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Corvus	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 23963 -:- 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. All plots and characters belong to J.K. Rowling and company.

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

(23) Push Me
Severus Snape ran through the halls behind the Gryffindor ghost, Nick. The ghost came flying into the Great Hall at an unbelievable speed before beginning to call for help. All the potions master had to hear was ‘Corvus’ and he went running.
He found Corvus on a landing, on his side with his arm contorted awkwardly. He grabbed the boy’s bag and levitated him carefully before heading up the stairs. He walked up two flights of stairs, one level, and found the Grey Lady speaking with a group of Gryffindors who seemed to be trying to pick themselves up.
Each was covered in boils that seemed to be rapidly spreading over their faces and hands... and probably other places judging by the winces as they moved.
If the situation wasn’t so serious, Severus Snape believed he would have laughed... maybe.
“What have you done?” came the ghostly voice of Helena Ravenclaw.
“Nothing,” said Charlie Potter, haughtily.
“You lie!” She shrieked. The boys paled at the sound but said nothing.
Severus stepped forward and sneered at the boys. “To the infirmary.” When no one moved, he snapped “NOW!”
They all moved then, jogging to the wing where Madam Pomfrey was sitting at her desk, filing end of term medical reports. She gasped as she saw Severus come in carrying the Lestrange boy.
“What happened?” she asked as Severus laid the young wizard on a bed.
“I’d like to know that myself” the Potions Master said as he looked at the group of boys. “What happened?” he growled out.
“That Ravenclaw Lestrange was causing problems and we didn’t want to take the slack from him, so we pushed him away,” Weasley sneered, the boils on his face still spreading. “Look at our faces! You saw us getting up from the floor.”
The hospital doors opened and Professor Flitwick came running into the room. “I highly doubt that, Mr. Weasley,” he said in an uncharacteristically cold voice, making the Gryffindors flinch.
Severus nodded. “There were five of you and one of him, that story does not make any sense,” he sneered.
The Potions Master looked at the Grey Lady for an explanation. “Nick and I came upon the altercation. I sent Nick to get you or another professor. I was so shocked by the behavior that I could not move,” she said with a gasp and started to wail.
“Helena, it is okay, Corvus will be okay. Please continue,” Professor Flitwick said soothingly, used to handling the often depressed ghost.
She sniffled and continued in a shaky voice. “Corvus was attempting to get to his dormitory when these five blocked his way. He confronted them about their harassment of him this term, but never raised his hands or went for his wand. He tried multiple times to walk around the group, but each time they pushed him back. On the third attempt, that red-head,” she pointed at Ron Weasley, “punched Corvus in the stomach and face while the boy with the red hair and glasses,” she pointed at Potter, “pushed him. As he was falling backwards, a blast of magic escaped from the young Lestrange and sent the other boys flying. And he just fell backwards down the stairs.”
Professor Flitwick was beyond himself and Severus had never been so angry in his life. “You...” He took a breath to keep from doing something he would regret. “You harass him all term. Then he tries to figure out why, never even moving to threaten you and you push him. Down a flight of stairs! You are very lucky that the stairs had not moved or I would have you expelled!” He looked at the three boys standing behind the red-headed duo, “And you three did nothing but stand there watching. Five against one... what brave lions you are.” His anger was coming off of him in waves and the windows in the wing were rattling.
The door to the infirmary opened and Minerva and Albus walked in. “What happened my boy?” came the false grandfather tone.
“Your golden boy almost killed Corvus Lestrange. Again. They have bullied him all semester while the professors stood by and did nothing. It stops here,” he looked at the group of boys. “While I believe you should be expelled, being a celebrity has it’s merits, does it not, Potter?” he spat. “Fifty points from Gryffindor,” The group began yelling about the unfairness, “EACH!” he hissed out. When they were finally quiet, he continued. “You will also each have three months of detention after the holidays, six weeks with Filch and six weeks with me.”
“Professor Dumbledore...” Potter whined.
“Now, Severus, don’t you think that is a little bit extreme?”
Professor Flitwick gasped. “Albus! Surely even you can see the severity of these events. A student was almost murdered by another student, one of such a high standing, no less. Dark Family or not, murder is murder. Not to mention that this is the second attack that could have ended in his death!”
Potter stood on the side looking bored and not the least bit concerned. “Well, he’s still alive, isn’t he?” he muttered to himself, but was heard by all those present.
“No, I do not think it is extreme,” came Severus’ silky voice. “If it were one of my Slytherins they would have been expelled a long time ago, but you let this continue. You let it get to the point where they were brave enough to almost kill him! Yet you sit there with a smile on your face, while a child lays in a bed in your school’s infirmary, broken!” He stepped towards the older wizard and spoke low so only he and Minerva could hear, “If I see any of those points back in those hour glasses, I will leave your service and never return. That is a promise”
“Severus! You can’t mean-”
“Oh, I do,” he said with a grim smile. “Add any of those points back and I’m gone. This house preference, from you, ends now. This coddling of a below average wizard who happens to be a celebrity stops now. I can tell you one thing, you will NOT keep this from the board.”
With that he spun towards Madam Pomfrey to get a report on how his godson was doing before he went to write to the Board of Governors. As he left, he could hear Potter complaining about the painful boils. He would have to remember to congratulate Corvus on a well cast hex even as he was falling.
()
Lucius Malfoy sat in his study going over the financials of his many investments. He rubbed his temples tiredly as he called on an elf for a drink.
A tapping at his window made his head shoot up. Who would be sending an owl this late? Then again, with his... associates... one would never know.
He opened the window and allowed Thanatos, Severus’ black eagle owl, to land on his arm. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and the bird stuck its foot out immediately and hooted with a seeming urgency.
“Alright, dear Thanatos,” he said soothingly as he pulled the missive from the bird’s leg. “I’m surprised to see you though, as Severus will be by tomorrow. I hope all is well.”
Eyebrows rose again as he noticed there were two letters. One had the more official address of ‘Board of Governors’ and the other ‘Head of House Malfoy’. Unrolling the letter, Lucius paled in anger as he read about what was happening at his nephew’s school; at his son’s school.
“Lucius Malfoy,
It is with an end of patience that I am writing to you and the Board of Governors of Hogwarts. This evening, not two hours before my writing this missive, a young first year student was pushed, down a flight of stairs. In retaliation, his magic escaped in a burst, leaving his attackers cover in painful boils.
This student has been bullied constantly by a group of first year boys from another house. He is a Ravenclaw, so the blame of house rivalry does not even show as a reason for this atrocious behavior.
I tire of watching other teachers turn their heads from this mistreatment and tonight was the last of it. I removed 250 points from the house, and assigned three months of detention, but it is not enough. If the culprit were a student from any other house, they would be suspended, if not expelled.
These are 11 year old children who should have to follow the rules that everyone else has to follow. This specialty treatment must stop.
I am looking to the Board of Governors for help in this matter. I fear that next time the attacked student will not survive.
Sincerely, with hope,
Severus Tobias Snape

Head of Slytherin House

Potions Professor

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”
He unrolled the other, much shorter letter, and paled as he fell into his desk. He had a feeling he knew who the student was, but seeing the proof knocked him off his feet, quite literally.
“Lucius,
I’m sure you have guessed by now that the bullying has been done by Potter and the Gryffindors. The abused student is our own Corvus. He has been pushed and bullied throughout this term and no teacher has tried to help. They turn their heads the other way.
I am ashamed to say that I did not do much to help either. It never happened in my presence so there was only so much I could do. Though the old man did mess with my memories in the first month of the term, so maybe that is untrue.
While I try to exact revenge in class, they are sure to never bully in my presence. Please tell me you have an idea on what to do. This last time was the worst. Potter showed no remorse for pushing someone down stairs. I fear for the life of my Godson now.
Severus”
Lucius had no idea how long he sat there before his wife walked into his study.
“Lucius?” she asked
His head snapped up and he handed her the missives as he ran to the fireplace. He called an emergency meeting of the Board of Governors.
Once the meeting was set, he turned to look at his pale, shaky wife, “The soonest they can meet is in four days, on the twenty-third.”
“Do we know how he is?” she asked him.
“No,” Lucius answered as he threw another handful of floo powder into the fireplace. “Lestrange Manor!”
()
Bellatrix Lestrange was preparing her home for the holidays. She had missed her son dreadfully and couldn’t wait to see him. His letters seemed very monotone if not borderline depressive and she worried about him. She had a bad feeling that he was keeping things from her in the beginning of the year, but after the first couple of months, he seemed to be fine again.
She was happy about his friends, Morag and Mandy though. He did not make friends easily, at least ones his own age, so it was good to see he had some company.
Suddenly her fireplace lit up. She cast a quick tempus with her wand and rose her brows at the late time. When she heard a voice calling to her, she ran.
“Ah, Madam Lestrange,” came the Headmaster’s voice. “I was wondering if I could step through for a moment?”
“No, sir, you may not,” she said coldly. “What can I help you with?”
“Just the duties of a Headmaster, my dear. I wanted to let you know that Corvus took a tumble down some stairs. He is quite well and just has a broken arm to mend.”
“Let me through so I can see him for myself.”
“I’m afraid that is impossible. It is quite late and I would hate to disturb any students.”
“Students are in their dorms and he is my son, Headmaster, I have a right to see him. Especially if he is injured.”
“He is fine, Madam. I’ll open the floo for you in a couple of days. You know we keep it closed over holidays.”
“I think not. I will either send my solicitor or my family physician to see him. A broken arm mends overnight, there is no reason for him to stay there more than that.” She said accusingly.
“Tomorrow then,” He agreed, though the twinkle in his eyes dimmed slightly. “Goodnight Madam.”
“Headmaster, you better not be lying about my son’s condition,” she yelled before his head disappeared.
His blue eyes twinkled with a renewed vigor at her as his head disappeared from the fireplace.
She didn’t realize that she had missed a call from her brother-in-law. She sat on the floor hard, frozen and unsure what to do.
()
The next day, Draco Malfoy paced through his bedroom at Malfoy Manor, waiting on news of his cousin. He could not believe that Potter got off with points deduction and a few months detention. It was disgusting.
His father and godfather were in a rage and drinking in the study, so Draco just stayed clear of them. He felt bad enough about not paying more attention to his cousin, about as bad as Severus was feeling, so he kept to himself.
That day was Yule and his cousin was apparently still unconscious. It would be the first time that Corvus would not be able to greet the sun since he was six years old. He was not going to be happy.
Draco wanted to visit his cousin, but his godfather said no one was allowed to visit. He couldn’t find it in him to visit his Aunt Bellatrix either. He really didn’t want to stress her out.
So the blonde remained in his room, not even joining his family for dinner. He ate his meals on his own and began his holiday work.

{edited 9-25-15}

A/N: Alright, Sev's reactions and more manipulations from the old coot!
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