A.N: Hey guys, I am back and i know i deserve a lot of heat for not updating for 2 years. Life has been very busy. I got few days free and i wanted to get back so here i am.
Also shout out to everyone who has supported me this far, i had to get back to it, once i realized how much of you guys want this story updated.
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED.
SUMMARY: What if in a twist of fate, Harry is raised by Sirius Black as his own son and grew up in the magic world. How his life would be changed living upto the reputation of THE BOY WHO LIVED as well as the heir to the house of black and out of dumbledore's in the nobility and staunch believers of Dark Arts, see what paths Harry chooses. WARNING AU, Good Malfoys, Neutral harry and a hell of a playboy.
#PARSELTONGUE#
Next day when Corvus arrived at great hall with Draco, he saw nothing out of ordinary, as students were handed their time-table by their head of house, and students discussing their holidays and comparing their schedules. Until, owls flew in with the posts. Suddenly the hall became silent as an howler started at Gryffindor table.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR? I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED. I WONT BE SHOCKED IF THEY EXPEL YOU. YOU JUST WAIT TILL I GET A HOLD OF YOU.
I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT ME AND YOUR FATHER WENT THROUGH WHEN WE FOUND IT MISSING. YOUR FATHER IS FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT.
WE GOT A LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME. WE DIDN'T BRING YOU TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS.
STEP OUT OF LINE ONE MORE TIME, AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER SEE HOGWARTS AGAIN IN YOUR LIFE."
Everybody around the hall started laughing and jeering at the boy at Gryffindor table. Corvus noted how Percy was seething at his younger brother while the twins just stared at him lovingly and eyes filled with pride. 'Typical' scoffed Corvus as he saw the twins comically wipe the never existing tear as they hugged their younger brother.
"I wonder what happened." said Daphne as she sat down next to Blaise, grabbing a toast from the table.
"Look" said Draco as he passed the newspaper. "The idiots decided to fly a car to Hogwarts, nearly breaking the statue of secrecy."
"I knew they were dumb, but it seems they are worse than a troll." said Blaise with a sigh. "After all that happened, they are lucky enough, that only 6 muggles saw the flying car and were easily tracked down and obliviated."
"What do we have first?" asked Corvus as he took a sip from his glass of juice.
"Double Charms with puffs."
"Sounds nice enough start for the year." said Corvus, as everybody nodded their head in agreement.
After 20 minutes, the group of second year Slytherin were on their way to the charms classroom. As they rounded up the last corner, they saw the tiny professor being patronized by their new defense against the dark arts professor about how much better, the dueling champion would have performed, if only he had the help of The Great Lockhart for a few nifty spells.
Corvus regretted snorting at the conversation, because as soon as the sound escaped his mouth, he was hurled away from the crowd by the defense professor.
"Harry, I have been wanting a word." Everybody present just gaped at the professor, as he called Corvus with his birth name. Before Corvus could reply, the professor turned towards Filtwick and asked "You dont mind him being few minutes late. do you Professor?"
Filtwick looked like having an internal battle between saving Corvus or complying with Lockhart's request, but before he could object, Lockhart said "Thats the cue." and pulled Corvus further away from the charms classroom.
The Slytherins and Puffs snickered at the pleading and helpless expression of Corvus as he was ragged away from the crowd. He looked up to see Lockhart grinning at him. "Harry, Harry, Harry." Corvus was already irritated by this point. "When I heard- I could have kicked myself. Flying a CAR to Hogwarts!" Corvus was beyond confused now.
"That was Weasley and Dursley's doing professor" replied Corvus with an edge in his voice.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." Corvus was beyond pissed now. 'Did this guy lived in a cave for past 11 years' he wondered with a scowl on his face. Lockhart completely ignored the tone and continued "While i can only commend you for choosing to enter the public realm at such an young age." Corvus' jaw dropped open. He tried to speak but couldn't find any words. "but killing a pesky dark lord, wont keep you in the media circus for long. You will have to keep doing extra-ordinary things to remain in public's eye."
Corvus just couldn't believe what he as hearing, he just didn't know whether to laugh or cry over the new professor's stupidity. He convinced himself that this was a dream, it had to be. No one was this stupid. Lockhart just blissfully ignored Corvus' expresion and continued.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. Your past is a good start, but nothing like winning Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award five times in a row, but it is a good foundation though. I too, like you started as a nobody, but you too can get there. A handful of people remember the business with the dark lord, but they won't forever." This time, Corvus didn't even mind use of his birth name, he couldn't believe what he was listening.
"But never mind that, for I am here now, and will guide you how to manage being famous figures like ourselves." with a wide smile and a pat on the back, Lockhart left Corvus standing in the charms corridor gaping like a fish. Corvus was broken out of his stupor, as Filtwick ushered him inside.
"Now Mr. Black if you would pass me the holiday work." said the tiny professor as he motioned Corvus to take a seat and continued "Today we will be learning the severing charm, the notes are on the board, and i expect all of you to cut the piece of cloth on your desk in half, by the end of today's lecture. The incantation is Diffindo."
Everyone watched intently, as the world dueling champion performed the spell and motioned for the students to start practicing. Soon the room filled with murmurs, as everyone started to try out the incantation.
"10 points for Slytherin, Mr. Black!" exclaimed the tiny professor from the other side of the room. Everyone turned towards the aforementioned student, and was shocked to see the cloth neatly cut in half.
"Excellent performance, Mr. Black. You are beginning to get quite a reputation, I hear you came top in every class! that's quite an achievement." praised filtwick with a broad smile on his face.
Corvus felt his cheeks heat up a little as he thanked the charms professor.
"It's a shame, you didn't join Ravenclaw ranks. I am sure, you would have done wonderful with the eagles." finished the professor with a sigh and turned to assist other students.
"He almost looked depressed with you not joining the Ravens." nudged Draco from the side as he snickered with Blaise. Corvus just elbowed him in the ribs and continued to read the book.
The Slytherins were almost at the history classroom, when Corvus was accosted for the second time in the day, but this time it was by a first year student.
"Corvus! I'm- I'm Colin Creevey" said the younger boy breathlessly, taking a step forward he continued "I'm in Gryffindor too."
Corvus didn't know how to respond to the last statement. 'What's with people, not knowing my bloody house', with a sigh he said "I'm in Slytherin, Colin."
The poor boy just paled as he glanced at the older slytherins and scurried off as quickly as he could, which earned a round of chuckles. Corvus could only sigh as they entered the old ghost's classroom. As usual, the ghost professor started the class and slowly nearly everyone started dozing off. The vampiric revolution of 1130 was not at all interesting.
"Finally it's over" said draco as he stretched, while getting up from his seat. "Now i can finally go back to common room and talk to Flint over team selection." he continued.
"You trying out for the team?" Corvus asked with a raised eyebrow. Draco had never mentioned about joining the team, so it came as a surprise to Corvus.
"Yeah! Higgs said that he isn't going to play this year, with NEWTs and all. You should have seen Flint's face, he looked like he had blown a gasket." answered Draco as he continued putting his stuff in his bag and started moving out of the classroom.
Corvus grinned at this, He knew Draco was a formidable seeker. "That's wonderful mate, I am sure you will get the spot. Not many seekers in Slytherin anyway, if you do get the spot you will have to watch out for Diggory. He is quite a flier." said Corvus as they entered the portrait hole.
"Now since all the years have joined us, I have called this meeting to announce that Higgs won't be playing this year." said Flint as he scanned the Slytherins in front of him. "Now i want every Slythrin who knows how to hold a broom to meet me on the quidditch pitch in an hour. I don't care if you have homework, or you are sick you WILL be present." Flint continued and then he grabbed his quidditch gear and moved out of the common room.
"He looks royally pissed." said Blaise as the second year Slytherin made themselves comfortable on the couch near the fire place.
"The only thing he really cares about is quidditch. No shit, he is going to be pissed off. Higgs was one of the best seekers in recent history produced by Slytherin." Corvus pointed out. "Anyways, Draco's going to get the spot. The only one who even stands a chance is Robert NeDiro, but he has gained some weight, his build is not made for the seeker."
"What do you mean by that?" asked a curious Daphne as she joined the conversation.
"Traditionally, seekers need a lot of maneuverability during the flight and they must be agile, for quick turns and stuff. Its way harder to control the broom, when your body is bulky. If you see professional seekers, all of them have a sleek body to be more aerodynamic." explained Corvus
"I never thought it like that." commented Blaise as he thought about the quidditch stars.
"Yeah, My great grandfather is a quidditch enthusiast, He wants to turn me into a professional player, that's why i have a strict exercise and diet plan." replied Corvus. "And that's why, I believe Draco will be selected, not only he has talent, but has a perfect build for it." he continued.
Draco just swelled in pride, as his cousin praised him. "So you coming to the pitch?"
"Nah mate, I have some work in Library. Moreover its a tryout for seeker, what will I do there? I am a chaser and already on the team." replied Corvus as he went back to his room.
After relaxing for an hour or so, Corvus went to the Library, to read on the Vampiric Revolutions. This was the first time he slept in the class, and had to cover up for the missed lecture. After spending few hours in the Library, he moved to the Great hall for dinner, and saw all his friends already there.
"So, did you get the spot?" asked Corvus as he sat next to Daphne and keeping his bag under the table.
"I did get the spot, but I think Flint hates me"
Corvus just started laughing "Did he give you the speech about how he would kill you if you don't catch the snitch?" Draco just nodded slowly.
"Don't worry, He gave a similar kind of speech when i got a spot on the team, He just wants you in shape." Draco relaxed a bit and turned toward the other end of the table and saw lint glaring at him, and immediately turned back to his food, which only made Corvus laugh even more.
Next day second year Slytherins had double Defense with the Gryffindors and Corvus was not at all enthusiastic about the class. Corvus was wary of the new Defence Professor because of what happened the previous day, and to top it all the class was with Gryffindorks.
Corvus Patiently waited as the Defence Professor entered the class from the adjoining chamber and teased them about making a grand entrance. Lockhart then handed them a quiz to assess their knowledge of the subject. 'Maybe he isn't that bad' thought Corvus as he received the quiz.
His eyebrows started rising, as he started studying the questions on the quiz.
1) What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite color?
2) What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3) What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
'What in bloody hell is this? How can someone be so self obsessed' thought Corvus as he looked around the class and all the students seemed to have similar thoughts. 'this is bloody ridiculous'. He looked up to see smiling defence professor. With a resigned sigh he started working on the questions. After a while he just scribbled whatever came in his mind.
After 30 minutes, Lockhart collected the papers back and started looking over the answer. "Tut Tut, Hardly anyone remembers that my favourite color is Lilac, I say so in A year with the Yeti. But Ms. Granger here remembers my secret ambition of achieving world peace and starting my own franchise of hair products." At this he smiled at the giddy witch. He then went through some more paper and said "Mr. Black, my ideal gift would be harmony of all magical and non-magical people." He then looked at Corvus' Answer and continued "not A BRAIN".
"I am sorry professor, i just thought ideal gift is something a person doesn't have and desperately needs" replied Corvus innocently earning a round of laughter around the class. Lockhart looked a bit flustered but recovered quickly.
"It seems this class needs to review my books again, so your homework for the day is to write 5 inches on how I fought the ravaging nundu with a pair of chopstiks. Class dismissed" exclaimed Lockhart as he ushered the students out.
After the day of classes, Corvus went to see the potions professor for his weekly extra classes in the subject.
"Ah Mr. Black, we won't be having your scheduled lesson today" said Snape as he saw Corvus entering. Before Corvus could protest, Snape continued with a sneer "Our esteemed defense professor has requested Headmaster to give you an extra lesson."
"But- Sir, cant you please do something about it?"
"Unfortunately things are out of my hands, its just one lesson, seeing as you failed miserably on the quiz given by Professor Lockhart today, Headmaster agreed for an extra class. I suggest you hurry Mr. Black." said Snape as he went back to grading papers.
With a resigned sigh, Corvus traced his steps back to the defence classroom, where he met with the cheery professor. "Good of you to come Mr. Black, I have the perfect evening planned for us. Tonight i will teach you something that will help you throughout your life" with a dramatic pause he continued "Tonight we will learn how to answer the fan mail!"
Corvus just started blankly at the overly cheery professor. He sat opposite the the professor and picked a pile of letters on the table. 'Merlin, just kill me'
As soon as he opened his first letter, a chill went up his spine as he heard
#Come to me... Let me rip you... Let me kill you... Let me tear you#
Corvus immediately recognized it as Parseltongue and started looking around for a serpent, but could not find any. He thought the voice to be his imagination and started replying to the letters. After a couple of hours, Corvus was finally done answering the fan mail, and his extra defense lesson ended with that.
"Oh look at the time, I believe you should head back Mr. Black. How time flies when you are having fun" said Lockhart as he got up from the table. Corvus was bored out of his mind and was glad that the torture finally ended.
Corvus moved out of the classroom, and started walking back to his common room, but saw a large crowd gathered as soon as he took the first left. He moved through the crowd and saw water on the floor. Everyone around him seemed to be staring on the wall, when he looked up, he saw Flich's cat hanging by the tail from a nearby lamp and beside it and a message written on the wall with blood
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR... BEWARE
Corvus read the message and looked around only to see everyone staring at him with some sort of fear. Immediately all the professors led by Dumbledore arrived at the scene, and paled when they saw the message on the wall. Dumbledore looked around the crowd and his eyes settled on Corvus.
"Everyone back to common room" said Dumbledore in a strict voice, and everyone turned to go back to their common room. However Dumbledore spoke again "Everyone except Mr. Black."
The feeling of dread that Corvus was experiencing just turned 10 fold when he stopped and looked back. Now every student looked very suspicious of the second year Slytherin student. "Headmaster?" asked Corvus as the student body had left the corridor.
"Where were you Mr. Black, during the feast?" asked Dumbledore, with twinkle in his eyes.
'He knows i was with Lockhart, He assigned me the extra class' thought Corvus, as he stared at the headmaster. Before Corvus could formulate an answer Lockhart came to the rescue.
"He was helping me sign my fan mail, and we didn't realize the time headmaster" said Lockhart.
Dumbledore continued staring Corvus for few seconds and then with a smile dismissed him "Very well, You may go back to your common room."
Corvus couldn't understand what was happening, but he was sure that the whole school was thinking about how he was the Heir of Slytherin, if one was to go by the looks he received from the student populace. 'Bloody Dumbledore' thought Corvus as he entered the Slytherin common room. The Common room became deathly quite as soon as he stepped inside. Everyone seemed to stop their conversation and look at him.
He looked around and found his friends sitting near the fireplace on the usual spot. He walked towards them and sat next to Draco.
"Corvus, are you the Heir of Slytherin?" asked Daphne as soon as he sat.
"Oh come on Daph, How could he be. He is a Black, and blacks had no relations to Slytherin." answered Draco. Corvus nodded a thanks in return
"Moreover, I was with Lockhart at the time." added Corvus.
"So that's why you missed the dinner"
"Pretty much, The idiot made me answer his fan mail." said Corvus as he rubbed his temples. He looked around and saw quite a few prying ears go back to what they were doing once they heard Corvus' alibi.
"Don't tell me, you guys thought I was the heir" said Corvus as he saw a few guilty looking faces.
"Then do you know, who it might be" asked Tracy
"I don't know but i might have an idea, Its the Heir of Slytherin we are talking about. So he must be someone who could speak Parseltongue. How many people do you know, Who can speak the Serpent's language?" Corvus chuckled as he saw realisation draw on his friends face.
He was about to change the topic, when he heard a very pale Blaise say "TWO"
Both Corvus and Draco froze at that statement. Everyone started looking between him and Blaise.
Corvus simply stood up and started walking towards his room, just before climbing the stairs he said in a low voice.
"Well, It isn't me"
to be continued...
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