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 SOB-story, drama-queen, (Severus Snape) or S.O. from Sirius O.

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. from Regulus A. Is listed as dead since 1979.

Now on to the story:

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REVENGE ON OLD GOATS

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Hogwarts

A day after the Philosopher's stone incident

The twins' wrath, the first

When Ris woke up, he instantly got on his feet and started to leave the room. It was his brother Rus who was just in time to catch his sleeves and prevent him from storming out in the corridors of Hogwarts.

"What by Merlin are you doing, Ris?" his brother hissed.

"Don't you dare to stop me, Rus!"

"Stop you to do what?"

"Stop me to kill the old goat by hexing his damn lemon drops!"

Rus frowned.

"You want to hex an old goat's lemon drops?"

"THE old goat's lemon drops, Rus! And if you don't let me out to hex them I will poison that old fool as soon as I am near him!"

"Ris…"

"No, Rus! Harry shouldn't have been in this situation at all! He shouldn't even have been able to go near there! And look what happened! I bet everything I own that it was the old fool's fault that Harry was there! I bet it was planned!"

"You can bet your life on that," Rus said sighing. "Still…"

"No! I will kill him. Right now and here! I will take his damn lemon drops, hex them with a sticking charm and shove them down his throat so that he chokes on them! I will take the Sorting Hat and strangle him with it! I will take his damn pet-phoenix and set him on fire! I will…!"

"Ris!"

Silence.

Then another sigh.

"Here."

Ris blinked and looked down at the vial his brother had shoved into his hand.

"Hu?"

"Didn't you say something about poisoning the old goat's lemon drops?"

Ris looked up at his brother then down at the vial in his hands again.

"Poison?" he asked astonished, still looking at it as if he couldn't believe it. "Are you telling me you won't stop me?"

Rus just snorted.

"I just spend the last three hours brewing it for you – why by Merlin should I suddenly want to stop you?"

"But, but..."

"It won't kill him, regrettably," Rus added.

"Oh."

Then Rus smirked.

"But it will make him really, really sorry for a long, long time if you soak his lemon drops in it."

"And he won't taste it?" this time Ris also grinned.

The answer was a matching, cruel grin.

"Who do you think I am? A potion amateur like you?"

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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the well-known defeater of the Dark Lord Grindelwald would not be seen a lot the coming summer.

Poppy Pomphrey, his most trusted healer and his potion master Severus Snape tried everything they could, but nothing worked. Albus Dumbledore still turned seemingly without a cause into an old goat randomly at least once a day. Of course, handicapped like that Albus Dumbledore did not dare to go into public – after all who wanted the world to know that you could not stop chewing on your own shoes even if you weren't a goat at the moment?

Thank Merlin for time delayed potions, without the delay Madam Pomphrey surely would have found the potion on the lemon drops sometime over the summer…

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