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Chapter 1: Chapter One
The Heir of Corvus IV: The Goblet of FireBy Becca
Summary: AU.Taken from a doorstep twelve years previous, Harry James Potter-Corvus, the heir to the throne of the Corvus Clan is a vampire, and he’s damn proud of it. Now, Harry returns to the mortal world for his fourth year at Hogwarts. We take a deeper look into his training in the magical area as it picks up, we find out more about Harry and about his friends and we follow him through his fourth year as he faces the trials of the Tournament.
The slash starts here people. Harry/Terry from quite early in the beginning. I have tried to keep all scenes below the R (or M) rating that I’ve given all fics. I ask you please to skip the bits you don’t like, all flames will be ignored.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise and most things you don’t.
Chapter One
“I feel stupid!” Harry whined, wincing as his Da held his head in place and made him continue to stare into the mirror.
“You look stupid too.” His Pa retorted and Harry huffed but couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter from escaping when Ivan clipped Danté over the back of his head. He sighed and decided to indulge his fathers once more, staring at his own reflection as he stood up straighter, squared his shoulders and held his head high.
“Okay, so I’m looking. Now what am I supposed to do?” he asked irritably as he glanced at his Da through the mirror. The elder vampire merely rolled his eyes with exasperation and pointed for him to keep looking.
“It’s all about getting your posture right Har, it’s something that we all had to learn, albeit older than you, and we couldn’t be seen out in public unless we were standing straight with the legendary look of Corvus arrogance. Work with me here, darling, and if you get this right in the next few days then your Pa and I will buy you and your friend the best tickets available for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.”
“My dear father, that sounds like a bribe! I accept, but I do so with indignation!” Harry teased, tossing non-existent hair over his shoulder mockingly. When his Da merely looked at him pointedly, Harry rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the mirror. “So you mean I have to learn how to walk and everything ‘elegantly’ and I have to do so all the time?” he asked again, with a little more seriousness in his voice this time.
“Well, not all the time, just when you’re not in our family rooms. You need to learn this before we can start teaching you how to use your body to your advantage.” Ivan replied and when Harry stared at him blankly, his Pa snorted.
“He means before we can teach you how to seduce people, Precious. We’ve decided to start your education in the arts of sex and seduction earlier.” Danté offered and Harry arched an eyebrow but wisely decided not to comment.
“That’s not to say that you can go out and have sex, of course. We’re just going to make sure you understand the acts.” His Da was quick to assure him and Harry smirked, sticking his tongue out childishly as he tugged at the tight shirt that clung to his chest. “We decided that if you were old enough for the not-so-nice tasks, then you’re old enough to know about the fun stuff as well.”
Harry nodded again and sighed, going back to staring at himself in the mirror as he lost himself in his thoughts. He had been back from Hogwarts for three weeks now, he saw Siri every day, his usual cheerful self, but he was lucky to have even laid eyes on Remus twice as the werewolf preferred to stick to his rooms.
Harry still hadn’t told his two fathers what had happened and they hadn’t asked, though they knew that it had something to do with Remus. Still, he would have to tell them soon, if just because they were getting frustrated at the tension whenever Harry and Remus were in the same room together. Besides, they deserved to know… and they would understand.
Terry would be coming in just a few days and then in about two weeks would be his fourteenth birthday. Neither Remus nor Sirius would be returning next year for the Defence job, Remus had, apparently, gone to Dumbledore at the end of the year and told him that he no longer wanted to teach and Sirius wouldn’t do it alone. So there was going to be a new teacher that Harry could look forward to meeting.
He snorted.
He wondered how incompetent this one would be, and how long it would take him before he tried to have Harry killed. Well, he’d deal with that when it came, besides, there was nothing to say that there would be anything wrong with this teacher and Harry prided himself on judging individually, so he would do so.
“Come on darling,” Ivan said with a sigh, turning Harry away from the mirror. “That’ll do for today, you’re distracted again. Your Pa and I have something that we need to talk to you about anyway.” He said again as he steered Harry towards the settee. Harry offered them a smile as they sat either side of him and then he rested his head on his Pa’s shoulder.
“So what's up then?” he asked cheerfully, eyeing their sudden hesitation suspiciously but otherwise made no comment. Finally, Danté was the one who found the words he needed first and he chose them very carefully.
“We have been asked to play host to a mortal.” His Pa said slowly and Harry arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. For some reason, he wasn’t sure whether he liked where this was going. “Basically Harry, both Remus and Albus have asked if we would mind if Draco Malfoy spent the remainder of the holidays here. He has been publicly disowned, everyone now knows that he is a werewolf as it somehow crept into the Daily Prophet and he needs a place to stay.”
Harry’s jaw clenched.
“If you say no, Har, then we say no.” his Da was quick to assure him and Harry growled low in his throat as he brushed a hand through his hair.
“I can’t say no! How could they even ask! Both of them should know that I bring noone but my friends to my home and Malfoy most certainly isn’t my friend, nor do I want him to be! Tell me, Ivan Corvus, how the fuck are we supposed to say no to that?” he snapped, glaring at them both forcefully now.
“I would have thought it to be easy actually. No, N…O. See, it’s not hard.” His Da teased but Harry didn’t let up. “I don’t understand why you feel that you can’t say no.” he said finally, sighing with exasperation and Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Then let me spell it out for you old man, Remus hates me now as it is. He doesn’t want to see me, he won’t speak to me, he won’t look at me, and now he wants to bring his new bastard of a boy into my home! If I say no then Remus will leave and go elsewhere, taking Siri and fucking Malfoy with him. I’ve lost one and I’m not going to lose another just because of that idiot.”
“Harry, Remus doesn’t hate you.” Ivan said firmly and Harry looked up at him wearily, not even bothering to point out the obvious as his Da winced at the look in his eyes. “I thought you and Draco were getting on better now anyway. If you don’t want him in our home, darling, then he won’t come. It’s as simple as that.”
“But its not,” Harry said again softly, “it’s not even that I don’t want him to come, I still pity him and I know that he needs a place to stay. Sure, the manor is big enough and we’re not enemies anymore, but we’re not friends either. I don’t like bringing people who I don’t trust and don’t know into our home. I can’t say no anyway, I won’t give Remus even more of an excuse to hate me. Now, excuse me but I have homework to do. Good night.”
With that said, Harry stood and left the room before either of his fathers could say anything. Ivan and Danté exchanged looks and then nodded at the same time, standing up. They grasped hands as they left the family room and stepped out onto the corridor, watching their sons back disappear into his room before they turned and forcefully pushed open Remus and Sirius’ bedroom door.
They were unsurprised to find Remus sat in a chair by the window flipping through a book while Sirius played on Harry’s old playstation. Both wizards looked up when they entered, and when they saw the look in the Corvus Lord’s eyes while they closed the door, they stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them completely.
“Remus.” Ivan said with a hint of coldness in his tone that he couldn’t keep out even if he wanted too. “You have asked Harry to let someone he doesn’t really know and trust into his home, and he has agreed to do so, not for Malfoy, but for you. He is hurting, Remus, and he believes you hate him something terrible.” He said again and then paused, holding up his hand to still any protests.
“I don’t care what happened between you, but I want it sorted out and soon. He’s not even fourteen yet and you haven’t looked at him for over three weeks, let alone spoken to him. This is killing him; he thinks he’s lost you. Watch him when he thinks your not looking; see what you are doing to him.”
“I don’t hate him.” Remus said with a sigh as he closed his book properly and let it drop to the floor. “I am just a little upset with him right now. I love him Ivan, you know that.”
“Yes, we know that but it’s Harry who doesn’t. As far as he is concerned, you hate him now and Malfoy has taken his place in your heart.”
“…Look, I’ve got to go and see Dumbledore in a minute and pick up Draco, but I’ll try and speak to him when I get back, okay?”
“He’ll do better than try.” Sirius interrupted, firmly for once as he nodded at Ivan and Danté, completely ignoring his lover for the minute. Ivan nodded his thanks and then slipped out of the room with his husband in tow, but not without sending another glare to Remus first.
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Harry stared down at the blank piece of parchment with a heavy sigh, as he had been doing for the last hour. He couldn’t think and thus he couldn’t write, hell he couldn’t even remember what the homework assignment had been, though he had read it through three times already.
He pushed it away and rolled around until he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t think of anything else to do, either. A knock distracted him from his thoughts about nothing and he propped himself up on his elbows before calling whoever it was to enter, surprised to see one of the guards.
“My lord, your father requests your presence in the Entrance Hall. You need to greet the guest...” Kieran called and Harry stared at him in disbelief for a minute, when his Da had asked him, he had thought that he would have at least a few days to get used to the idea first, not once did he imagine that Remus would run straight out to get him.
He clenched his jaw.
“I’ll be out in a minute then.” He offered after a minute and then flopped back down onto the bed as soon as the door was closed. Nobody told him that he would actually have to go and welcome the mortal either. Perhaps he should speak to Terry and see if he could come a few days earlier than planned…
He pushed himself to his feet and then straightened out his red Corvus robes, snatching up his weapons belt from the side. He kicked the door open, perhaps a little hard, as he fixed said belt around his waist and ignored the resulting bang as it slammed against the wall.
His Da and his Pa were already in the ‘Entrance Hall’ waiting and he nodded to then indifferently as he stepped up beside them. No sooner had he stepped into place than the doors opened and Remus walked in with his arm around Draco’s shoulder, he kept his expression blank as the two werewolves stopped in front of them.
“Welcome to the Corvus Manor. I hope you find yourself welcome here, make yourself at home and feel free to ask for whatever you need.” Harry said formally and neutrally when his two fathers turned to look at him pointedly. “If you would like to follow me, I will show you around and take you to your room.” he said again and then gestured for Malfoy to go first up the stairs.
The blonde hesitated and looked at Remus, but the older werewolf merely nodded with a smile and nudged him on. Only when the other boy was in front of him did Harry turn to leave without a word to either of his fathers or his uncle.
“Harry.” Harry stopped as Remus called out to him and then he closed his eyes briefly and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes hard and cold. “I would like to speak with you sometime this afternoon…”
“I’m busy.” Harry replied flatly before he could even think about it and then he turned once more and led the blonde Slytherin through the manor.
He made sure that he was polite and courteous at all times as he pointed out the rooms they passed and then he hesitated in his ‘family’ area, trying to decide where to put him. In the end, he decided on the room next to Remus and Sirius’ and he pushed open the door, motioning for the other boy to go first before he stepped in behind him and shut the door.
“You have a bathroom in the door to the right. In the next room on the left is Remus and Sirius’ bedroom should you wish to speak with them in the evening. The room on the right is my own should you need anything. Directly opposite is the library. If you are okay for now then I’ll ask you to excuse me, I have work to do.” He said and then he nodded before he bowed curtly and turned to leave.
“Corvus.” Malfoy called and Harry stopped but didn’t turn to look at him again. “Look – I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to come between you and Remus…” he said again hesitantly and Harry rolled his eyes and he sighed before he turned around and offered the boy a small smile.
“You didn’t, believe me. Do not fault yourself for this is beyond any of us. Enjoy yourself, Draco, while you are in my home you are my guest and you are my friend.” he said softly and then slipped out of the room quickly and back into his own.
There.
That was over with quickly.
He deeply regretted being so cold to Remus though; he didn’t know where that had come from. His uncle had probably just been trying to understand and now wanted to talk to him about it… so why had he refused? He shrugged; he would just have to be careful of his words next time, if there was a next time.
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“There is a little more in the bottle, my Lord, if youare hungry.” The pathetic voice of a little, weak, man squeaked in almost a whisper.
“Later,” said a second voice, this one was much colder and seemingly stronger. “Move me closer to the fire, Wormtail.” The one that was, undoubtedly, Lord Voldemort hissed once more and then came the sound of a large chair scraping against the floor.
“My Lord, may I ask how long we are to stay here?” the first man asked again, the man that Harry would recognise anywhere. So did this mean that Voldemort was already back in his body? Harry couldn’t see, the back of the chair was high and so unless he wanted to move around to the other side, then he wouldn’t know.
But he didn’t want to move around to the side, for some reason.
“A week, perhaps longer. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over.” Voldemort replied once more, the cold icy voice that Harry would not forget anytime soon.
A noise behind him grabbed Harry’s attention and he spun around quickly, the door was open just a crack and the eye of a mortal could be seen, peering through. Harry rolled his eyes at the man’s foolishness… but he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move to shut the door nor manage to get a word out to warn him.
“Forgive me, but – I do not understand – why should we wait until the World Cup is over?” Peter Pettigrew asked again, stuttering slightly as he managed to stumble over his own feet. Harry sneered.
“Because, fool, at this very moment, wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activity, checking and double-checking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait.”
Well, nobody could say that Voldemort was stupid.
Harry listened with half an ear as he glanced around the room, trying to work out what the hell was going on and where he was. He wasn’t here in person, because he couldn’t seem to walk, or do anything but stand there and listen. So was this a dream? A nightmare perhaps? Brought on by the fact that he knew what Peter Pettigrew would be doing at this very minute?
He turned his full attention back when he heard his own name though.
“It could be done without Harry Potter, My Lord.” Wormtail said quickly and Harry watched as he cringed, obviously waiting for an attack.
“Without Harry Potter?” Voldemort hissed and then paused. “I see…”
“My Lord, I do not say this out of concern for the boy!” Pettigrew was quick to assure him. “The boy is nothing to me, nothing at all! It is merely that if we were to use another witch or wizard – any wizard – the thing could be done so much more quickly! If you allowed me to leave you for a short while – you know that I can disguise myself most effectively – I could be back here in as little as two days with a suitable person-”
“I could use another wizard,” Voldemort interrupted the rambling softly, though the only thought that went through Harry’s mind was that Pettigrew was obviously in a hurry to get away already. He snorted at the thought and tuned out the little argument that followed.
The muggle at the door was leaning in closer now, too close, any minute he would probably fall flat on his face and give himself away. At least, Harry assumed he was a muggle considering he hadn’t run away yet.
“I have my reasons for using the boy, as I have already explained to you, and I will use no other…”
Notes: First chapter of the fourth story as promised, I hope you like it grins
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