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Corvus	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 23963 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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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::

:/:Telapathic Parseltongue:/:

/mind-to-mind with Huginn/

'thoughts'

"Normal Speech"

A/N: Hello, Lovelies! Okay this is super short and I apologize for that fact, but it needed doing.

All bold text is from Chamber of Secrets (well, mostly. I usually add character reactions and such between dialogue. You'll be able to tell the difference.

(32) Diagon Alley & Year 2 Begins

Corvus received his grades and school letter a couple of weeks after his trip to Durmstrang. He was unsurprisingly the top of every class bar Transfiguration and Herbology. Transfiguration because of McGonagall playing favorites and Herbology because a Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom, was a true Prodigy in the subject.

Even with those classes, however, Corvus was top in the school. He was quite happy that he beat Granger out by a significant margin.

Astronomy- O (1st in class)

Charms- OO (1st in class)

Defense against The Dark Arts- OO (1st in class)

Herbology- O (2nd in class)

History of Magic- Correspondence (1st in class-Stregonaria)

Potions- O (1st in class)

Transfiguration- O (3rd in class)

Overall: Top 1st year for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the year 1991

Stregonaria:

Healing Arts: O (2nd in Class)

History of Magic- O (1st in class)

Overall: Not Applicable

Durmstrang:

Blood Magic: OO (1st in class)

Overall: Not Applicable

Once they had their letters, it was time to pick up school supplies again. Unfortunately the day they picked also seemed to be the day of the great Gilderoy Lockhart signing.

Corvus sighed heavily as he looked at the line extending out of the store. He quickly went to the upper level with Draco, away from the crowd.

There were no new books and nothing to assist with his new courses, so the two ended up returning to the main floor to collect their curriculum books. The two cousins were brought out of their search at the sound of a large group of people entering the store.

At the end of the line, Charlie Potter stood surrounded by a gaggle of Weasleys and his own parents. The boy was now wearing much thicker glasses thanks to the poison he consumed in June. It ended up having a negative effect on his optic nerve. Not bad enough for him to go completely blind, but enough for him to be helpless without the lenses. Corvus wondered if the idiot had them spelled against summoning or other damages. He snorted at that though, highly doubtful.

The incident had not been reported in the newspaper, but that wasn't surprising. If Dumbledore told the public what had happened he would have to come up with reasons why he allowed things to happen. Everyone thought the old man was omniscient, knowing everything that went on in the school, therefore making it easier for him to keep the children safe. By letting that story get out, he would either prove that he could not keep the school safe, or prove that he was behind the whole scheme.

When asked about the reason that Charlie's glasses were now thicker, the Potters just said that their son had strained his eyes trying to learn as much as he could the past year. The Lestrange's had a particularly long laughing fit when they read that news. Any trained mediwizard could easily correct that story, but none were willing to go against the Potters.

A sudden gasp brought the youngest Lestrange out of his musings.

"Is it really? It can't be- Charlie Potter!" The two cousins looked on with rolling eyes as the Potter Heir smiled wider and wider as Lockhart spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is. When young Charlie stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me- which incidentally is currently celebrating its 27th week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller list- he had no idea that he would in fact, be leaving... with my entire collected works, free of charge!"(**quote from CoS)

The entire store broke into applause and Charlie smiled for the cameras. He shook hands with the blonde idiot before making his way back towards the Weasley's. He dropped the books into the cauldron of a young female redhead, earning him a grateful smile from the Matron of the brood.

"Bet you loved that Potter!" His cousin sneered from beside him. It took all of Corvus' power not to roll his eyes at the boy's antics. "Famous Charlie 't even go into a bookshop without being surrounded by your fanboys."

"Leave him alone!" yelled the smallest redhead, cheeks pink. "You're just jealous!"

Here Corvus did snort. Unfortunately it drew the eyes to him standing beside his cousin, so he spoke and entered the conversation. "And why exactly would we want a blond ponce like that pawing at us?" he said to the girl. He turned to Potter next, "You're going to have to fight for attention this year, Potter. But then again, seems like you have enough. Got yourself a girlfriend? A bit young, don't you think?" He smirked as the girl blushed brilliantly.

They headed out of the store only to run into the other Weasley parent. Corvus noticed his mother fidget a moment beside him before Lucius rolled his eyes. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Arthur Weasley."

"Lucius," the man replied stiffly.

"Such a busy time at the Ministry," his uncle continued. "All those raids. I hope they're paying you overtime." Long pale fingers reached into the girl's cauldron and removed a battered copy of 'A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration'. "Obviously not." He sneered. "Dear me. What's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizards if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Corvus was annoyed. Couldn't they just leave? Was this drama really necessary? He let out a low sigh, only heard by his mother who ignored it.

Arthur Weasley's voice brought him out of his inner dialogue. "We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizards, Lucius." Here his eyes passed over Corvus, and the young Lestrange sneered.

How dare he!? His son is the worst sort of wizard. The nerve! A calming hand was placed heavily on his shoulder and he turned to see his Uncle Rabastan gripping him in place.

Obviously Lucius wasn't going to let that go and continued his banter. Corvus saw Lucius' eyes glance at a couple before unseen, with Granger standing between them. "Clearly. The company you keep Weasley. And I thought your family could sink no lower."

A pureblood with Muggles? Not even Muggleborns, but Muggles? Corvus and Draco sniggered below their breath. Mr. Weasley jumped forward and slammed his fist into the blonde wizard's jaw. Suddenly a large body stood between the two.

"Ignore 'im Arthur" came Hagrid's gruff voice.

Corvus watched his uncle throw the book back into the cauldron, confused to see two books now. He glanced at his Uncle who made no move to collect the other book. Maybe I was mistaken and he pulled out two books to begin with? He asked himself.

Their group finally turned and left, the parting remarks of Hagrid echoing in their ears "...Rotten to the core, the whole family..."

()

"Stupid light brainwashed bastards," Corvus cussed as he left the floo.

Before he made it two steps, he felt a cuff around his head. "Watch your mouth Corvus Cygnus Lestrange!" His mother hissed at him.

The boy dipped his head. "Sorry mum. That idiot red head upset me is all."

"Don't worry, Corvus," said Lucius. "He'll get what's coming to him."

Corvus brightened some, "Oh and what is it that you have planned?"

Lucius smirked and shook his head, "No worries, young Corvus. They will pay and that is all you need to know."

Corvus wasn't happy with that answer, but knew he wouldn't get anything else out of the man.

()

Somehow time had flown by and it was time to pack for Hogwarts again. As usual, Corvus spent a day making sure he had everything packed. He was triple checked by every member of the family to be wearing all of his amulets and to make sure he had his spare wand on him.

The train ride was quiet. The other boys conversed easily about their summers, Corvus putting in an opinion every now and again as he was known to do. Other than that, he spent the time reading through Ravenclaw's journals.

In them, she discussed the founding of Hogwarts, including how Myrrdin, or Merlin as he is better known, was a part of it's creation.

When he finally got to the story of Slytherin's family, his heart broke and he understood why the dark wizard went against the muggles.

Muggles were trusted by the witches and wizards. They even traded, potions and plants for vegetables and eggs. The parents of the school children especially wanted their children to have control, instead of accidentally lashing out at someone.

That all changed when a teenage witch was raped. Her magic protected her when the men who had her tried to pin her. They all flew backwards into the walls of the building, gravely injured from the impact. Sal's wife had run to the village to help heal the wounded, but ended up caught by friends of the injured. They didn't believe she was there to help and instead lashed out and raped and mutilated both her and the first witch.

From that point on the village, now called Hogsmeade, was warded against all non-magics from entering. Squibs could enter and remain, but most chose to leave the world they felt they could never truly be a part of.

Corvus was pulled from his reading by someone calling his name.

"Blood hell Lestrange!" said Blaise Zabini. "We've been calling you for ten minutes. Get your robe on, we're almost there."

Corvus nodded and quickly donned his school robes. When the train stopped, they jumped off. Huginn flew to the castle while the boys stepped into horseless carriages.

()

Corvus greeted both Mandy and Morag with a one armed hug, shocking the girls. He laughed it off, but couldn't help himself. The three had kept in touch over the summer via owl post, but he missed his study partners.

They chatted through the meal about their summers, well... mostly Corvus explained the ritual he did with Véurr to the amazement of the girls.

Suddenly Filch was seen hobbling up to the head table where he spoke to Severus. Corvus locked eyes with his cousin as Severus ran from the hall. Slowly the mutterings began again.

Severus entered a half hour later looking angry and satisfied at the same time. At Corvus' raised brow, he shook his head. He would get it out of the man later.

()

Severus heard the knock on his door and knew who he would find behind it. "Come in Draco, Corvus"

The boys entered grinning. "How did you know?" the young Ravenclaw asked.

The potions master scoffed, "I knew a shake of the head wouldn't be enough for you two." Sure enough the two glanced at each other before looking at him questioningly. He let out a heavy sigh and brandished a newspaper. On the front was a picture of a flying car.

"W-what?" Draco stuttered. "What fool was flying a car in muggle London?!"

Here Severus smirked. "Weasley. With his passenger Potter. They flew from Kings Cross and made a crash landing into the Whomping Willow." Both boys winced at that. "Oh they're fine. Though again, I suggested expulsion and was denied"

Draco and Corvus laughed until tears sprung from their eyes. Severus was pouting!

Dark eyes narrowed. "To bed with you both!" he snarled. But both boys simply tapered off their laughing before giving him a hug and leaving.

()

Corvus entered his dorm room shocked. There was only a single bed. He didn't mind having the room all to himself this year, but he still wanted to know why. He waited with the rest of his house for Professor Flitwick's annual welcome speech to ask.

The small Professor entered and all conversations stopped. Though small in stature, the Charms Professor exuded an aura of confidence and power that demanded respect. It wasn't like Dumbledore who forced his demands on others due to his accomplishments and power, but rather that the man's quiet disposition made for more respect. He didn't need to tell you to respect him, and he never would. Everyone just knew to do it.

The Ravenclaw Head of House cleared his throat before starting. "Welcome new students to Ravenclaw, and welcome back for those returning. This house is your home for the year and your house mates are your family. If you have a problem with someone, come to me or a prefect.

"Ravenclaw house is known to be the House of those of wit and learning. While I would never doubt or go against that, we are more then test scores and books. I highly suggest getting to know your fellow housemates and making friends in the other houses. Slytherin included." Some of the newer students gasped in suprise. "Yes. Slytherin. The house of snakes is the house of the ambitious and cunning. Their symbol is a snake because their founder was a parselmouth. Just because a child is sorted into Slytherin, does not mean they are or will be dark. Those sorted tonight are after all only eleven years old. How can we judge them now? We are the house of the wise. Use that wisdom to make logical conclusions."

The Professor paused a moment to let all he said sink in. He waited a couple of minutes before continuing, "Now, onto business. Prefects will escort all first years to their classes and the great hall for the first two weeks so they can get used to the castle. Tomorrow morning at breakfast you will receive your timetables. If you have any questions, I'll be staying for the next half hour. If not, please head to bed."

As the students filed out, Corvus stood to the side to wait for his chance to speak with the Professor. It took about ten minutes, but he did finally get to approach.

"Good Evening, Professor. How was your summer?" he asked, cordially.

"Very well Corvus. Thank you for asking. And yours?"

"Educational as always Professor," he answered with a smile.

"Well I hope you had some down time," Corvus nodded. "Good, good. I also hope that this year is an improvement over last year."

"I believe it will be Professor. Then again, anything would be an improvement over last year." They both chuckled for a moment. "Professor. I noticed my room only has a single bed..." he said and trailed off.

"Ah. I was going to talk to you about that, Corvus. Apparently your year mates have a problem with your correspondence studies. They also claim that you get up at all hours of the night and disturb them."

"Hmm. They really didn't care for me before they knew of my studies Professor, but I won't complain. Am I permitted to ward my room from unwanted persons?"

Professor Flitwick studied him for a moment. "I believe that is fine, as long as you key myself and one other head of house to it. I understand your difficulties with the Headmaster so I will not insist on him, but understand the castle may let him through anyway. If you have any problems with your Housemates, please let me know."

"I will. Thank you."

"Well, it's been a long day. I look forward to seeing you in class Corvus. Rest well."

"You too, Professor"

Corvus followed up on his request and warded his doorway, allowing Professors Flitwick and Snape, Morag and Mandy through the room if he was not present or resting. If he was awake he would leave the wards down.

()

Corvus frowned at his journal as he rubbed his temples. The dreams weren't changing. He was so happy that Véurr no longer starred as a victim, but what did the rest represent?

He cast tempus and tip-toed to the common room. He glanced at the portrait of Ravenclaw before jerking his head towards their sanctuary. He sent a quick homenum revelio to make sure no one was around before entering the circular room.

"My dear Corvus. It has been too long since you have visited me," the portrait said with a pout.

"There is so much to tell you Lady Rowena" he said with a sigh. He knew he had her attention, so told her all about his year.

"So you are sure someone broke through your wards?"

He nodded. "I didn't remove them. Not to mention the tests that protected the artifact were set for those specific first years. Ronald is a Master at strategy and chess, Granger is the logical and intelligent one of the bunch, and Potter has the talent on a broom. I don't doubt that the Headmaster also wanted Longbottom to befriend the group seeing as the first task was to get through Devil's Snare. Why else use challenges focused on the first year curriculum. I think Severus is the only one who did not want to give an easy challenge."

"I do not like this Headmaster. He is not good for Hogwarts or her students." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "What of your Sight?"

Here the boy grinned widely "Coming along quite well. It was how I knew I had to go last year. While I am sorry that Potter was poisoned because of my talk with Granger, I'm glad my vision showed the change. It showed me how the simplest event could change the outcome."

"Anything since?"

Another nod. "Yes, since the beginning of the summer, but nothing I can make sense of at the moment. I'm starting to get emotions through them as well. In the beginning the death of Véurr was prevalent, but I've taken steps to protect her."

"Oh?" Rowena asked curiously.

Corvus removed his robe and button down shirt, easily revealing the tattoo that sat across his shoulders. "I tested out of the practicals for my Blood Magic and Familiar Magic courses with this.. Véurr is with me always unless I give her release or I am in danger." He closed his eyes and released his familiar

::Hello Master:: she hissed lovingly.

::Hello, my dear Véurr:: He replied, rubbing a finger along her head ::Are you well?::

::Very. Since I am released, may I go and find food::

::Yes, but don't be seen and be careful::

With that she slipped out of the room. "She is well and wanted to go hunt and stretch since I released her. Anyway, after the ritual was written and performed, her death was no longer in my visions... but I still get the feelings. Anger, cold, fear. I see stones." He ran a hand through his hair roughly "I don't understand!"

"Corvus," the portrait said softly. She waited for his head to lift. "Not everything can be changed or prevented. Think to your sight from last year. Though the boy did not die as was in the vision, he was still poisoned. This may just be something that needs to pass. There are certain points in the timeline that cannot be changed, no matter how much we want to."

The young Ravenclaw sighed and nodded his head. "Is the reason I am feeling so much because it is my own future?" He asked, curious yet afraid of the answer.

"I believe so," the founder said softly.

He nodded and gave a soft smile. "Everything will work out. There was no death in my visions." He said, trying to convince his ancestor as well as himself.

()

Corvus was returning from a late visit with Severus when he heard it. "Rip... Tear... Kill" he heard a voice clearly and jumped in surprised. It seemed to be coming from the walls.

/Did you hear that?/ He asked his familiars telepathically.

:/:I did. I believe it is a serpent:/: Véurr replied.

He ran back to his godfather's room and told him what he heard and where he heard it.

After he explained it, he explained what Véurr said. "She said it was a serpent. I think I will send her out to see if she can figure anything out. I didn't like the sound of the voice."

"Alright Corvus. Don't tell anyone else. If you hear it again, let me know."

The young wizard nodded and hissed for Véurr to find out what she could.

()

It wasn't until the following night that Vé returned to his rooms. Immediately they merged and discussed what had happened. Corvus could feel his precious familiar's fear.

/What is it, Vé? What did you find?/

:/:A grander serpent than I:/: she hissed :/:Another Basilisk, a King of Serpents. Near sixty feet long. An old one. He is ill in his mind though:/:

/Where is he resting?/

:/:I don't know. I heard the hissing in the walls and called out to him. I don't know how to get to him and I don't think he can tell me either:/:

/Do not blame yourself, Vé. We will figure this out and help if we can/

Corvus sent Véurr calming energy and took a calming drought himself. He sat at his desk and wrote two missives.

Severus,

Vé has returned and has told me that what I heard is a King of Serpents, a Basilisk of ancient time. She does not know how to get to him, but she did tell me he was ill in the mind. I'm very worried about being blamed for anything this serpent does. The Board said that I would be held responsible for anything Vé did. This serpent is a Basilisk just my familiar- anything he does we will be blamed for. It won't be Véurr though!

Any advice would be greatly appreciated. I guess you should tell the Headmaster? I'm also sending a missive to the Board of Governors

Corvus

()

Lucius,

I heard a sound in the walls the other night only to be told by my familiar, Véurr, that it is a great serpent. It was saying something along the lines of "Rip... Tear... Kill". I'm very fearful should anything happen Véurr and myself will be blamed. I will keep her merged with me until I hear otherwise from you. Please let me know what you think I should do.

I hope this has nothing to do with your revenge on Weasley.

Corvus

()

There. To the point. Let's hope it's enough.

A/N: So... are you all cussing me right now? After a 6k word chapter, all I have for you is this measley 3700 word chapter... You should love me... because this was originally split into two lol.

So what did you think? Can you see where this is going yet? I hope not *winks*
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