Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling, so Harry Potter sadly cannot be mine…
List of names :
The Black King: Voldemort – who else?
The White King: Dumbledore
Petunia (oldest sibling), also known as: Caspet or C.P.
Ris (the second oldest brother and older twin), also known as: Rissy-Ris-Ris or sometimes SOB-story, drama-queen, (Severus Snape) or S.O.
Rus (third oldest and younger twin), also known as: Severus Snape or P.T. from Perseus Tobias
Res (youngest sibling), also known as: R.A. Is listed as dead since 1979.
Now on with the story:
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RINGS, TWINS AND HERMIONE
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Hogwarts
The potion master's private lab
In early November
"Rus, I need your expertise," Rus looked up from the potion he was brewing.
"If it's not potion related, go and find the idiot. I don't have time to do your biding just because you think it has to be I who has to help you," he said and turned back to his potion.
"Ris is grading homework," the other one said.
Rus rolled this eyes.
"He can stop that for now. It's not as if it's important to grade homework, Res," he said.
The other one shrugged.
"You're right, grading homework is not really important," Res answered. "But it's a miracle that he is grading it at all…"
"I threatened him to use him for target practice if he didn't," Rus said and added another ingredient. "So believe me, he will grade the homework even if you call him away for some time."
"Yeah, well," Rus sighed and turned when he heard his younger brother's hesitation.
"Why do you need me?"
Res hesitated another moment, then he shrugged helplessly.
"Curse-creation," he answered and Rus pinched his nose.
"Curse-creation, all right. What do you need created that Ris can't do it? You and I know he is as good as I when it comes to that part."
"Well, yes. But Ris is the nice one. I don't need a nice curse."
"So, what do you need?"
"What would The Black King use as a protection for a ring that might or might not hold a part of his soul?"
Rus contemplated that one.
"What did he use?" he asked thoughtfully.
"A lot of nasty wards and curses around the place it was hidden," Res answered instantly. "But I need a curse to add on the ring, something nasty and dark if you would…"
Rus snorted.
"Whatever for?" he asked and Res raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really think it would deceive anyone if the ring doesn't feel dark?" he answered his older brother. "They will at least check it, so I need a curse that will at least give of the feeling the ring has now."
Rus contemplated that while he added the last of his ingredients to his potion before turning of the flames and leaving it to cool down.
"You're right," he said. "But what about the curses you know? Shouldn't you know curses that can imitate the effect you want, after all you are an Unspeakable."
Res just snorted.
"I am, but you and I know that another Unspeakable would recognize any curses that are created by me. They know my work. It would be a light beacon, pointing right at me as the culprit. You instead, you are different. We both know that if you don't want it, there will be no trace leading back at you."
Rus shrugged and left his potion lab to go to the office. He banged open the door and strode in regally while his startled brother was just in time to safe the red inkpot he had nearly knocked over when Rus entered.
"Do you have to startle me, Russy?" he asked sneering.
Rus sneered right back.
"Res needs your expertise," he said. "He needs a curse for the ring."
"I don't do dark curses, Rus," the other one said, while rolling his eyes.
Rus just pinched his nose.
"I create it, you cast it," he said.
This time his brother raised an eyebrow.
"I cast it?" he repeated, disbelief colouring his voice.
"The Black King's magical signature. Make it muted," Rus replied.
"Ah, forging evidence it is," Ris said grinning. "Well, that I can do without a problem."
Rus snorted.
"I know. There's a reason why I went to you and did not follow Res' idea to do it myself."
"All right. Just tell me when you're ready."
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Two weeks later a very happy Res left the potion master's quarters through the floo, happily clutching a cursed ring hidden in brown wrapping paper in his hands.
Another two days later the ring of Cadmus Peverell, the second of the Deathly Hollows, vanished out of an old shack in Little Hangleton and a cursed ring – looking and feeling the same – took its place with no one the wiser.
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Hogwarts
The potion master's living room
27th of November
"I'm bored, Rus."
The other one did not even look up from his reading.
"Then go and brew the new batch of healing potion for the hospital wing."
"But I don't wanna brew, Rus!"
"Then you aren't bored enough."
Silence.
Then: "But I am bored!"
This time Rus snorted.
"Go home," he said. "Caspet definitely has something to do for you."
"But I don't wanna go home, Rus!"
"Then read or something like that!"
"But I don't wanna read!"
"Then play doghouse or whatever, oh dog-twin of mine! I don't care as long as you shut up!"
Silence.
More silence.
Even more silence.
Then: "But… I'm bored, Rus!"
"Ris! I want to read! Do whatever you want as long as you stop disturbing my free time!"
"But, Rus!"
Rus sighed and put down his book.
"Alright, Ris. What do you want to do?" of course, Rus knew he shouldn't give in but he also knew that Ris did not know when to stop. If Rus didn't give in, Ris would never leave him alone.
Ris grinned.
"How much Polyjuice Potion do you have?"
Rus groaned.
"No, Ris!"
"But…"
"No! Don't even think about something like this!"
"But…"
"Ris!"
"But, Rus…"
Rus groaned again, then he sighed.
"No Polyjuice Potion," he said, giving in. "It's too difficult to brew."
Ris stopped, thinking.
"Colour Changing Potion or Shrinking Solution?" he finally asked pouting.
Rus sighed again.
"Alright. They're easy enough to make."
"YES!" Rus just looked bemused at his through his living room dancing brother. Sometimes he marvelled how his twin and himself were even able to play the same person under the watchful eyes of the Black and the White King – also known as Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore.
Both of them were clearly insane to confuse Rus with his idiotic, energetic and annoying, a few minutes elder twin-brother. And yet, Rus and Ris had been switching places regularly, even when they were still at Hogwarts for schooling themselves.
"Luckily you are the elder, Ris," Rus said sarcastically. "If you weren't I might have been the one cursed with the infamous family-insanity after all! Really, I prefer to be a Prince."
Ris just rolled with his eyes before starting to laugh madly.
"And there he goes and proves me right again," Rus sighed and pinched his nose.
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Two days later a fuming Minerva McGonagall dragged a pair of Weasley-twins on their ears to her office.
Minerva McGonagall's hair and skin was green. Slytherin-green. Little silver snakes danced over her also green robes.
The twins didn't look better. Both of their normal red hair was Slytherin-green, the same could be said about their skin and robes. Little silver snakes danced across their robes and their cheeks. On their backs was seen a huge Slytherin crest.
"This time you went too far, Messers Weasley!" the teacher fumed. "First shrinking the whole school down to five centimetres and then, when we're after two hours finally back to normal you decided to paint us in the others' house colours! This time you won't get away with a month long detention! If I have my way you will serve detention until the end of the year – and by Professor Snape no less!"
"But we didn't do anything!" one bewildered Weasley-twin said.
"Yeah," the other one said. "But it was an awesome idea!"
"Yeah," the other one said. "I wish we would have thought about something like that!"
"If you don't want to serve detention until graduation, Messers Weasley, you should shut up, now!" was the only answer of the teacher.
"Shutting up now, Professor," one green-painted twin said.
"Yeah, shutting up. But it was awesome, don't you think so, Professor?" the other one said.
Minerva McGonagall's mouth twitched.
But then, no one had been hurt, no lessons were disrupted because it had been at dinner and it had been kind of funny seeing a disgruntled looking mini-Snape sitting in his tomato-soup.
Maybe the twins would get away with just another month of detention…
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"Don't you feel sorry for them, Rus?" one guilty all grown-up twin asked the other.
The other one thought about it. Then he shrugged.
"No," he said. "You?"
The first guilty twin also thought about it.
"No," he finally declared. "They disrupted my potion's class last week by vanishing three of my desks. I call it pay-back."
The other one nodded.
"Oh, yes. This was pay-back. Really, really awesome done pay-back."
And with that they left the guiltless twins to their fate.
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Hogwarts
Gryffindor Common Room
Shortly before Harry's first Quidditch match
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"We're friends, now, aren't we?"
Harry looked up to Hermione. It was just a few weeks after the fateful Hallowe'en night and Hermione had hang out with Ron and him ever since then.
"Yes, I guess we are," he said.
Hermione smiled.
"You said something about someone trying to steal the thing Hagird brought from Gringotts."
"Yes, Snape," Harry confirmed.
Hermione blinked.
"But why are you so insistent that it is Snape who tries to steal it? I mean…"
"He was limping after Hallowe'en. He was bitten, Hermione."
Hermione blinked and thought about it.
"Well, yes, maybe. But… couldn't it just be you thinking bad about him because you don't like him?"
Harry snorted.
"This has nothing to do with me liking him or not. And even you have to see that he hates me since the first potion's class – and I didn't do anything to him beforehand!"
Hermione contemplated that.
Then she nodded to herself.
"Alright. I will watch him, I promise."
Harry looked at her surprised.
"You will watch him? Where? When? Why?"
"When you're playing Quidditch, Harry. If he truly hates you and if he truly wants the thing hidden beyond the trapdoor and knows you suspect him, we should be prepared for the Quidditch match!"
"Er… thanks, Hermione," Harry said. "But I don't think he knows I suspect him."
"Nevertheless, I will look out for his actions!" Hermione said stubbornly.
Harry just nodded.
"Alright," he said. "Thanks."
SsSsSsSsSs
Later on Hermione was relieved that she decided to protect Harry from Snape. She couldn't believe that Snape had tried to kill Harry in front of the whole school!
Oh, yes, Harry was right. Snape was more than suspicious!
And Hermione would do everything to find out what was hidden under the trapdoor and then she would stop Snape from taking it!
And if she had to give up some of her reading time, so be it. She wouldn't stop until she knew that Snape was stopped!
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Harry just sighed when Hermione started to help with the research about whatever was hidden in the castle. He didn't mind it, but it was hard to keep an expressionless mask when he watched his friends looking at Snape with suspicion. It was especially hilarious because his friends didn't dare to turn their backs on the potion master.
His uncles just looked at him and his friends with a raised eyebrow, every time he met them. Of course Ron and Hermione had no idea that the man they met wasn't dangerous to them. And of course Harry had not told his uncles that he was using them to keep Ron and Hermione away from searching the true culprit – not that he knew who it was.
Still, Harry was really looking forward to his uncles' expressions when they found out what Harry had told his friends about them.
It would be hilarious to see.
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That's it for today. 'Till next time.