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.; Unspeakable; Is listed as dead since 1979.

Now on with the story:

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UNCLE, UNCLE

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Hogwarts

The Entrance Hall

Christmas time

"Potter!"

Harry stopped mid-corridor tensing when he heard the known voice of his dreaded potion professor.

Ron and Hermione also turned.

Ron's face showed disgust and Hermione's distrust. Harry had to keep from smiling.

"Detention, Potter!"

"Whatever for?" Harry asked, glaring at his potion professor as good as he could. His eyes were twinkling, but his face showed nothing but absolutely, deeply rooted dislike.

Professor Snape sneered.

"For your cheek, Potter!" he hissed.

"But! But that's not fair!" Ron protested.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for talking back to a professor!"

Ron opened his mouth again, but Hermione stopped him from speaking.

"Don't, Ron!" she hissed.

Professor Snape just sneered at them again, then he left.

"Git," Ron commented.

"Yeah, damn bat of the dungeons," Harry said.

"Ron! Harry!" Hermione admonished them, but the boys just shrugged of her protest.

"You can't say he isn't," Ron said and Hermione opened her mouth, just to shut it again. Instead she frowned and then let it be.

Harry said nothing.

Later that day he packed his school bag and then left the common room after telling his friends he was heading to detention.

When he reached the office of the potion master, he knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in," a voice said and Harry entered.

Inside was the potion professor, sitting at the table.

Well, it was the potion professor – just with flaming red hair.

Harry blinked astonished.

Silence.

Harry knew he was gawking but he definitely wasn't sure what to say in the moment.

"What happened?" he finally asked.

The potion master looked up from grading homework.

"Why do you think something happened, Potter?" he said sneering.

Harry just snorted.

"Either the Weasley twins pranked you or you're angry. Really, really angry," he answered innocently.

Snape stared at Harry for a moment uncomprehending, so Harry reached up and softly touched his own hair.

Snape's eyes widened. He reached up and tucked on one of his stands of hair so that he could see it.

The next moment his hair turned a bright pink colour. The embracement was clearly visible in his face.

"Ah, angry then," Harry said, sitting down in front of the potion master's desk. "What happened?"

Snape sneered.

"Ask your uncle," he hissed.

Harry looked at Snape innocently. "Which one?" he asked.

"The one I will gut tonight after he's back!"

"Why do you want to gut my uncle?" Harry asked interested.

"One word: homework," Snape sneered.

Harry frowned.

"Homework?" he repeated uncomprehending.

Snape pointed at a huge stack of parchment next to him. Harry guessed the homework in this stack had at least to be from four or five classes.

"I still don't understand," Harry said frowning.

"Tomorrow."

"Oh," Harry said, comprehending. Ungraded homework which had to be given back to the students tomorrow. "Shit."

The potion professor did not even scold him for his use of language.

"Yes," he said instead. "Shit."

"You will kill uncle when he comes back."

"I will cut out his heart with a spoon after that I'll resurrect him, make him grade my classes' homework, use him for potion ingredients, resurrect him again…"

Harry stopped listening after the tenth resurrection.

Yes, the potion master was angry.

Very, very angry.

The potion master's hair colour was back to flaming red.

Finally Harry stopped the potion master after the twenty-ninth resurrection.

"My detention, Professor," he said.

The potion master stopped rambling and looked at him oddly, then understanding filled his black eyes and they turned a light grey.

"You look like Sirius Black," Harry said.

His potion professor sneered again and his hair and eyes turned black.

Harry grinned.

"Don't look at me like that. You could have looked like Dad," he said.

Snape grimaced.

"No, thank you. I prefer the mutt," he said. Harry just smiled.

"What do I have to do for detention?" he asked.

As an answer Snape took half of the stack of parchment and set it down in front of Harry.

"Grade it," he ordered.

"Aye, aye, boss!"

Silence.

They sat there, grading, for hours.

Finally at half past ten, Snape stopped Harry.

"It's after curfew. I'll give you a pass. Go back to the common room. I am sure your friends will have started to miss you," Snape said.

"But…" Harry looked at his part of the stack.

"Don't worry," Snape reassured him. "I'll be able to grade the rest tonight."

"And Uncle Ris?" Harry asked hesitatingly.

"Still dead," Snape said, sneering again.

Harry grinned and then opened his bag and took out some Christmas presents.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"For the rest of the gang," Harry said.

Snape nodded.

"You may kill Uncle Ris before you hand him his presents, Uncle Rus," Harry said.

Snape grinned evilly.

"Don't worry, Potter," he said. "I definitely will. And now, off you go!"

Harry left instantly.

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After Ris returned to the dungeons, he vanished without a trace.

Two days before Christmas, Res and Caspet, also known as Petunia Dursley, finally send a letter to Rus with an inquiry if Ris was still alive – that was nearly three weeks after he vanished.

Ris returned.

He was pale, shaking and even weeks later he woke up screaming in the middle of the night.

"No more homework-grading! Have mercy, please!" he would cry.

No one had the courage to ask what happened to him.

There was no one who needed a reminder why Rus was called the evil twin.

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Hogwarts

The room near the library

Christmas time

"Uncle," the word was hissed nearly silently.

Rus stopped mid-step.

"What were you doing?"

Rus just snorted.

"The better idea is what are you doing, Harrykins?"

"Er… visiting the library?"

Rus raised an eyebrow.

"In the middle of the night," disbelieve colouring his voice.

"Er… yes."

Rus hesitatingly looked up and down the corridor before he gestured his nephew to step away from the door his nephew had been hiding behind. He could not see the child because it was wearing its father's cloak but he was sure his nephew would do as he was told, so he did not hesitate and entered the room.

As soon as he had closed the door behind himself, the boy pulled down the invisibility cloak and looked up at him with shining, green eyes.

Lily's eyes.

Well, and Regulus' left eye – but Rus had long ago learned to ignore Res' rather interesting eye-colouring.

"What did you tell Quirrell?" Harry asked him in that moment.

Rus hesitated.

Then he sighed.

"I threatened him," he answered his nephew.

"Threatened him, why?"

"Harry!"

"Come on, Uncle Rus! Tell me, you're my favourite uncle after all!"

This time Rus snorted.

"I am definitely not your favourite uncle, Harrykins! You know it and I know it, too. So don't even try to tell me that!"

"Well, second favourite, then," Harry said, looking at his uncle with his best puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeeaase?"

One moment it looked like it was in vain, but then Rus sighed and pinched his nose bridge.

"Alright. The White King asked me to look into Quirrell. I thought it best to threaten him so that I had to touch him."

"Why did you want to touch…?"

Rus softly touched the inside of his left arm.

"Oh!"

"Yes, oh."

"And?"

"Try to keep your little friends as far away from them as you can," Rus answered, a sever look on his face.

"Oh, shit," Harry said.

"Language!"

"Sorry, Uncle Perceus."

Rus grimaced.

"I've not been called that since before Hogwarts," he said sneering. "Even Sirius has heard his own name more often than I."

"Since when do you call Uncle Ris 'Sirius'?" Harry asked interested.

Rus, also known as Perceus Tobias or Severus Tobias – depending on who you asked – sighed.

"I hate being confused with him, hence I decided to call him either drama-queen again or by his full name."

Harry gawked at his uncle.

"Er… Uncle Rus – Uncle Ris and you are twins. Identical twins, that is," he finally decided to remind Perceus, also known as Rus.

Said man grimaced.

"Don't remind me," he said. "At least we're both Metamorphmagi. There's no way anyone will ever confuse me with that dimwit."

"And yet you share the same teaching position for years and no one ever wondered if you have a multiple personality disorder."

This time there was a full minute of silence between them while the younger of the identical twins tried to find a way out of that statement.

"Coincidence," he finally declared and Harry laughed.

Then Rus looked up and saw the mirror in the room they were in.

"What in Merlin's name…?"

"The mirror of desire," Harry answered the unvoiced question. "I looked into it before you came."

"You looked into it?" Rus' voice was frosty when he spoke this time.

"Er… yes," Harry said, shrinking under his uncle's disapproving glare. "But I didn't know it was something special until I saw Mum and Dad in there!"

Rus looked at his nephew, then he turned to the mirror and with two steps he was in front of it. For one moment the mirror showed just his own reflection, in the next moment Lily and James Potter stood next to him, his parents behind him, his nephews and his brothers, his other brother-in-law and sister next to him.

"What do you see?" his nephew asked and stepped next to him. Immediately the image in the mirror arranged itself to include his nephew.

"Oh," his nephew said, looking at the image.

Rus just snorted.

"You didn't think I would have a greater desire than my whole family, back together, did you?"

His nephew shook his head.

Rus stared back at the mirror.

"Can't believe I even miss your father. Never thought he was good enough for your mother when he was still alive, that bastard."

Harry snickered.

In that moment steps were heard in the corridor.

Rus grabbed the cloak from where it laid on the floor and threw it over his nephew.

"Stay!" he hissed, then he left to intercept Argus Filch who had finally found his way to this corridor to search for the wayward student who had entered the restricted section of the library.

Rus left.

Harry watched him go, but then he returned to the mirror to look a little bit more…

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That's it for today. 'Till next time.