The Contract

Chapter 14

Severus sighed softly as he made his way up from his private potions lab, having finished yet another batch of potions – of various kinds – for Corvus Lestrange. He was exhausted, and definitely not looking forward to teaching students tomorrow. The weekend always flew in, and he hated it. Stretching out the kinks in his body, he immediately ambled towards his cabinet which housed his alcohol. Snatching the open bottle of whiskey – the only open bottle – and poured more than a generous amount into a crystal glass, before flinging it back, the burn barely discernible due to the fact he had been drinking it for years.

What he did discern was herbs, strong herbs that weren't being hidden by the strongness of the drink, something had been slipped into his drink. His eyes widened, but before he could do anything, his body pitched forward as pain begun to assault him. He couldn't move, even just thinking about it caused the pain to flare even more alarmingly. 'Dirigentes dolore' thought Severus, it wasn't a major debilitating curse, but it was definitely not minor. It also wasn't fatal as long as he took an antidote, but he didn't have an antidote brewed, and it took five days to brew that particular potion. In other words he was going to be in a world of pain for almost a week…depending on how long it took for someone to look for him.

Then it dawned on him, it had been in his drink, it was open, he'd already drank from it. Thus, someone had been in his quarters and put that in there. In the past twenty-four hours, at that, since he'd had a drink last night as well, it was his ritual, he had been doing it for as far back as he could afford to buy himself a bottle. Someone had been in here…someone could still be in here.

His thoughts were alarmingly proven correct when he heard the sound of quiet footballs approaching him. A burst of fear consumed him, was he about to be killed like this? After surviving both Dumbledore and Voldemort in a duel game of spying? On the floor, in agony, unable to stand and face his potential killer?

A groan of agony burst out of him as he was swiftly magically propelled onto his favourite seat. Leaning his head against the headrest, he tried and failed to glare at the culprit but he was just too damn surprised to see who it was. Corvus Lestrange. Why? What on earth had caused the old man to approach him with the intent to kill? Pursing his lips, as a fresh wave of agony coursed throughout his body. Refusing to show any more weakness, although if truth be told, it wasn't as painful as the Cruciatus Curse, but it wasn't far off.

The urge to ask why was strong, but Severus was too prideful to do such a thing, at least at the moment. Although, even if he had opened his mouth, nothing but a scream would rip out, there was no way he'd be able to ask anything. His eyes slipped shut as he heard shuffling, opening one eye, he noticed that Corvus had moved a seat across from him and sat down, looking for all the world, if he was coming for an amical visit. What the hell had he done to irritate Corvus Lestrange? One of the most dangerous wizards in the magical world? And he was dangerous, the magical population didn't know the half of it.

"You are far from an unobservant wizard, Severus, and I must say I am disappointed in your behaviour," Corvus said, his voice cold and harsh. "What kind of wizard thinks its perfectly alright to bully a sick eleven-year-old boy? Using his parents against him and making Hogwarts intolerable for him?" he didn't care for the Potters' but at the end of the day he refrained from saying anything about that to Harry.

Confusion settled deeply within Severus, at both remarks, why on earth would Corvus Lestrange care about his treatment of Harry Potter? It was the whole purpose of doing so, in order to keep Dumbledore happy and his spying duties unencumbered for when the Dark Lord inevitably returned. If anything the Death Eaters should be quite happy in his actions, wasn't it the reasons the children of Death Eaters were keeping a close eye on the boy? The sick remark did worry him, he did look like he was recovering from a long illness, presumably muggle in nature.

"I know James Potter bullied you, but really, Severus? Taking it out on his son? A boy who doesn't even remember his parents or care?" Corvus said derisively, "I should kill you really, but unfortunately I don't trust anyone else to make the potions Harry requires."

Severus despite the pain inhaled sharply, "No," he rasped out, it wasn't possible. Those potions he'd been making were for Harry? No, no, it wasn't possible, that was…those potions were for someone severely abused, there was no mistaken really just why these potions were needed. Again, why would Corvus Lestrange be helping Harry? Nothing made sense anymore, and he didn't like it at all.

"You and I need to talk, but if you try anything I will kill you, nod if you understand," Corvus stated steely, black eyes flashing dangerously into similar black ones. Both of them aware that they were dealing with a dangerous foe, and acting like predators to ensure they end up with the upper hand. As an added measure, Corvus muttered "Accio!" snatching Severus' wand from his person, he wasn't taking any chances when it came to this wizard, he was smart, crafty, created his own spells and potions, it was just a shame he and Harry wouldn't get on. Harry could have learned a lot from Severus, perhaps enabled him to think outside the box more. Which he was already doing, of course, but all the help would just ensure to give Harry that added push.

No matter, he would ensure Harry received an education that would help him come into his own as a powerful wizard.

Severus' eyes flashed angrily before he reluctantly nodded, moaning in pain, Merlin help him, he hadn't endured such pain for a decade now. His body wasn't used to it anymore, Merlin help him when the Dark Lord returned…for he would honestly wonder if he'd survive the Cruciatus Curse being cast upon his person multiple times while proving his 'loyalty' to the wizard.

Corvus leaned back into the seat, levitating the antidote to the Severus, waiting impatiently for him to grasp a hold of it and drink it down. Which wasn't easy, he had a meeting in less than an hour so he had to have this dealt with as soon as possible. His gaze never wavered from Severus, just because he had his wand…didn't mean he was entirely safe after all.

Severus panted a little as the pain begun to recede after taking the potion, which he knew due to the colour, smell and consistency was indeed the antidote. Shaken to the core at the suddenness of the attack and how defenceless he'd been so easily rendered. This was supposed to be his safe heaven, to be attacked here made him feel vulnerable. Vulnerable in a way he hadn't ever felt since he was sixteen years old and he hated it. Blinking trying to rid himself off the sweat beating around his eyes, he reluctantly swiped his forehead and face. He hadn't wanted to take his eyes of Corvus for a second, but had to concede that if he wanted him dead…he would have already been killed.

"Now…let's make it clear, you are not to upset Harry in any way, whatsoever, is that understood?" Corvus stated, wand casually aimed in Severus' direction.

Severus pursed his lips, "I cannot promise that," he admitted, not without Dumbledore becoming aware of someone at play he didn't know about.

"Then I will kill you, promise solved," Corvus' voice changed immediately upon hearing Severus' words fury thrumming through him.

"It was Dumbledore's demands that I keep my position as a spy, he thinks I am firmly on the light side, despite the Dark Lord being gone… temporarily as it is…I must continue my last order. If I decided to leave now, I believe the Dark Lord would be furious." Severus bit out angrily, he was walking a knife edge at the moment.

Corvus' lips curled in disgust, "Let me get this straight, he's egging you on to bully a student?" hissing under his breath in utter disgust. "Don't tell me it's because he didn't get into Gryffindor."

Severus watched the wizard warily, "I believe his reactions would have been the same regardless of which house he inevitably went into." He was in a hell of a mood, and when a Lestrange was in a mood…they were even more dangerous than normal. The fact that Corvus knew where Harry was placed already, only a week into Hogwarts alarmed him too.

"And of course you're all too willing to do it," Corvus said, disgustedly.

Severus swallowed thickly, deciding against answering that question, "How did you come to be aware of Potter? Let alone have him in your care for the summer?" he had been sending the potions to him consistently, so it was natural to assume Potter had been with Corvus. Which he must have done judging by the fact the potions had gone to Lestrange manor.

Corvus stared at Severus making no effort to hide his anger or disgust, which while Severus tried to hide his emotions, you could literally see the sinking gut happening. "Do you know where Harry spent his childhood? Where he gained every single ailment you've been so diligently helping him with?"

Severus refrained from swallowing thickly yet again, "All I know is that Albus sent him somewhere that night, and that he was being looked after." He had seen Minerva and Albus arguing quite passionately that night upon returning, but about what he wasn't sure. Albus never revealed where Harry lived, not to anyone, not the Ministry of magic, not Lupin and certainly not him.

"Looked after?" Corvus choked incredulously, "Doesn't anyone have eyes? He's a head shorter than others his own age, too thin by far and very easily exhausted."

Severus winced, he had noticed that too, but he didn't want to see it, it wouldn't make his life any easier. However, seeing and hearing this…Severus knew he wasn't going to be able to go back to living in forced ignorance.

"He was living with his Muggle aunt and Uncle," Corvus spat out, watching what colour Severus had drain from his face, evidently he was familiar with the family or at the very least…the aunt, the sister. "This is the damage they'd wrought upon the boy!" throwing the copy of the paperwork from Millicent at Severus, who snatched it with ease, despite his rather…nauseated look. "I deduce through your reactions you know at least one of them."

"I know Petunia, ghastly Muggle, one of the worst…" Severus trailed off when his eyes comprehended what he was seeing so clearly written out on paper. He didn't even need to convey his utter disgust of the woman that Petunia Dursley nee Evans was. It was written in black and white, and he stared at it his stomach churning rebelliously. He'd loathed the her from the moment he met her.

Suddenly Severus' eyes blazed with a different kind of anger, one that surprised Corvus immensely.

Corvus watched Severus with avid interest, now why would he suddenly feel so angry on his and Harry's behalf? What had roused that protective instincts? Was it because he was Lily's son and he cared about him even just a little because of who his mother was? oh, he knew Severus cared about Lily, which was why he had protested against her death when it became apparent the Dark Lord was going after the Potters. But the anger on his own behalf was unexpected, he looked ready to have steam coming out of his ears.

"Did he know?" Severus asked, eyes still blazing, teeth grinding painfully against each other.

"Thus far I have no definitive proof," Corvus scowled, that bothered him. "He abandoned the boy on the doorstep after the attack and he was found in the morning. He's liable either way, since as Harry's magical guardian he should have checked upon him, as is the law and to ensure he knew of his place in our world. He also had a squib watching out for him, Arabella Figg, but it is not definitive proof," Not that he'd get arrested for it, one word of how he had decided a family was better of raising him than an old man in Hogwarts they'd all have agreed he did what was best.

"Why haven't you gone to the Ministry regarding this?" Severus asked perplexed, it was the sort of thing they'd do, in order to take Dumbledore out however temporarily it might be. This was Harry Potter they were talking about, the Ministry might take an exception.

"Why? So he can talk his way out of it? No, if and when I get something to stick I will make sure the Ministry knows." Corvus replied, lip curling at the fact Dumbledore was once again going free.

"How is his recovery going?" Severus asked guilt and shame coursing through him. Dumbledore had lied to him, told him he was being spoiled, put wood to the embers and made sure Severus would detest the boy before he set foot in Hogwarts. It had worked, he hated him despite his ill health. Or what had seemed to be ill health, he hadn't jumped to abuse due to his belief that he was being treated well, the clothes he'd come to Hogwarts in just confirmed it in his mind. To leave a magical child with Petunia…if only he'd known. Dumbledore had been forcing him to break his promise, his Vow since the day he had created it and it horrified him. Potter or not, he did not condone child abuse, he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy.

"Slowly, but with the aid of the potions he's been deemed well enough to come to Hogwarts," Corvus stated, "You are angry, why? And it's not just because of the abuse, you've probably seen a few cases in your career here." He wished he had given the wizard Veritaserum so he could trust what he was saying, so he would get to the bottom of the truth.

"Dumbledore has been more than alluding to the case that Mr. Potter has been treated very well in his home." Severus retorted still seething over what he had learned. "To the entirety of the Hogwarts faculty when they ask." He refused to admit he had been one of the few to actually asked now and again. He also refused to admit to the vow he had sworn, he couldn't admit that to a Death Eater, it would only guarantee his death when the Dark Lord returned.

"You will stop, I don't care what excuse you have to give the old fool, I will not have you marring his time here at Hogwarts. Dumbledore is going to be doing enough for both of you." Corvus demanded, "If I have to return…it won't be a mild potion in your whiskey, it will be poison and you will not know what happened." he threatened and not even being subtle at all.

"I will do as you ask…if you answer a question for me," Severus stated, negotiating with him, he needed some answers.

"Very well," Corvus sighed exasperated, knowing what the question was going to be.

"How on earth did you get custody of Mr. Potter? And why?" Severus asked, utterly bewildered, he needed a drink, and right now he wouldn't trust anything in his cabinet.

"Harry approached me," Corvus answered, "If you wish for any further understanding you will swear an oath here and now never to repeat or reveal in any matter what we have spoken to at all tonight." Which he would be swearing anyway, he just wanted to ensure he did so before he revealed everything just in case it blew up in his face.

"I assume you have the paperwork with you?" Severus asked, slightly resigned, there was no way he had come to discuss anything with him tonight without being fully prepared. He had to know what was going on in order to be best able to protect the boy he'd evidently let down so badly. He and Potter might never get along, but he would protect him, as he'd sworn to do, for Lily.

"I do," Corvus agreed, swiftly removing the documents from his pocket and passing it over, along with a self-inking quill, so that he didn't have an excuse to move from his seat.

Severus read over the document, making sure he understood it thoroughly and that it wouldn't interfere with his vow before he signed it deeming it perfectly safe. It just meant he wouldn't be able to discuss anything regarding what Corvus revealed today, about Harry or anything else.

Severus seemed to slump once it was signed, handing it back over to Corvus, "What are your plans with Potter?" dreading to think really, he felt rather sick and helpless right now. Corvus it seemed had at least Harry's health in mind, helping him whereas Dumbledore wasn't even trying. He just seemed worried that Harry wasn't going to be 'just like his parents' and wondering why he wasn't a Gryffindor of all things.

"We have a contract of our own in place," Corvus revealed, noticing that Severus was actually worried, which just perplexed him even more. Honestly, what on earth was Severus on? expressing hated and deep seated emotional problems one moment the next he actually look guilty then resigned now he was actually worried again? "No abuse, anything discussed between us can't be used against the other, and it only lasts four years, until he can officially become Lord Harry James Potter," leaving all aspects of the betrothed.

"Well, that's a relief," Severus whispered under his breath, the boy was smart at the very least. "But why?" he pressed, he just didn't understand why someone so faithful to the Dark Lord would aid the boy responsible – or thought he was – for his downfall? Nobody was sure what happened that night, not even Dumbledore, if he had any ideas he was keeping them to himself.

"Tell me, Severus, if you had a way out of your situation when you were eleven, wouldn't you have taken it? Given the state of the abuse Harry endured…you don't even know the half of it." Corvus stated seriously. Severus hadn't endured broken bones, or what it was like to be shoved into a cupboard, and mentally and emotionally abused for ten years.

"And somehow he came to you?" Severus asked incredulously, ignoring the implication that Corvus knew about his own childhood.

"It shouldn't surprise you, Dorea and I go way back, we were good friends, I am doing this for her, we both benefit from this arrangement." Corvus revealed simply. "My allegiance doesn't come into this, Harry is well aware of my family's reputation as well as what my sons were accused of doing and where our allegiances lie. Given what Dumbledore has done…Harry is not going to become the light side Saviour everyone wants…I suspect he will remain neutral and I am pleased with this." All very true, in the grand scheme of things.

Severus stared at Corvus, having to concede he had a good point, given his childhood, why on earth would Harry fight for Muggles and their rights? Dumbledore had done it again…Severus realized his heart sinking, he'd created a dark wizard through his inactions and perhaps actions depending on what he truly did all those years ago with the Dark Lord. Or someone much worse than just a mere Dark Wizard. He had definitely ignored the signs of his abuse but he couldn't blame him, for he hadn't directly gone to him. "You don't suspect he might turn evil? Or the Ministry's version of a evil wizard at any rate," sounding exasperated just thinking on the Ministry and their stupidity. In other words someone who would become another Dark Lord, evil, without conscience. There was a difference between a dark and evil wizard in his mind after all. He was dark, not evil after all.

"I do believe that he has been…saved in time." Corvus confessed, "I don't think he will go down a dark and lonely path…having someone to trust and rely on can make all the difference." It seemed perhaps he'd have an ally in Severus at least.

"I hope so," Severus confessed, he would need to follow Harry down that path, and whether he liked the boy or not, he did not want to see Lily's son become someone who needed to be put down. They already had the Dark Lord Voldemort to deal with without having another one on their hands. Perhaps he should be thanking Corvus for his actions…but only time would tell if he was going to live up to his word. "I assume you have some things planned for the Dursley's?" there was no way Corvus was going to let Muggles away with harming a wizard, a Potter or not.

"You know me well," Corvus stated, revealing nothing else.

Severus nodded, so he wouldn't be surprised if anything came up in the news of their disappearance or some such. "Don't go easy on them," he declared.

Corvus just smirked, eyes flashing hungrily, oh, he definitely wasn't going easy on them. In fact Marge Dursley was the subject of his recent bout of revenge. She was going to lose everything, she deserved it in his opinion. Everyone who knew the truth seemed to find themselves saying the same thing.

"You cannot keep the fact you're Potter's magical guardian a secret forever, Dumbledore will find out," Severus cautioned him, Dumbledore wouldn't give up.

"Perhaps," Corvus conceded, hopefully not for a long time. Plus, he technically wasn't Harry's magical guardian but did take care of him only because of the magical contract and the fact Harry had nowhere else to go. When the betrothal was done, Harry would be officially emancipated. He was strictly speaking emancipated right now, and legally able to make his own decisions but that wouldn't be anyone's business. Certainly not Severus' whether he could speak about it or not, he did not trust anyone easily.

In time he might prove trustworthy, but he wasn't stupid enough to trust a spy with every piece of information when you didn't know exactly where his loyalties lay.

"Should I just deliver the potions to Potter?" Severus questioned.

"No, continue to send them to me, I am making sure he takes the correct amount each day," Corvus instructed him, he got only what he needed each day, and the empty vials were placed back in the box. He received them back, and thus, he knew Harry was taking them and when he was taking them. "I trust you'll take heed of my warning?" standing abruptly.

"Yes," Severus replied seriously, knowing that Corvus would stick to his word if he didn't.

"Good," Corvus revealed, making his way to the fireplace, stepping into the Floo, he placed Severus' wand on the mantel before using the Floo network never taking his eyes of the wizard.

To Severus' surprise he wasn't using the Floo to return to Lestrange manor. He'd used it to go to Filius' office here at Hogwarts.

Lurching forward he grasped a hold of his wand, still shaken to the core, as he swiftly and eagerly locked his Floo network so nobody could get into his rooms. Paranoid to the extreme, he was going to check his wards then he was heading to the pub, he needed some serious drink and he refused to drink anything in his cupboard. He was going to throw them all out for good measure.

This had turned out to be the worst Sunday he'd ever experienced in a decade.

He did not want a repeat performance.

Instead of doing any of that, he slumped back onto his seat, staring at his hands in disbelief, they were shaking. He'd stood before the Dark Lord without so much as flinching, yet here he sat shaking at a visit from Corvus Lestrange? Adrenaline that's all it was, due to the unexpectedness of it.

It was also partly rage for the lies he'd been fed for the past decade.

The copy of the diagnosis of Harry's injuries was absent, Lestrange must have taken it with him without him noticing.

The list of injuries though…with that his stomach lurched, finally rebelling and Severus raced through to his bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach.

Corvus swiftly stepped through, unsurprised to see Harry there since he had called the meeting after all and informed Harry that his presence would be welcomed. It wasn't necessary but if he should wish to come then he was more than happy to have him there.

Filius was watching both closely, surprised by the happy greeting the Lord Lestrange was receiving from his young charge. All Ravenclaws were his charges and he took his duties seriously. Harry was more than just thankful to Lord Lestrange for helping him that was glaringly obvious. He was somewhat appeased and happy that Corvus gave Harry a once over with just a hint of concern on his face, as if he was checking to ensure his wellbeing.

"How are you faring?" Corvus asked, completely ignoring Filius for the moment, which would be considered rude but Harry came first and he wanted the boy to know this.

"I've taken my potions and I'm not over exerting myself, I promise," Harry said dutifully, giving Corvus a big smile unable to help himself. Slipping off his seat, he stared at Corvus wondering if he could…

Corvus seemed to understand as he drew Harry into a hug, Filius wouldn't be able to reveal anything by the end of the night anyway. He didn't care if he had to show his…darker side in front of Harry at the end of the day, his protection came first and foremost. The look on Filius face was quite…comical and almost worth it.

"Good, I'm pleased to hear that," Corvus stated, before releasing Harry, urging him to reclaim his seat. "Mr. Flitwick," he said giving a curt nod. He wasn't a child and no longer referred to Flitwick as 'professor' and as he wasn't a Lord, it was his correct title at present.

"Lord Lestrange," Filius nodded, wary of the wizard, as he had a right to be, but also deeply curious.

"I assume you understand the reason behind my visit?" Corvus said as he took his seat opposite Flitwick and facing him directly.

"I do," Filius revealed, "As I am sure you are aware of my…ancestry," there was no way Corvus hadn't' looked into him before this meeting.

"Yes, that and the fact the more people aware of what is going on…would be able to help Harry," Corvus revealed, patting him absently on the shoulder. Pleased he was being silent for the conversation, as was proper. The goblins had probably revealed more than he was aware of to the wizard/goblin.

Harry watched both converse, wondering at the subtle undercurrent knowledge going on, which he was unaware of. He'd ask Corvus later, see if he would tell him.

"If it helps Harry then I am all for it," Filius replied, as he'd said previous he took his duties very seriously. He didn't know everything, of course, but he had a feeling by the end of the night he definitely would. Harry was very bright, and was one of the first to get the levitating charm correctly, he was smart, studious and quite frankly from what he'd seen made quite a powerful wizard. There were tells, despite only having Harry here for a week, his ability to get most spells correctly the first time was the most revealing. Along with a girl from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, why she'd been sorted into Gryffindor he didn't know she was clearly a Ravenclaw in the making.

"I'm sure you understand the need for secrecy," Corvus informed him, handing over the same document he had given Severus earlier. This one was a little more limiting due to the fact he was in fact going to reveal everything to Harry's head of house. Also, the fact he knew more information from the goblins that he definitely didn't approve of without the aid of a secrecy clause.

Harry didn't protest, knowing that this was to protect him and his secrets, and it was really to protect him. If everyone found out that he was betrothed to Rabastan he'd be blacklisted by anyone who didn't like the Lestranges…which was a great many people…and the Ministry and Dumbledore would interfere with his life. Even if they didn't win it would make his life very uncomfortable. This way he could continue as he was, with his freedom intact and as soon as the four years were up, he'd be 'emancipated' and able to look after himself and there was nothing the Ministry could do to deem him unfit to look after himself…not at that age. Eleven they might get away with that but not when he was older. They would be discarding their oldest and Nobelist laws but the fact the Ministry seemed to be outlawing nearly all branches of magic – some which weren't all that dangerous – they wouldn't have a problem with it. They wouldn't care, since he was 'Harry Potter' and they'd already mapped out his life because of something that happened when he was a baby. Look at the reactions everyone had to his sorting, even his own fellow Ravenclaws commented their surprise that he was with them and not Gryffindor. The Patil girl had been the kindest about it as a matter of fact. Maybe because she was going through something similar, with her twin sister being a Gryffindor and all.

Filius couldn't say he was surprised by the goblin enacted silencing contract, which was very accurately worded if he didn't say so himself. He read it over carefully and signed it, this was all for Harry after all. Barely seconds after signing it another parchment was handed over, a detailed diagnosis of Harry's injuries. This was when he began to comprehend the severity, "A healer has decreed Harry well enough to attend Hogwarts?" he wished to know.

"Millicent Flint has given him the all clear to attend Hogwarts, but the moment that changes he will be pulled out for the sake of his health." Corvus revealed seriously.

Filius nodded, completely understanding, the poor child, he'd been through hell, it was little wonder he struggled to get to classes so often.

"I am sticking to the regimen I promise," Harry said, not really all that worried about being pulled from Hogwarts. This far it had proven to be a big disappointment. His classes weren't all that good, and he wasn't able to take his favourite subject until third year, Ancient Runes, so he was self-studying. Charms and Ancient Runes were so far his favourite branches of magic.

"I am pleased to hear that," Corvus said softly, "But your health comes before all else, even your education, which can easily be done at home." He was very pleased Harry thought of Lestrange Manor as home, warmth had effused him when he had seen the word clearly written that day Harry had written to him.

Harry nodded he'd never disagree with that one, not when someone cared. It was all he had wanted after all.

"Is there anything Harry requires for this regimen that I may provide to make things easier?" Filius queried, stomach churning unpleasantly at the thought of living through those injuries for years and as a child. Regardless of what kind of wizard Lestrange was…he had helped a child in need and that warmed him considerably towards the wizard. He knew there was some sort of contract between them that would prevent any…manipulations on Corvus' part. Which he had been told about in a roundabout way. He hadn't been aware that it was Corvus Lestrange though, just that it was a wizard of wealthy standing behind him.

"I would like it if he could be aided to his Astronomy class once a week, he almost passed out on his way there," Corvus said, lips pursed just thinking about it. He didn't like the thought of Harry ending up hurt and he be unable to be there.

"That is very doable," Filius agreed immediately.

"Harry I believe doesn't approve of the Muggle studies class, given that he has grown up in the Muggle world, the class is entirely redundant and I want it to be removed from his timetable. Instead he will use that hour productively to teach himself something worthy of his time." Corvus ordered, his lip curling just mentioning the Muggle world.

"Ah, of course, I shall correct the oversight as soon as possible," Filius agreed, it seemed silly that he would be taking it.

"My thanks," Corvus replied, giving a curt nod.

"May I ask why the Dursley's haven't been brought up on charges of child abuse?" Filius asked disapproval lining his face.

"I don't want the magical world to find out…" it was Harry who spoke, a vulnerable note creeping into his voice.

Corvus glanced at Harry in concealed surprise, he hadn't sounded like that at all when they were discussing the Dursley's. Admiration bloomed, he was manipulating Filius to take his side without him getting to know just what they were planning and doing to the Dursley's. He was putting his little lessons to good use, to add to it he pressed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder giving Filius a look that warned him to back off.

Predictably Filius did, a look of pained understanding on his face, unable to see through the mask that Harry had erected. Filius wasn't seeing Harry as the little cunning Slytherin he could be, simply unable to due to all Harry had suffered. Which should have made it more than clear, Harry had done what he had to in order to survive the Dursley's, using all manners of masks in order to survive. Without desperation clouding him, he was truly coming into his own.

"But they must pay for what they did," Filius couldn't help but blurt out, enraged that they would get away with harming a child so horrendously. They didn't deserve to be free for a single more day, the world should know what they did, and they should pay.

Harry hunched in on himself, "I…maybe…maybe one day?" Harry said, trembling subtly, clearly unable to stand the way the conversation was going. He hated deceiving Professor Flitwick…but he honestly didn't think he would approve of what he wanted done to the Dursley's. He wanted them to suffer then die painfully, what was wrong with that? More importantly he wanted to see it…them going to prison wouldn't let him see them die so he could get revenge for what they did to him. Wanted them to see their son suffering unimaginable pain. Corvus said his desire to see them suffer was normal after all he'd been through.

"I am making their lives as uncomfortable as I am able, they have been sued for everything they took from Harry," Corvus added, "They are currently homeless I believe, not the suffering of prison but what can one do?"

Filius eyed Corvus speculatively, wondering if he was telling the truth, where Lestrange was concerned he wouldn't be surprised if there was more to it. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the full picture only because he couldn't see Harry for who he truly was. Thusly he was only gaining half a picture of the puzzle.

"I assume you're aware of whom Harry is betrothed?" Corvus changed the subject seeing that Filius was cottoning on to what he was doing, not that he cared and he doubted Filius did either.

"I do now," Filius revealed, Rabastan Lestrange, Corvus did not have a ring upon his finger, and only one of his sons had been unmarried. He also was aware of the friendship between Corvus and Dorea, he may have been a young professor back then, and intending on pursing his dreams of a duelling champion but he did have eyes. Due to the contract, he deduced that Harry was aware of everything as well, and the reputation that Rabastan Lestrange had within the magical community.

Less than what he had assumed, Corvus realised, perhaps the goblins were a bit more closed mouthed to each other than he thought. No matter, he had intended on telling Filius a great deal, not everything naturally. "Dorea and I created a contract when we were young, just as I had taken up the mantel of Lord Lestrange. It is most fortuitous that we did. It has aided Harry in escaping the Dursley's and Dumbledore's neglect as his magical guardian."

Filius clenched his hands into fists, eyes gleaming darkly, now that explained fully Harry's distaste of Dumbledore. Why he had reacted to the question Dumbledore had asked him at that meeting. He had realized there was animosity there, but he hadn't understood the depth of it. Another glance at the diagnosis well, it was hardly rocket science. He also remembered Dumbledore informing them that Harry was well cared for and had everything he desired. He had lied, and to the extent which he lied was at that the expense of a near death of a child.

No wonder they were so vigilantly silent on the matter. He knew the control Dumbledore could and would wield. With Lestrange's shaky reputation in the Ministry…well, it might not end in their favour.

"I assume he visits him on Saturdays?" Filius questioned, already knowing the answer, he had seen that Harry had permission to leave Hogwarts grounds on those days by orders of the Ministry of magic.

"Not on his own," Corvus assured him, or as assuring as he could be.

"Azkaban is no place for a child," Filius said in disapproval.

"It's no place for a human," Harry corrected him, "No matter what anyone has done, they don't deserve to be surrounded by those things for weeks let alone decades. Prison is supposed to rehabilitate prisoners, not drive them insane. When they get out I bet they always reoffend right? Because the Dementors take everything from them, including their sanity." He said passionately.

Corvus' eyes gleamed with pride, he did slot the words away in his mind for the meeting next week. It was a good speech, one that just might get through to the wizengamot.

Filius was clearly taken aback by the words that had come from Harry's mouth, and didn't know how to proceed.

"Is there anything else?" Corvus queried.

"I do not believe so, unless there is anything else I can do to aid Harry's recovery or make Hogwarts easier for him?" Filius latched onto the change of subject, his mind dwelling on what Harry had said.

"Limit the contact Dumbledore has with Harry, inform me immediately if he is hurt or hospitalised, I am aware you've become his next of kin while he's at Hogwarts." Corvus revealed, the information had surprised him and made him admire Harry all the more that he was able to run rings around Dumbledore at such a young age. He was doing so with the full backing of the law and regulations, his reading had turned out to be a very good thing indeed. "Inform me of his progress in classes, and if he is failing any classes…which I doubt he's very capable and determined." He added solely for Harry's benefit so he didn't assume that he would think for a moment that Harry would fail. In his opinion you only fail if you don't try.

Harry puffed up, proud that Corvus thought so highly of him.

"Of course, that is a given," Filius agreed, it was clear Corvus was good for Harry, caring and encouraging, he had seen a side to Corvus Lestrange that most others probably didn't get to see.

"Good," Corvus stated, nodding firmly, "It's time for you to return to the tower, you need your rest, especially with classes beginning again tomorrow."

"Use my fireplace, Mr. Potter," Filius offered immediately, making a mental note to look through Harry's timetable in order to see where he could help the child. "Does Mr. Potter have your permission to attend his flying class?" worried that such activities wouldn't be good for him.

"The first few classes are merely using it a few feet above the ground, short of something catastrophic happening, I don't think we have anything to fear." Corvus said thoughtfully, Harry was actually looking forward to it. Worried for sure, only because of the fact he hadn't been on a broom before, but with a teacher presence he couldn't see anything happening. "The professor will make sure nothing happens," if anything did he would be suing Hogwarts for all he could.

"Understood," Filius agreed getting out of his seat, he handed over a handful of Floo Powder allowing Harry to leave with a quiet goodbye to both of them. It was clear to see the fatigue creeping up on Harry, perhaps Corvus knew Harry better than he thought, since he had suggested it before any visible symptoms of his exhaustion had manifested. "I'm assuming you'd like to use my Floo also?" he doubted Corvus Lestrange wanted to be seen wandering around the school.

"If you do not mind," Corvus said politely.

"I do hope you do not have any intentions of hurting Mr. Potter," Filius said, threatening the wizard.

"No, I do not," Corvus said coolly, "But thank you for expressing concern, Harry doesn't seem to have much of that in his life. He deserved better of the magical community, no wizard should be left in the hands of Muggles. You can see for yourself what happens…repeatedly. Dumbledore knows of two wizards who went off the rails in a big way due to his…less than desirable life with Muggles and he keeps repeating his mistakes. It's almost as if he wants history to keep repeating itself." With that said, Corvus left Filius to chew on that.

"Odd isn't it?" Padma said, as she read over the newspaper, talking to Harry who was closest to her, and who she spent a great deal of her time with, when she wasn't with her dorm mates. Honestly, you'd think it was something weird that she was something other than an extension of her twin sister. All because she hadn't ended up in Gryffindor with her. "Gringotts is the most secure building next to Hogwarts, it shouldn't have been possible…and the fact nothing was stolen even stranger!"

"Places like that are only as secure as their latest security," Harry said diplomatically, the vault number though, it was the one that Hagrid had emptied earlier that very same day. The 'you-know-what' in vault 'you-know-which' something for Dumbledore he'd said. Taking something super-secret from Gringotts with an eleven year old wasn't smart, he could have been the worst blabbermouth in the history of Hogwarts for all Hagrid knew.

Had Dumbledore wanted him there to see it? that didn't make much sense…but he would definitely slot it away as a possibility.

"Good point, but nobody has ever done it before," Padma gushed.

"There's a first for everything I suppose," Harry shrugged, "I'm sure the Goblins will find out how it happened and take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again." Rolling up the newspaper and dismissing the news, it wasn't worthy of his attention, his classes were.

"I guess," Padma said, less enthusiastically, the Ravenclaw in her desperate to know how it had been accomplished.

"Potter can I use your paper?" Terry Boot asked.

"Sure," Harry said, handing it over, noticing that Dumbledore was paying close attention to him once again. Was it just him or did he seem disappointed? He wasn't a Gryffindor, Dumbledore needed to get over it already. He shrunk down the package he'd received from Corvus. The same happened every week from the pureblood's more noticeably the Slytherin table, Draco more so than anyone else, his mother seemed to miss him immensely. It was usually sweets Draco received though, he couldn't eat many sweets, but Corvus had sent him a few books, magazines and a few sweets that didn't have much sugar.

"Thanks, Potter," Terry said, opening it up and beginning to avidly read it, the break-in was all anyone could seem to talk about. Well, except he could hear someone reciting information from Quidditch through the ages, Granger, her voice was recognizable now. She always had the need to be heard by everyone, or argue with them too.

"I'm going to head for the first class, I'll see you later," Harry said, grabbing his bag ready to head towards the Quidditch pitch where his first class for the day was going to be held. He noticed that the Muggle Studies class was already removed from his timetable, Professor Flitwick had moved fast, it was Sunday he'd spoken to him, and it was now Thursday the 12th of September. Three days had gone by, he didn't count this morning since there was an entire day left in Thursday and he probably had it corrected last night.

Nobody blinked, they were getting used to Harry leaving quite early.

They noticed he always left early for classes and they usually passed him on their way, usually running to get there in time.

Which wasn't the case today, as Harry was waiting patiently, sitting on the grass of the Quidditch pitch with an Ancient Runes book in his hand when his other classmates finally got there. Excitement bubbling within everyone, they couldn't wait to begin learning to ride a broomstick.

"Isn't that a difficult book?" Padma asked, joining him, Susan too.

"No, I like Ancient Runes," Harry commented, sliding a bookmark into the book and sliding it into his bag.

"But why read it now? We don't get Ancient Rune classes until third year," Susan commented, "You'll be too advanced by the time they start up and bored too."

"There's always more to learn," Harry shrugged, "Things about Ancient Runes are still being discovered from time to time."

"Is the book from Ravenclaw common room library?" Susan asked, aware and jealous of the fact that the Ravenclaw's have their own library.

"Yes, I'm avoiding the books that we might get in classes, but its difficult, since I'm assuming beginner Ancient Runes will be one of them and I've already read that one." Harry commented, and Corvus was helping him by giving him more…obscure books, but ones he'd understand of course, as a beginner.

"Well, what are you all waiting for? come on, hurry up!" was their introduction to Madam Hooch their flying instructor. "Everyone stand by a broomstick, hurry up!" stepping forward, they noticed she had short, grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. Harry thought it was absolutely awesome.

There were thirty brooms laid out on the ground, one for each of them, the Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaws' stared a bit at their instructor before stepping towards a broomstick.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," Madam Hooch called, "And say, Up!"

And true to Corvus' word, they never went further than a few feet from the ground as for their first flying lesson.

Saturday as always, came around swiftly, and Harry made his usual plans to leave the grounds, keeping himself invisible so he could exit the grounds without being seen. He used different ways that Corvus had clued him in, so that he could avoid Dumbledore, who was incidentally and not so subtly waiting at the doors of Hogwarts for him to leave. As if he was going to be leaving through the main doors of Hogwarts, with the old man right there.

Corvus wasn't going to be there, but Harry had a plan…and if he had his way…it would go according to his specifications.

Upon leaving the wards of Hogwarts through the secret passageway, he used the portkey and arrived presently at Azkaban greeted as always by the guards. Who were clearly surprised that Corvus wasn't there, he always arrived first then waited for him.

"Mr. Potter…" the guard said, clearly dumbfounded, glancing at the time on his watch.

"Lord Lestrange won't be here today, I request Rodolphus Lestrange to be our Chaperone for this meeting," Harry commanded, using his best imitation of Corvus' voice when he didn't want his orders questioned. Also, when he would absolutely not take no for an answer.

"Wha…" the guard gaped at him, "That cant happen!" his protest indignant.

"Do you suppose I should discard one of the oldest and noblest rules of a Betrothal contract? I cannot visit my Betrothed alone, it is not done." Harry argued swiftly and with hysterics being calm and centred. "Each meeting requires a Chaperone, and I have named one I want. Now make it happen."

The guards shared a look clearly stuck on what to do, technically they supposed Potter had a point.

"We cannot risk visitors lives by allowing you to remain alone with two convicts, especially underage," the second guard said with more confidence than the first.

"If you think either one are a danger to me you're deluded they can barely stand let alone harm anyone." Harry said dryly, "I do not wish to delay my meeting any more than it already will be. Please see to it that Rodolphus Lestrange is escorted into the room, immediately." Standing tall for himself refusing to take no for an answer, he could do this. He hoped.

"We…uh," the second guard finally losing his voice, he might have been there longer, and older than the first guard, but apparently he couldn't find a way to argue how bad an idea it was.

"Am I or not supposed to have a Chaperone with me during my meetings with my Betrothed?" Harry decided simply.

"Yes Sir," the first guard said quietly.

"Am I or not allowed to pick my own Chaperone?" Harry added.

"Yes Sir," came again.

"Is it not proper for the Chaperone to be family?" Harry continued.

"Yes Sir," once more.

"Rodolphus and Rabastan are not a danger to anyone, they do not have wands, correct?"

"Yes," admitted the second – more confident – guard sounding like a scolded child, enduring a talking down – or up in Harry's case – from a boy.

"Then I don't see the problem," Harry stated, "Now are we going to continue this run around before I go to the Ministry regarding your inability to do your jobs or are you going to comply and make lives easier for all of us when you know I'm right?"

"Very well, I'll escort him up," the second guard grudgingly agreed, unable to believe he had been so thoroughly chastised by a child, he had grandchildren older than this boy. He put them all to shame that was for certain, he wasn't going to ever complain about their cheek again.

"Do you have…" the first guard begun to ask, only to have a box handed to him, which he took and begun to inspect everything including the two flagons of hot chocolate Harry had made himself at Hogwarts. He didn't check the contents of the hot chocolate or he would have realized there was a nutrition potion in it. Not that they would have forbidden it. It wasn't dangerous after all.

"Hey Rabastan," Harry said, as soon as the door was opened, allowing him entrance to the room, Rabastan was as always sitting with a cup of hot chocolate. This time it hadn't been touched, clearly he had decided to wait for Harry's. "I have a surprise for you today," he said, sounding very smug indeed. Removing the two flagons of hot chocolate and passing one as well as the box over to Rabastan, who immediately delved in for a bar of chocolate. None of his anxiety showing, he didn't have Corvus as a crutch, nor was Corvus there if Rabastan started to get a little too much for Harry. He was getting better but sometimes he just didn't know what to say.

"Which is?" Rabastan asked, as always sounding amused.

"Someone else is joining us," Harry said proudly. He knew how much Rabastan missed his brother, from both Rabastan and Corvus, who told him of all the times they got into mischief together. They had been close all their lives, there had been no animosity that Rodolphus was the heir and would be Lord of the Lestrange estate. They were closer than even twins some had speculated. He wanted to do this to make Corvus proud…to give him his sons even if only for an hour and Rabastan too. He'd helped him, he hadn't needed to, but it meant the world to Harry so he would do anything he could to help them however little it was.

"What have you done?" Rabastan asked, sitting up straighter alarmed by that statement. What was the eleven-year-old up to? Didn't he realize he had to keep this a secret?

"Charming," Harry muttered sarcastically, try to do something nice and he was accused of who knows what Rabastan was thinking. He knew it was more out of shock than anything else, plus Rodolphus would probably be the last person on a long possible list that Rabastan would think that will walk through the door.

The sound of the door clanging open immediately followed his words, allowing Harry to clearly see the look that graced Rabastan's face when his brother was shoved none to gently into the room. They didn't hurt him, not really, but they were just not particularly careful with their prisoner.

"Rolph," Rabastan whispered, staring at his brother with a mixture of awe, happiness, worry and sadness. Using the nickname for his brother he'd used as a child.

They sat him down quite roughly, looking as if they wanted to remain and protect Harry from the unscrupulous characters that the Lestrange's made. That was putting it quite lightly, they thought worse of them most days, but eventually with Harry giving them a glare they reluctantly departed.

Rodolphus looked much worse than his brother, only because Rabastan had been getting help in the aid of time away from the dementors, mental stimulation with the books, potions and of course time with his father. Rodolphus hadn't had any of that, and he was too far away from his brother to even have a conversation by means of shouting. Rabastan grabbed a hold of his brother, preventing him from toppling over, as he shook and shuddered still feeling the effects of the dementors.

"Here, drink this," Harry said "It isn't too hot," he added, as he made his way around the table and helped Rodolphus drink the hot chocolate, which was mixed with a nutrition potion. It was a sight to see, Rabastan was clutching to his brother tightly, as if hoping that his own body heat would help his brother somehow. It wasn't easy to get the…the only word that came to mind deluded, or mind addled, wizard to drink the hot chocolate. After practically forcing the brew upon the wizard for the first few swallows, it seemed to dawn upon Rodolphus what it was and he greedily begun to drink the contents of the flagon. It was warm, it was nice, after water and gruel…it was ambrosia to his taste buds.

Rabastan watched both his brother and Harry, surprised that he wasn't even mildly tense to being near them. Either one of them could snap his bony neck within seconds and there would be nothing anyone could do. Surprisingly even the thought of doing it turned his stomach. All he could see was those desperate green eyes he'd first been greeted with. Desperate to get away from the Muggle hell he'd been in for a decade. Realisation dawned on him, he was growing fond of Harry Potter, he wanted to feel angry with himself, disgruntled, but all he felt was acceptance. Harry had gone out of his way to get his brother in here, he wasn't sure how he'd accomplished it, but he'd done it.

"Here chocolate buttons, it's probably best for him right now," Harry said rummaging through the box once the hot chocolate was done. He was still very dazed, didn't seem at all aware of his surroundings, he wondered if ten minutes would even be enough to bring him round. Ripping open the package, he put it closer to Rabastan so he could help his brother eat them.

"How?" Rabastan cleared his throat, "How did you…" utterly bewildered, "Does my father know?" helping Rodolphus eat the chocolates, more accurately they just sat on his tongue and dissolved, they were just small chocolate buttons. It was almost like Harry had planned for all this. It made him feel very…fond of the boy. Or more accurately more fond.

"No, it's something I thought of last night before I came, I checked the books to make sure I was right, which I was of course." Harry said smugly, as he sat back in his seat, sighing softly, the weekend was definitely his downtime, he liked to remain in Ravenclaw tower as much as possible, or in the library which isn't as far to go for meals.

"Which is?" Rabastan asked, his brother begun to groan, eyes fluttering open, blearily taking everything in.

"Betrothed partners should always have Chaperones, with Corvus unable to come…they had no choice but to agree with my second choice." Harry said, "Strictly speaking I could pick Rodolphus as a Chaperone all the time, while your dad can be yours…" he trailed off, all strictly legal and proper.

Rabastan gaped, why hadn't he or his father thought of that? For the first time Harry Potter was making him feel like a complete and utter dunce. To add insult to injury he'd only been aware of the magical world for two months. Two months to his entire life, yes, one might as well have shoved salt in a gaping wound. The thought of getting to see his brother every week as well…it was more than he could have hoped for, even more so a few months ago before he was approached. Accepting the Betrothal was one of the best things that had happened to them. Gratitude effused him, even as he greedily took in his brother's appearance. He looked so old, so skeletal, withered and broken. Was that what he looked like now? They'd been young when they were brought in, he was twenty-one his brother only a few years older. Quite honestly, despite their hair colour, they had aged worse than their father. No wonder it was so difficult for his father to look at him…to look at them. He'd long ago resigned himself to never seeing his brother again, to only seeing his father once a year then never once he passed. This…this was more than he could have hoped for.

"Thank you," he said, he would deny until his dying breath that he had warbled those words.

Harry smiled, "You're welcome," finally feeling like he was able to replay him for everything they were doing for him.

And the spark kindled, ensuring a life long loyalty between the Potter and Lestrange families. Regardless of loyalties, separations and hardships. For the path for these two was going to be fraught with hardships, tribulation and danger.

And there we go! What did you think of this one? I was a bit iffy about the confrontation between Severus and Corvus since I'm not really used to Severus getting bested by anyone ;) hehe and I was utterly stupid to think for a second I could have the entire year fitted into a single chapter! OMG I'm only a 'fortnight' into Hogwarts! The next few chapters will make it go farther and farther along though! Will we see the hour between Rab/Rod/Harry? The Ministry with Corvus? What is he trying to do? Get rid of the dementors? Have their presence lessened or actually get his sons a trial already? I don't want them getting out of Azkaban too soon! Will Voldemort succeed in getting the stone? Or will he require Harry's aid? Will he allow him to live for handing it over with only requesting the promise he will help those loyal to him? Realize the loyalty he could have in Harry along with it? Will Corvus realize the presence of the Horcrux with the diary and Harry's reactions? or will it be Tom who realizes what's going on? Will we see Ron suddenly try to befriend Harry or are you happy without their presence? R&R please!