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Chapter 1: Chapter One
The Heir of Corvus III: The Prisoner of AzkabanBy Becca
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise and some things you don’t. Ivan and Danté are sooooooo mine. -sticks tongue out.-
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, the heir to the Corvus throne returns to the mortal world for a third year of education at Hogwarts. He’s in for a very busy year in which much happens and poor Harry is left to deal with it. He overcomes his stubbornness on certain areas, fights a fear and, of course, starts his optional classes.
Notes: Okay so here’s the first chapter of the third story. I hope you like it and I think I’ll warn you now… as this is barely touching the book at all because Sirius was already freed, it was difficult and so a lot happens and stuff like that, hopefully it wont be too intolerable for you lol. Oh! Sorry for those who were looking forward to seeing him in Egypt, I tried writing it but I couldn’t.
Chapter One
Harry paused and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sigh. In just two days it would be his birthday, and as always he was looking forward to it. His fathers had worked him something terrible this summer, they were worried about this vampire weapon that the rebels had.
There had been only two attacks, and they were from smaller clans who were merely trying to take over the largest, but nothing had come from the rebels. This fact seemed to make his fathers even more nervous. From sunrise to sun fall Harry was pushed and pushed in all aspects, both physical and magical.
He had been pushed this hard before of course, but that was when the training first started when he was five and by the time he was seven, things had calmed down. He enjoyed himself though, even if it did mean that he collapsed into bed at night completely exhausted. Remus and Sirius pushed him at his wandless magic, teaching him every curse, charm or spell they could think of, along with the blocks.
His two fathers worked on his aim so that he never once missed, even when blindfolded. His Da finally taught him how to dodge bullets, but the elder vampire didn’t allow anyone else to sit in on those lessons, especially not Danté. Ivan enjoyed taunting the other ancient too much in his inability to dodge to let him see how it was done.
It was really very simple actually; it was rather like fighting with a blindfold. One was to trust their instincts explicitly, not pause for thought or to check when they heard or sensed the air shift and were to push themselves faster than the average speed, faster than even Harry thought possible.
He snickered at the thought, but even though he enjoyed himself, he couldn’t wait to get to school where he could have a little rest.
On top of that, his Da and his Pa had left him stood in the middle of the room as he tried to do the thing with his sword where he bounced the bullets off the metal and send them back to the shooters. He had only managed to do that twice more, and then he swore that it was just a fluke.
So, with these lessons of dodging and rebounding bullets, Harry usually ended up with more stuck in him than on the floor. Though the former lesson was something he had finally mastered after over a month of daily attempts.
Egypt had been very educational and entertaining at the same time. His Da had paid so that they could explore some of the tombs along with a few mortal curse breakers, Adam and Vice. They had both shown him quite a few runes and had explained what they meant and Harry couldn’t help but smirk as he thought of the fact that he now had a head start above Hermione for the Ancient Runes class.
Another thing he learnt about was the wounds and injuries that a curse breaker found himself in often, mainly Adam and Vice of course. They had delighted in explaining most of their past errors to him, and the errors of there friends.
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes as he glared ahead at the moving target board. It was going extremely fast from side to side now and it was irritating the hell out of him. He sighed and cracked his neck to the side before he snatched two of his daggers off the floor, closed his eyes and listened.
He waited and loosened his tense muscles for a minute before he finally threw one, his hand moving faster than the board was itself and he had thrown the second before the first even hit. With a simple wave of his hand, more daggers came to him and then he sensed them merely hovering at his side, he grabbed one, threw it, grabbed another and threw it again. He did this several more times before he opened his eyes and looked.
Every single dagger had hit the bull’s-eye of the moving target.
He grinned a smug grin and then glanced over his shoulder where his Da stood watching. Said grin only widened when he saw the proud smile on Ivan’s face and he relaxed his stance entirely before calling his weapons back to him. He took his time as he placed them each back on his belt in the correct holders and then strapped them to his wrists and ankles again. When he was ready, he turned back to his Da and allowed himself to be swept up off his feet.
His Pa was with Remus and Sirius somewhere, discussing something that they didn’t want him to hear about, thus it was most likely about his birthday. Harry had, of course, subtly reminded both of his fathers about the previous year to make sure that they wouldn’t be stupid enough to put something in his drink again. They had both blanched at that and sent him apologetic looks but promised him that they wouldn’t even consider doing such a thing.
Susan had invited him to spend the last week of the summer holidays at her house with her aunt, and Harry was still trying to decide whether he wanted to go or not. His fathers weren’t pleased with the idea, but they would allow him to go if it was what he wanted. Really, it would be better if this so called ‘weapon’ just attacked him and got it over with. If they had all had time to assess this mans skill then things would be able to relax a little.
“What’re you thinking about?” Ivan asked softly as he sat down with his son on his knee on the wide window ledge. Harry blinked out of his thoughts and looked at him for a minute before smiling softly.
“Susan, the invite, school, this weapon… so the usual.” He replied after a minute and Ivan returned his smile with an apologetic glance.
“I’m sorry about all of this Har, but none of us want anything to happen to you. Its better to overestimate ones opponent than it is to underestimate him as you know. Its all necessary anyway, all stuff you would have learnt bit by bit over time… especially if we had time. I’m sure we’re overreacting, but never mind.” He said and Harry snorted softly.
“Don’t worry about it Da, I have had fun, it’s just a bit much at times is all.” He shrugged indifferently and then grinned, “how about you and I do something other than training for the rest of the day? Perhaps you could even help me with my homework.” He offered and Ivan rolled his eyes but didn’t stop the small smile from tugging at his lips.
“You don’t need help with your homework… but I’ll come anyway.” He replied and then stood up, smiling as Harry’s legs automatically wrapped around his waist once more. They both sent a quick glance around the room to look for any left over weapons, but when they didn’t see any, Ivan crossed to the door and slipped out into the corridor.
Ivan’s room wasn’t that far and so they reached it without seeing anyone other than the two guards that followed them everywhere, and the other two guards that stood outside of the door. Harry pushed it open and then wriggled out of his Da’s grasp until his feet hit the floor softly.
He crossed the room to where his trunk lay at the end of the bed and then pulled out some books, ink, parchment and notes before he crawled onto the bed and settled on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. His Da lay beside him and Harry grinned, he had been able to sleep by himself for weeks now, ever since the harsh training started and he found himself exhausted every night, but he still slept in here more times than not.
Something that didn’t help his father’s sex life much.
He snickered at the thought and then shook his head before straightening the books out and opening them to the right page. Ivan glanced through his notes, asking questions every now and again while Harry searched for the piece of parchment that he had written his homework assignments on.
Transfiguration first.
Harry grinned as he shot forward smoothly, his eyes closed loosely as he twisted out of the way. He didn’t fight with his fathers wearing a blindfold anymore, he could beat them with both and so he merely left it alone. He did find himself closing his eyes more often; it seemed to heighten the sense of freedom that he was feeling.
His senses and his instincts ruled him as he danced his way around another blow and parried one from his Pa. His two fathers moved entirely different when fighting and so Harry could easily distinguish which was which. He listened carefully and then ducked out of the way of the next attack in the same time that he launched one of his own.
His Da jumped back out of the way before his thighs could be cut and Harry smirked before he twisted around, still lowered and threw the same attack at his Da. He was already moving again by the time his Da had blocked.
In the corners of the room, Harry could hear the targets moving around and he threw a dagger at one of them just for the sake of it. He heard the sound of the blade sinking into the cardboard and smirked again.
A snort of amusement came from the left and Harry nearly opened his eyes when he felt the air shift and two more people join his fathers. His grin merely widened though and he paused for a minute to adjust his stance and his defence. No sooner had he done this that the now four opponents moved in at the same time.
He brought his left arm up to parry a blow from the left while he used the sword in his right hand to stop one from behind. As soon as the metal of the blades clashed with another, he dropped to the floor and rolled to the right, hearing the swords of two others hit the stone floor where he had been stood seconds before.
He opened his eyes for a second to see who had joined them and grinned when he saw the two twins, Leon and Joel. He nodded to them before he closed his eyes once more and then just let his senses and instincts take over for him.
He stepped to the left smoothly and managed to flip a dagger out of someone’s hands, but before he could move again, he felt a blade pressed against his own throat. He tensed for a minute and held out his hands as if he was going to concede to defeat but then he grabbed hold of his Pa’s arm, the one he knew to be behind him, and heaved with as much strength as he could and thus effectively pulling the ancient over his shoulder and throwing him into the wall.
He smirked at the grunt of irritation he heard in reply and then heard his Pa’s back thump against the wall. Without even bothering to look, Harry was moving again. He winced as he felt the hilt of a sword smash into his shoulder blades but he didn’t even let that slow him down.
He moved straight for one of the guards now and managed to block the attacks from his Da and the other guard with one hand while he launched his own with the other. His feet moved swiftly, barely touching the floor before he was off again. His eyes opened as the smile on his face grew; he wanted to watch this time.
It was Leon that he was forcing back and he could see that the guard was already struggling to keep up with him, Harry pulled his other sword away from defence a minute and he thrust it into Leon’s stomach while the one in his right hand aimed for the neck. Leon, of course, blocked the upper attack but he hadn’t seen the second one coming.
He paused, it was only for a second, but that was long enough for Harry to disarm him and throw the sword through the glass and out of the window. Without waiting to see whether he would concede defeat or not, Harry brought his left hand back across and the blade sank deeply into the chest of the guard, careful to miss the heart.
Before Leon had even fallen, Harry had turned and was facing Joel and his Da, searching around with his awareness for his Pa, but apparently he wasn’t in the room. While he had allowed himself to be distracted for that second, his Da had disarmed him but with a simple wave of his hand, he had a sword and a dagger ready to use.
“That’s enough for today.” The soft voice came from the door and Harry stopped along with his Da and Joel to look over at his Pa who had obviously just returned. Harry glanced at him curiously and then at the clock on the wall, he hadn’t stopped before sun fall once this summer…. So why now?
“Yes… Joel, Leon, can you leave us please? Make it known that we are not to be disturbed for anything.” Ivan replied in the same soft voice and Harry relaxed his stance, frowning now. His father’s didn’t even turn to look at him until the two guards were out of the room though, and then only after they had made sure that the door was shut.
He felt the intensity of their gaze then but he turned away from it, a small feeling of dread twisting in his stomach, and so he sought to put this conversation off for as long as he could by collecting up his weapons.
“We haven’t finished yet.” his Da said when he had strapped the last dagger back to his left wrist and Harry quirked an eyebrow, finally turning to look at them. They were standing side by side in front of the door and were watching him closely. In his Pa’s hand was a curled up black thing and Harry stared at it in confusion.
“There is still one or two more things that we need to help you with, Har.” His Pa said and then by way of explanation, he shook out the black thing until it straightened out and dangled on the floor in front of him.
A whip.
Harry tensed as he stared at the thing. He hadn’t even seen one of those since that time all those years ago. Oh, he remembered it well, Merlin did he remember it. Not that he wanted too, of course, but it was rather difficult to forget such a situation that caused him personally so much change.
“We need to help you get over your fear of these things, my son.”
“No-”
“What would it be like if this attacker turned up with a whip in his hands? Would you just freeze, like you have now, and lose yourself in your memories? Even a moment’s hesitation could cost you your life, and that is not something we are willing to risk.” His Da interrupted smoothly, his tone gentle and understanding. Harry opened his mouth to protest again, his eyes still fixed on the weapon as he was stuck remembering. “No Har, this needs to be done and we won’t let you refuse. You are better than this… it’s just a weapon, my son. It can’t kill you like the knife or guns, all it can do is cause you pain.”
“Ivan’s right Harry. This is nowhere near as dangerous or harmful as the weapons you play with daily… trust us; let us help you get over this.” Danté said again and Harry sighed heavily, he nodded and moved to stand in the middle of the room, finally able to drag his eyes from the whip. He unsheathed his two swords once more and took a deep breath before he just… waited.