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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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(7) More Explanations
Corvus woke the following morning in a morose mood. A few hours after he woke, Rabastan found him packing his books away. When asked what he was doing, he said he was leaving to get out of their hair. He knew they wouldn’t want him. He didn’t fit in with their society and didn’t want to.
“We don’t want to put you in a mold, Corvus. This we explained to you when you first came to us. You stood up and held your own last night and for that we are proud of you,” he said quietly but fiercely. “Don’t leave us Cor. It would break Bella’s heart and mine as well. You are my nephew, you are our family.”
With tears coursing down his cheeks, Corvus stepped into his uncles waiting arms. With a wave of his hand, Rabastan had the books returned to the shelves before turning to the young man before him, asking him to come to breakfast. But Corvus shook his head ‘no’. “I think I’m going back to bed” he said softly. “I woke up hours ago and couldn’t get back to sleep.”
His uncle nodded and led the boy to his bed. He tucked him in and closed the drapes on the window. After calling Mopsy to get him food once he woke, Rabastan left the room.
Corvus barely left the room over the next couple of weeks. He ended up staying in his study, constantly reading, writing, and thinking. Mopsy would bring his food to his rooms. Sometimes Bellatrix and Rabastan would join him.
It was pleasant to be able to speak with Bellatrix and Rabastan about all that he read. Rabastan had been a Slytherin, but Bellatrix was a Ravenclaw and thirsted for knowledge the same as her son. The only thing they couldn’t really discuss with him was potions. Problem was, from the moment of that party, Corvus was careful not to get too close to Severus, including discussing potions. Corvus was passionate about his learning and had to control himself to hold back. As it was he still had lessons with the man three times a week since the potions master was on break from Hogwarts. Whereas it used to be fun because they would have discussions and spend the day together, now it was just stressful. And painful.
It was after lunch on the 13^th day when a knock came on his door. He called ‘enter’ absently, not looking up from his book. When no one spoke, he looked up to see his visitors. The Malfoy family, heir included, came in behind his mum and uncle.
Corvus stood from his chair, anger radiating from his aura. “Greetings Lord and Lady Malfoy, Mum and Uncle,” he said this all through gritted teeth.
“Calm down, Cor,” his uncle said softly.
Corvus closed his eyes, took a steadying breath, and tried to balance his aura again. He opened them and glared openly at the blonde child before him, who was looking around his study with interest. “I can only guess what this is concerning. However, I do not want the Mafoy Heir in my rooms. I am open to discussing with the Heads of Malfoy and they are free to discuss it later with their son, but he is not welcome in my rooms.”
He looked at Bellatrix who seemed to be considering. “No, Corvus.” she said softly. She held up a hand to stop his argument. “He has to understand what he did and how and why it was wrong.”
“And give him more ammunition?” he hissed.
“Sit down, Corvus,” she said sternly.
Corvus flinched slightly. He had gotten better at not doing that, but every now and then he would be caught off guard with the anger his mother could exhibit. He nodded curtly and returned to his table, which he cleaned up quickly. He gestured for everyone to sit and waited.
“You are quite studious,” Narcissa spoke up first as she glanced at the books and parchments.
Corvus’ anger faded some as he smiled at her, a small smile. “I like to learn. Was always the top of my class.” He said, looking at the book before him and gently caressing the cover. It was a particularly challenging book on Ancient Runes and was one of his favorites. The adults relaxed around him. “Am I to tell the tale, mum, or will you do the honors?” He asked sadly. He really hated thinking about his past life, let alone talking about it.
“Why don’t you start, love?” tears pricked at his eyes at the nickname again. It was still so odd to hear it directed towards him. He called Mopsy to bring refreshments, earning a proud smile from his mother. He took a sip of his tea and cleared his throat before starting.
“I was one of two boys born in the summer of 1980. A twin to another boy. When I was around 15 months old, our family was attacked. My brother, Charlie, was named the ‘boy-who-lived’ by Albus Dumbledore who suggested for my parents to give me up to keep me from stealing the spotlight, or to keep me from being too jealous around my brother… but I never was, you know? Jealous.” He frowned and shook his head. “Never was.
“I was born Harry James Potter, brother to Charlie Zacharias Potter.”
“The Potter’s had twins?” Lucius and Draco questioned at the same time.
Corvus gave a half-sob, half-laugh. “Yeah… well, you would never know, would you? Lily fought James tooth and nail to keep me with them, swearing that we would be treated equally… yet she was the first to break away. James followed shortly after. The last birthday I celebrated was when I was a year old. By the time I was two, I was hidden in my bedroom while the Potter’s celebrated Charlie’s birthday. The same happened at any holiday or occasion.
“To start I had Remus Lupin, Charlie’s godfather, and Sirius Black, my godfather, sticking around by me. They would bring me a gift along with Charlie’s five gifts, but then Charlie started to throw fits that I was taking attention from him… He went as far as to claim all gifts for his own. Luckily they always brought me new books, so I would just grab them from him later. Surprised he can even read. By the time I was 5 they had also pulled away from me.
{AN: OK, this is just repeating Harry’s story again}
“Before we turned 7, I was discovered in the yard by James Potter doing something he called dark and evil.” He looked at the Malfoy’s faces to gauge their reactions. “I was talking to a snake” Shock, but no fear. “I didn’t know that it was an unusual talent. Even with all my reading of the Potter library I never came across parseltongue or being a parselmouth. How was I supposed to know?
“Charlie had his usual birthday bash while I spent the night reading in my room, the attic. I woke the next day to the sounds of Lily shuffling about and packing a bag for me. I begged her to let me stay. Begged her. Promised I wouldn’t do it again.” Corvus took a steadying breath and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. After a moment, he lowered them and continued. “She said I was probably a squib anyway and gave me such a pathetic excuse of a sad face, I gave up then and there. I’m not a squib, not by a long shot. I just refuse to show them anything since every time I did do something better than Charlie, I would get beat. I didn’t care when it came to school though. I like to learn and I wasn’t going to hold back just because someone is upset that I am doing better than they are. I could take the bruises over a missed education. I needed to make sure I had the marks to get away when it was time to.
“Anyway, I asked her to pack up all my books in a trunk and had her shrink it down. She walked me to the study where they performed a disowning ritual, my godfather was removed the same day they found me talking to the snake. He was added as a second godfather to the prat, after I received a tongue lashing.” Corvus took a breath, controlling his anger. “They then handed me over to Albus Dumbledore who dropped me off at a pitiful excuse for a muggle orphanage.” Corvus sneered as he spoke of his home for a year. “The other children didn’t like me much… beat me up constantly. They got away with it since my magic would heal me up too fast to make any sort of report. One night they found me in a park and it was so bad I blacked out.
“I kept my books and spare gold that I took when I left the Potter’s in my pocket all the time. I was grateful for my foresight that day and made my way to Diagon Alley. I walked around during the day and then curled into a cardboard box on the side of Honeydukes where I fell asleep”
Bellatrix picked up from there. “I was at a late night visit to Gringotts and heard a cough coming from the building I walked past. I found this one sleeping, curled up and shivering in the cold. I tried to wake him and he was grumpy as all hell.” They smirked at each other in memory. “When he told me that he was disowned and sent to a muggle orphanage because he was suspected of being dark, I was infuriated. I essentially kidnapped him.” She laughed. “He got up and tried to walk away, but I grabbed him and apparated.
“When we landed after apparating, he passed out. He woke not too much later and we spoke some more before I called Severus.” All the adults saw the pang of pain that flowed over the raven haired boy’s face and more than one of them resolved to corner him about it.
Rabastan continued. “Severus found a long standing history of malnutrition, bones that healed wrong, along with at least a year of heavy beatings. He gave him potions and he slept the night. The next day, he told Bellatrix and Sev the full story before coming in to eat breakfast. Since we knew his story and the family he came from, we only thought it right to discuss our own. We discussed our pasts and histories. He understands the standing on the Dark and has no prejudices towards it. He dislikes the Light”
Said boy snorted, looked at his nails bored and drawled “The word ‘dislike’ doesn’t begin to cover it, you know that Uncle.”
Bellatrix and Rabastan smirked, but continued “Then and there Bella offered him a home and adoption. It took a month to brew the potion, and over that time we all considered the repercussions. In the end, he agreed. He chose his name too.”
“If he was disowned and left in a muggle orphanage, why the secrecy? Why say he is you and Rod’s son?” asked Narcissa.
“People will go searching if they know the full story.” Bellatrix said, with Rabastan nodding his agreement. “Think. Once they see that his name as ‘Harry Potter’ is down in the books they will second think their choices. They abused him from the point he was 15 months old. They do not deserve to be in his life. They do not deserve to suddenly want to be his family since they now see he is magical. If word got around that Corvus was adopted, around the same time as ‘Harry’ was adopted from the orphanage, people will be able to connect the occurrences.
“We don’t want them to know where he is. We don’t want them to have any chance of finding him and hurting him. He is my son and I will protect him with all my power. Should it come out, fine, we’ll deal with it. But for now, let it lie.”
The Malfoy’s nodded in understanding, even the younger to Corvus’ surprise. “Well, Corvus” started Narcissa, “welcome to the family again. I am sorry that you had to live under such unfortunate circumstances, but it is truly their own loss.”
A light knock on the door drew everyone’s attention. Corvus called enter, but stiffened when Severus walked through the door.
“Ah, did I miss the party?” he said with a smirk.
Corvus didn’t look up at him, but Bellatrix spoke up. “Hey Sev. We’re just telling Cissy and her family about Corvus’ story. The real one.”
One black eyebrow rose up. “Well then. I already know it, so may I steal Corvus for our lessons?”
Corvus stood from the table slowly. As he passed Draco’s chair he leaned over. “It’s potions… can you deal with that? Or should I find another tutor as well?”
He didn’t even look at the blonde as he followed Severus from the room.
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Bellatrix looked at her nephew sternly. “Now that you know his history, can you understand how unforgivable your actions and words were last night?”
Lucius turned to his sister in law, “You know what happened.”
“I do. He was… very upset. He couldn’t tell me about it, but allowed me to view the memories. We’ve been training him in Occlumency since he arrived, so it’s quite easy for him to push the memories forward.” She turned to Draco. “He was already ready to turn away and give you your space with him once he realized. Your words have more barbs than you can ever know Draco. I hope you learn to curb that silver tongue of yours before you get yourself injured. I have no doubt he would have followed up on his threat after you grabbed his arm. And you would have had no pity from me,” she sneered.
“What happened? What did he say?” Narcissa was looking at her son. When no one answered she asked her son. “Draco?”
“How was I supposed to know? I didn’t realize…” he had a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Dragon, what happened?”
Said blonde looked at his aunt pleadingly. Bellatrix spoke up and explained. “When Severus arrived at the party, Corvus ran and gave him a hug. The boy is starved for affection and gets as much as he can from the three of us. When he released Severus, he noticed an angry look on Draco’s face. When he asked why, it was revealed to him that Severus is also Draco’s godfather.” At their gasps, she continued. “Yes, ‘also’. We made Severus Corvus’ godfather. But aside from that, look at the story you just heard. What happened with his other godfather? Instead of being hurt in the long run, he was going to break ties with Sev.
“The altercation we were walking towards was not long, but it was enough. Draco told him ‘Stay away from my godfather. You are not wanted here.’ I believe he called my son a bastard in there as well.”
“Draco Lucius Malfoy!” Narcissa shrieked at her son “How… What… We have taught you better than that. He is no half-blood. He is no muggle-born. And even if he were, he’s family. How dare you treat your cousin that way.”
“You will apologize. Formally.” Continued Lucius in a steely tone. “You have only just met, but this is going to reach a peak and explode soon unless we head it off. What did he say to you before he left?”
“He asked if I could deal with him going to potions and asked me if he needed to change his tutor too,” he said with a hitched breath and another tear. “I didn’t know!”
“All the more reason to keep your mouth shut, Dragon. You make a fool of yourself by commenting on things that you have no knowledge of. But aside from that, we honor family above all else and you knew he was family. You have dishonored yours because of jealousy and to get some barbs into him,” Lucius snapped.
“I am sorry. I will formally apologize to him.”
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In the dungeons, Corvus was cutting up his ingredients with instruction from Severus. He referred to the book again to double check the order of his ingredients. He began another 1^st year potion which in an hour would be perfect. For someone who is just 8 years old, it was an accomplishment.
Severus watched his godson sadly. He had no idea what had happened at the party, but he knew it had something to do with Draco. He remembered the boy’s face when he was told that Draco was his other godson. Knowing the boy’s history with godfathers, he wondered if the boy thought Severus would leave him as well.
Once the potion was complete and bottled, Corvus cleared his workstation and packed up his notebook. “Write me an essay on the properties of all the ingredients in the potion you just made and how they interact to form the potion. Explain crucial steps and what is to be avoided to keep from injuries.”
Corvus nodded and turned to leave, but was called back with his hand on the door.
“Corvus. I know we have not known each other long, but surely you cannot compare me with that fool Black. I will not give up you or Draco.” Watery teal eyes turned to black as he listened. “You are both my godsons.”
The boy then snorted lightly and gave a sad smile. “Sure. See ya Severus”
“What the hell has happened?” he asked the empty room.

(edited 9-16-15)

Opinions? Hope you all like this. What next? Did Draco get put in his place well enough? From what we know of the pureblood families, i think dishonor and disappointment are more punishing at their age than any sort of 'grounding'.
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