Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling, so Harry Potter sadly cannot be mine…

List of names :

Harry (James) Potter, also known as 'H.J.'

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 (nice) twin; Metamorphmagus), also known as: Rissy-Ris-Ris or sometimes S.O.B-story, drama-queen, (Severus Snape) or S.O. from Sirius Orion

Rus (third oldest and younger (evil) twin; Potion's Master, Metamorphmagus), also known as: Severus Snape or P.T. from Perseus Tobias, last name (unofficially) 'Evans-Prince'

Res (youngest sibling; Unspeakable), also known as: R.A. Is listed as dead since 1979.

Now on to the story:

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HOGWARTS: THE END OF FIRST YEAR

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Harry James Potter

Harry stopped dead when he saw the locks on his door and the cat-flap in the door. He blinked astonished, but the scene in front of him didn't change.

He finally hesitatingly opened his door and looked into his room. It looked like he had last seen it – except of the bars on his window.

"Aunt Petunia?" he called down the stairs, frowning.

A moment later his aunt stood next to him and looked into his room.

"Well, it looks a little bit like a prison," she said unconcerned. "Sorry about that. Your Uncle Res had no time to remove the bars again before you returned home…"

Harry stared at his aunt.

"Why did he add the bars in the first place, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked.

Petunia just sighed.

"It was the only way until the window hilt was fully carved," she answered her nephew shrugging. "Or that he said, at least."

"Er… and why did I need to have bars at my window in the first place?" Harry asked baffled.

This time his aunt smirked.

"Your Uncle Res decided to create you an early birthday present," she said and held out the keys to the locks on Harry's door. "Close your door and try it."

Harry stared at his aunt, but then he closed his door again and took one of the keys. He slit it into the fitting lock and turned it. Then he tried to open the door again.

Instead of locking the door, the door still opened, but when Harry looked inside his room, he was greeted by a training room with training equipment.

His eyes widened.

"Wicked!"

Petunia just snorted.

"Your uncles decided to train you in defence, runes, arithmancy and potions over the holidays," she told him. "Your room will function as a multiple space so that no one will find out that you are trained at all. For all persons outside the house it will look like you are just in your room, doing nothing."

"Wicked!" Harry exclaimed again, his eyes shining.

"Just don't forget that you can't do magic as long as you are in your normal room or the rest of the house. The room in its changed style will shield your magic used, but the restriction of the ministry is still active outside it."

Harry nodded and closed the door again to open another lock after closing the first. This time his room was a potion classroom.

"Absolutely wicked!"

He closed the room again and opened the last lock. Behind it he found a library.

"Those are the books from the Potter vault," Petunia explained. "Just don't forget to tell us if you enter one of the three pocket spaces. Can you do that for me, Harry?"

"Of course," Harry nodded.

Yes, he had been right when he had told Ron that his summer would be different.

His summer would definitely be different – awesomely different!

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The Black Conspiracy

"Report."

"I've one down and I know about two others," R.A. said. "The Gaunt ring is now Horcrux-free."

"Nothing new here. I'm still searching for the rat," S.O. said.

"I don't know where to begin. Shortly: It was a disaster. A complete catastrophe," P.T. reported annoyed.

"It wasn't as bad as you make it out, o twinny of mine," S.O. interrupted.

A snort was heard. Then one after another fingers were raised to count down the catastrophe.

"The Philosopher's stone at school, a possessed teacher, a nephew who takes his role too serious and still no way to get revenge without getting burned – what else would you call that but a catastrophe?"

Silence.

"A rough start?" S.O. asked.

Another snort was heard.

"Understatement."

"A bumpy beginning?" S.O. tried again.

"Not helping, dunderhead!"

"Well, it was worth a try, oh twinny of mine!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"But it's true!"

"I. Don't. Care! STOP calling me that!"

"But…!"

But now C.P., the Head of the Black Conspiracy had enough.

"Stop it, both of you!"

Silence.

Finally wonderful silence.

Then: "Something we can do better next year?"

"All of it," P.T. said.

"Oh, stop sulking, twinny of mine! Just because you didn't get anywhere near your goal this year!"

"Shut up, Sirius!"

"Am not, Perseus!"

"Didn't we want to forgo names as long as we are meeting here? You know, as precaution and such nonsense?" R.A. said.

This time the other two rounded on him.

"As if anyone could break through a ward done by the three of us and thought up by Caspet!" P.T. sneered.

"And you were the only one who wanted to forgo all names! I was for using nicknames! I wanted to be Padfoot again!" the other one whined. "You just didn't like my nickname for you, Reggy!"

"Don't. You. Ever. Call. Me. Reggy. Again!"

S.O. blinked. Then he gulped.

"Ressy?"

Before R.A., also known as Regulus, could draw his wand, another voice stepped in.

"Regulus! Sirius! Perseus! Enough! Or you will stand in the corner like the unruly children you think you are!" C.P., the leader of the Black Conspiracy cried.

All three stopped instantly.

"But sis!" S.O. whined.

"I swear, Sirius Orion Black, if you don't shut up now, I will buy a dog leash and tie you to my garage!"

That stopped the whine instantly.

"I'm not a dog," S.O. finally muttered after a few seconds of silence.

P.T. snorted.

"Says the right one."

"Hey!"

"Perseus…" the man mentioned turned to the speaker and gulped.

"We should return to our discussion, I believe," he said while eyeing the leader warily.

"We should," R.A. said. "So… what's next on our agenda?"

"Sirius' inspection," the leader said.

R.A. nodded.

"It's in early August, I believe. I'll have the date for the minister's visit in Azkaban next week. I'll tell you then," he said.

"Do I really have to? I hate Azkaban!" S.O. whined.

"Then you should have thought about that eleven years ago, hot-head!" P.T. sneered.

"But…"

"No! No vanished prisoners in Azkaban!" C.P., the leader, interrupted. "I have absolutely no wish to find an excuse how you could have broken out of that secure prison by yourself! We have enough to do already without adding anything else!"

"Fine," S.O. groaned. "I'll go back just in time for the inspection. Happy now?"

"Ecstatic," P.T. said. "Just stay there if you're already there then. I like to have back my quarters for myself."

S.O. poked his tongue out and the Black Conspiracy descended in chaos again.

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Albus Dumbledore

Meanwhile Albus Dumbledore wasn't happy at all. The year had gone great, so far. Harry was exactly like Albus had hoped and the boy had defeated Voldemort again. Albus knew that sometime in the future Harry would have to die for the Greater Good and it seemed as if the boy was on the right path to do exactly that without objection.

But all his good-looking plans didn't make Albus happy right now.

He had other problems.

Like, turning-into-goats-problems.

And then came the one letter that evaporated even the last bit of Albus' good mood.

It was a notice of his banishment from Gringotts holy halls. If he wanted to do business with the goblins or get to his vault from now on, Albus would have to make an appointment and bring a barrister.

It seemed that the goblins weren't happy with his forgery of the guardianship documents of one Harry Potter.

Albus wondered how they found out…

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