refused to retaliate.
So other than that small reaction, he just ignored whatever was said to him. There were times where he desperately wanted to send every hex that he knew at the arrogant git that used to be his brother, but that was more when the insults extended to his mother or Severus. His family had been good to him and he hated when someone spread lies about them. Outside, he was a cool calm, with a raised eyebrow every now and then, but inside he was a maelstrom of anger. It was this main reason he kept his mouth shut. The goddess only knows what curse would fly from his mouth if his lips parted at all.
He knew ignoring the duo just made them angrier, but he would be damned before he had any reason Potter could play the ‘poor boy-who-lived-was-instigated’ card. They would try their hardest to get a reaction from him, but he refused to acknowledge any childish actions they tried. He was well trained in Occlumency and used that knowledge to control his emotions and reactions.
Granger didn’t seem to approve of their actions, and he wasn’t really sure how he felt about that yet. Apparently the muggleborn was pulled right into their group to help them with their homework and studies. Can’t have golden boy getting less than stellar grades, now can we? He had no doubt that Dumbledore had a hand in that arrangement.
And he didn’t know how to feel about that either. She was intelligent, but in a pushy way. A veritable know-it-all who considered the written word as law. That sort of attitude would definitely be harmful to wizarding society, especially since the written word nowadays had to be approved by the ministry.
Did all muggleborns act like this upon entering the wizarding world? It’s possible if that is the only way for them to learn about the new world they are thrust into. He had never really known any muggleborns other than his birth mother, so he was still leaving the option for opinions open.
He of course knew he was harsh to her on the train, but really? Who barges into a closed compartment? A door is closed, you knock. It’s really not that hard. That is just common manners. Surely even muggles know how to knock.
()
The week after the meeting with Dumbledore was much easier to get through than the previous weeks. Before they knew it, Samhain was upon them, though all the muggle-borns and many half-bloods kept calling it Halloween. Pure-bloods just kept from commenting or naming the holiday directly.
In all his years of reading, the most fascinating subjects Corvus came upon was the Celtic Wheel of the Year. Being alone for so long living with the Potters, he needed something else. Something fulfilling. He did his first ritual at 6 years old while James and Lily had taken Charlie trick or treating.
When he found out it was illegal to perform the rites, he was angry, but he didn’t let up. He would stay up and greet the sun on Yule as well.
The night’s feast was full of sweets and candies. Corvus was happy that at least the dinner stuck more with tradition with foods that corresponded with the harvest. Fresh grain bread, vegetables such as beets and corn, and pork and beef dishes were spread along the table. There was even apple cider to drink.
Corvus made sure to take an apple and put it in his pocket. Once the meal was over, he walked over to Draco and told him to do the same. The two cousins then left the castle and walked to the edge of the forbidden forest.
“What is this all about?” Draco drawled, annoyed.
“I’m sick of hearing about the muggle Halloween. This day is not about costumes and candy. It’s about honoring our ancestors and paying respects to the dead.” Corvus said, making Draco stand up taller.
“Well, you could have said that inside.”
Corvus snickered at his put out friend. “Most of the rites are illegal Draco. I had to be cautious,” his cousin looked alarmed and looked around them to be sure no one else was there. “Don’t worry this is not illegal. It’s not really considered a rite or ritual by the ministry because of the simplicity. It is the most basic tradition I have found. I have no desire to commune with the dead, though I think they should be honored and respected.”
Draco nodded. “While father has no issues with magics of a ... less than positive history, he never approached the Sabbats. I have only read about them.” Corvus nodded his head in understanding and let his cousin think through his decision. Finally the blond looked into teal eyes “All right, what do I do.”
“Follow me,” Corvus said. He laughed as Draco looked absolutely scandalized to have to kneel in the dirt. He dug a hole with his hands that was about six inches deep and placed the apple in the hole. As he dropped the apple in he said, “May the souls that roam the earth this Samhain night find nourishment on their journey between the worlds.”
He heard Draco repeating his words as he felt a cool breeze ruffle his hair. He looked over at the blonde and smiled at the serene expression on his face. “That was interesting,” the blonde said.
Corvus chuckled and stood from the ground, cleaning himself off with a wave of his wand before helping his cousin stand. “Simple, but enough to feel connected and accomplished. Next year I want to do a ‘Dumb Supper’. Granted it’s done mostly by Neo-Pagans nowadays, but I like the idea behind it. I think many Slytherins may even appreciate it.”
“What’s a Neo-Pagan?” Draco asked as they walked back to the castle.
“Neo Pagans are muggles who want to honor the old ways.” At his cousin’s disbelieving stare, he continued, “They honor gods and goddesses of old, from many different traditions. Norse, Celtic, African, Japanese. Whatever they feel a calling to. They can cast circles, create protection amulets, and even create spell pouches and salves. There is magic in everything, Draco. Though they have no magical core, they can use the energy and magic from the air and the earth.”
“I... guess... I can understand that,” Draco replied, unconvincingly. “And the Dumb Supper?”
“Its a general dinner with a couple of specific differences. The ‘dumb’ in ‘Dumb Supper’ refers to being silent throughout the meal. Everyone has a place setting, but there are also place settings for people who have passed on. It’s essentially inviting them to join you for dinner, showing respect and honor at their memories. I think Slytherins who lost someone in the first war would appreciate it.”
Draco nodded his head and was lost in thought. Suddenly they heard screams coming from the Great Hall and a booming ‘Silence’ from the Headmaster. The two stayed outside the doors to hear what was going on.
“Prefects lead your housemates to your dorms, now. Quickly and quietly,” they heard him say.
Corvus pushed himself against the wall, a bad feeling coming over him. As students left the hall, they each mingled with their own house and followed them to the common rooms.
As he walked, he heard a couple of Ravenclaws talking about a troll being let loose in the castle. Another couple of girls were speaking of the muggleborn Granger crying in the third floor bathroom all day. He froze remembered a confrontation he had witnessed between Weasley, Potter and Granger earlier in the day.
//FLASHBACK//
Corvus was making his way through the library when he heard what sounded like the beginning of an argument. Just as he went to walk past, he recognized the voice of Potter and stopped short.
“You’re supposed to do the work,” he hissed
“No. I’m supposed to help you do your own work. You think I am going to do my work and then yours and his on top of my own?” came the harsh whisper of the female of the trio.
“Yes!” came the voice of Weasley.
Granger huffed in annoyance. “I agreed to helping, tutoring if needed, assistance in classes. NOT to write your papers and do your homework or let you copy my own!”
Weasley scoffed. “The only reason you are here is to do the work for us. That’s what we were told. You’re nothing but the brains. Haven’t you noticed that no one else will talk to you? You’re an insufferable know-it-all muggleborn, who is supposed to KNOW to do our work”
Corvus was surprised he was able to hear all this conversation as it was in low whispers. He wondered how the hat could ever have considered Potter for Slytherin- his cunning was surely lacking.
“If that’s how you feel,” she said in a thick voice.
“Yes, it is. Now, here is...”
“Oh no. That wasn’t my agreeing,” she stated coldly. He could have sworn he heard a smirk in her voice as both boys sputtered incoherently. “You’re on your own. I thought we were friends, but we’re not, are we? Instead all you care about is being lazy and having me here to do your work for you. Well, guess what? You’re on your own now.”
“You can’t!” said Potter, not even trying answer the part of not being friends.
“Watch me,” she hissed.
Corvus shifted and watched as the red heads stared after the bushy haired witch who quickly left the library.
//END FLASHBACK//
Corvus weighed his options. Should he help the muggleborn? Isn’t she all rules and authority? Maybe, but he couldn’t just leave her... She was innocent and shouldn’t die... his intuition was screaming at him now...
Corvus made his way back towards the dungeons. He was just stepping off the third floor stairs when he heard a scream suddenly coming from the girls bathroom. He called mentally to Huginn to alert Severus or Professor Flitwick and ran to the room.
He quickly assessed the scene as he entered. The first thing he noticed was the horrible stench and the 10 foot tall grey mass standing in the middle of the room. It’s attention was focused on the right side of the room where the stalls were missing the top halves (which were actually splintered all over the bathroom.) He could hear Granger sniffling and moaning as the Troll began stepping closer.
Knowing spells would not penetrate the thick skin, Corvus picked up a nearby splinter the size of his arm and threw it at the Troll’s head. The grey mass shook and looked around, but didn’t turn. Corvus repeated his actions, this time yelling as well.
Heart in his throat, Corvus watched as the massive being turned it’s eyes on him. The eyes widened, and the young wizard quickly sent a conjunctivitis curse at them.
The troll dropped it’s club and staggered around, yelling and moaning. Corvus yelled for Granger, but she was either unconscious or frozen to her spot. He hoped she was still alive at least.
He jumped as he felt something brush his cloak and watched as the Troll blindly grabbed at the air. Where were the teachers? They shouldn’t take so long with as much noise as they were making!
The Troll moved it’s hands and tried to open it’s eyes, where Corvus again shot the curse. He waited a moment and when the Troll opened it’s jaws to yell, he aimed a bludgeoning curse at the inside of it’s mouth.
He stood frozen to the spot as the being’s head exploded and the huge body fell backwards.
Once the mirrors finally stopped vibrating, he again called out to the witch. When no answer came, he stepped over the huge grey body and peered into the stalls. Granger was huddled against the wall, knees to her chest, forehead on her knees and hands covering her ears. He yelled her name and still got no reaction.
‘I know I’m going to regret this’ he thought to himself as he reached out to tap her shoulder. Sure enough, she came to, hands flying. “Granger!” he tried. “HERMIONE GRANGER!” he finally screamed as loud as he could.
The hands froze and she looked up at him, red rimmed brown eyes panicked. He returned his wand to it’s holster and put his hands in front of him to show he meant no harm. Once he could see she had visibly relaxed, he put a single hand out, palm up and waited for her to grab it.
It took a few moments, but the Gryffindor finally realized he was not going to hurt her. She put her hand in his and stood from her spot on the wall. She glanced around the room and turned green at the sight of the headless body. Before she could fall to her knees again, Corvus tucked her to his side, head turned, and walked her from the bathroom. Just as they cleared the doors, McGonagall, Snape, Quirrell, and Dumbledore came to them.
“Took you long enough,” Corvus sneered. His eyes softened at his godfather, who he gave a slight nod to as he walked past the four.
It took twice the time, but he eventually got the young witch to the Hospital Wing, where Poppy Pomfrey descended on them like a mother hen. Corvus quickly stepped out of the matron’s clutches and pushed Granger into them.
Twenty minutes after their arrival, Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall arrived at the hospital wing. “Explain yourselves!” the stern witch exclaimed.
Corvus raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome,” he said annoyed. He turned to Severus and began his explanation. “Being it is Samhain I wanted to do something for the holiday that reflected our traditions more than the muggle holiday. Draco and I left with an apple each and buried them on the edge of the forest.” Understanding lit through all the eyes in the room. “I did not perform a full rite, so I am within the limits of the law,” he said, not wanting them to try anything else with him. “We then turned and headed back to the castle. When we were on the outside of the Great Hall, we heard screams. I pushed Draco against the wall to keep from being trampled and we joined with our housemates as they left the hall.
“I was following the Ravenclaws when I heard a couple talk about the Troll that was loose in the dungeons and another couple talk about how Granger had been in the third floor girls room, crying all day.” Here he glared at the witch’s Head of House. “Seriously, the whole school was talking about it, how did you not know?” he shook his head and returned his eyes to his godfather. “I told Huginn to get to you, or Professor Flitwick, and lead you and I ran to the bathroom hoping that I could grab her and get her to her dorms before the Troll went exploring further.”
“That didn’t work out as you planned I take it?” Severus asked with a slight quirk of his lips.
“No. Just as I reached the third floor I heard a scream and ran to find the troll already there. I grabbed it’s attention and cast a conjunctivitis curse at it’s eyes. When it moved it’s hands from the eyes, I cast it again. When he screamed, I cast a bludgeoning curse into it’s mouth.”
All four adults in the room stared at him disbelievingly. Silently he handed his wand to Severus who cast Priori Incantatem on his wand showing a bludgeoning curse, two conjunctivitis, and some wingardium leviosa’s from that days charms lesson.
Severus nodded at him and took him aside to run diagnostic charms to be sure he was okay.
Corvus looked over to the screened bed that Pomfrey had hidden Granger behind while he had explained what had happened. He certainly held no love for the witch, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to die.
As the nurse bustled from behind the curtain over to him, he asked “Is she okay?”
The nurse paused and looked at the young wizard skeptically. “Just a bit of shock and some small scrapes. She will be fine.”
Corvus nodded and stood to leave. “Professor Snape has already looked me over, Madam. Good Evening.” He left without waiting for a response.
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The silence in the common room was deafening as Corvus entered. He headed straight for his own rooms instead of dealing with any questions. People would probably ask why. And honestly, other than he didn’t want an innocent to die, he didn’t have a reason. And that reason had been too simple. He went to his bed and pulled out his Blood Magic book for his Durmstrang class. It was a hard class without being able to do any practical work, but luckily, there were a lot of books in the La Fey vault on the subject. About an hour into his reading and finishing an essay, a knock came on the door. He called enter without looking up and finished up the last sentence of his essay before putting it into the vanishing box supplied by the Academy.
Corvus looked up to find McDougal, Goldstein, Corner, and Bracklehurst standing just inside the door. “What do you want?” he asked in an annoyed tone.
“We know you’re more intelligent and studious than social, but relax. We just wanted to say we thought it was brave of you to go after the Troll like that,” Goldstein, a tall boy with sandy hair and brown eyes, said. “We were also wondering why you weren’t in Gryffindor,” He finished smirking.
Corvus snorted. “Hat didn’t even consider Gryffindor, said I would scare them within the week.”
“And what did you say?” asked Bracklehurst, who was a shorter girl with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A typical German, he snorted mentally.
“I said I could do better,” he replied with a wink. “Honestly though, I didn’t go after the Troll. I heard Granger was crying all day and wanted to be sure she was out of the bathroom and safe in her tower.”
“Going for a muggleborn. I figured they would be too low for Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Lestrange. You are obviously not completely light with the courses you are studying,” said Corner snootily.
Corvus stood up and sneered at the boy in front of him. “And what about the classes I am taking? What business is it of yours. I can’t perform the practical portions, so there’s no danger,” Véurr hissed from his sleeve.
“I’m just saying I was surprised you went to save a mudblood,” the boy snapped back.
“Nice language. I’d be careful where I let my tongue slip if I were you. You are not in the den of snakes after all,” Corvus replied, steel in his voice. “And for your information, I am neither light, nor dark. I don’t hold the views of either side. I’ve been raised to have a mind of my own, thank you.”
Véurr hissed ::he is a foul one, is he not?::
Corvus looked at his familiar and nodded his agreement. He looked at the others and felt for his magic to aid him. He felt a slight maliciousness coming from the boys, but not the girls. He would let them make the first step.
“If that is all,” he said, turning his back on them and returning to his bed. He heard a couple of footsteps as the door closed. He took a breath before speaking again. “What can I help you with?” he asked, turning to see the girls still standing in the room. The two looked shocked.
Chuckling, he directed the two girls to come and sit on his bed. They looked wary, but did not run. “Bracklehurst, McDougal. I have no qualms with you. Myself and my familiars can... sense... malicious intent. Which neither of you have.”
“It’s Morag,” McDougal replied, her chestnut brown hair brushed past her elbows and her hazel eyes inquisitive.
“Morag then,” he said and nodded his head at her. “You may call me Corvus.”
“Mandy,” the other girl said softly, holding out her hand. He took in and squeezed lightly.
“Mandy,” he said giving them a smile, which they returned. “Why are you two really here?”
“Well... I’ve noticed the books you study for your other courses on top of everything we learn here and wanted to get to know you better. The subjects you read about are most interesting,” Morag said
Corvus smirked. “Ah, but what would your parents think about you looking at my books, hmmm?”
Mandy snorted, “Mami and Papi would be proud.” Corvus raised an eyebrow. “I would have gone to Durmstrang, but my friends were coming to Hogwarts and I wanted to stay with them.” She peeked to the side at Morag.
“And there would be no way my parents would ever let me go to Durmstrang” Morag said
“Light Freaks?” he asked.
“Of the worse kind,” she replied with a grimace.
“So why are you interested in it then?”
“I don’t understand why it is banned in Britain, but not elsewhere. I mean, we still use blood wards, but other than that the blood magics are illegal. There is no literature to explain this to us, they just say ‘these spells are dark, these spells are light.’ So we can’t cast the ‘Avada Kedavra’ but we can slit someone’s throat with ‘Difindo’? The spell doesn’t make it dark, what makes it dark is the intention the spell is used in!” she ranted.
Corvus just smiled at her. “And you, Mandy? Just because your family believes in it?”
“No, I have a mind of my own thank you,” she said smirking, realizing she was repeating what Corvus had stated earlier. “I was raised to understand magic the same as you.”
Corvus hummed under his breath. “Good to know,” he said with a crooked smile. “Are either of you trained in Occlumency?”
Mandy nodded while Morag shook her head. “Well it would be nice to discuss more with you, so get trained up Morag. Mandy, if you could help her? I could probably dig up some books to help. Although I can read these books and take these classes, I can’t show them to you legally because you’re not enrolled in the classes. I had to get special permission from the Board of Governors and while I am here it is all theoretical work. Any practical work I will need to complete over my holidays.”
“That’s understandable and we wouldn’t want to get you in trouble”
“For the time being, avoid making eye contact with older wizards, especially the Headmaster. Professor Snape is also a Leglimens, but won’t mind what you are reading.” He paused for a moment, considering something, “Why don’t we start a study group? My trunk has multiple compartments and includes 2 rooms: a library and a potions lab.”
The girls looked at him with shock. “That would be great!” said Morag excitedly.
“Also with the Occlumency, not everyone can learn it. It’s not to say you are weak minded or anything, just some witches and wizards cannot learn the art,” Morag nodded but looked disappointed. “But,” he started and her head shot up, “we may be able to find something else that would mimic Occlumency.” He was thinking of Severus’ recently acquired amulet.
Mandy nodded and looked thoughtful. “I think we can figure something out,” she said.
“Alright, so study group,” Corvus said and lifted the lid to his trunk. He cast a silencing bubble around himself and the trunk and hissed his password to enter the library. He dropped the charm and waved the girls over and told them to climb down a spiral staircase that they could see.
Both girls looked cautious, so Corvus stepped forward first. He stepped into his trunk and walked down the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he made sure his LeFay and Ravenclaw books were not visible. He sat at his desk and pulled out parchment and a quill.
“Wow,” came a hushed voice from behind him.
“Welcome to CHV Library” he said with a smirk
“CHV?” Mandy asked
“Corvus, Huginn, and Véurr,” he replied, his smirk turning into a grin. “Now as far as a study group, we need a plan. We can study the Hogwarts core subjects and I’ll allow you to read my books and ask questions. Since I’m learning too, I can’t teach you, but we can work together. We should come up with a study schedule so if anyone asks us we can all answer the same.”
The girls nodded in agreement and the three spent the next half hour working out a study schedule. By time they were done, it was near curfew so the girls left with copies of the schedule and headed to their own dorm. Corvus climbed out of his library and locked it up before heading to bed. He was sure to ward it to keep others out of his belongings.

{edited 9-24-15}
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