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. from Cassiopeia Petunia, last name: officially 'Dursley, née Evans'
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 Orion, last name (officially) 'Black'
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'
Lilu (the fourth oldest, Harry's mother), also known as: Lily, Lily-flower or Lily Lu Prince from Lily Lucretia, last name officially 'Potter, née Evans). Died in 1981.
Res (youngest sibling; Unspeakable), also known as: R.A. from Regulus Arcturus, last name (officially) 'Black'. Is listed as dead since 1979.
Now on to the story:
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HOGWARTS
THE BEGINNING OF THE SECOND YEAR
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Harry James Potter
When Harry opened his bedroom door, he stared at the creature in it in confusion. His first instinct was to run down the stairs, screaming for his aunt to rescue him. His next instinctive reaction was to run down the stairs and hide behind his Uncle Vernon.
Then he squared his shoulders.
His aunt and uncle had guests to entertain and Harry had have to beg for weeks to be left out when it came to entertaining the guests. Unlike Dudley, Harry hated entertaining guests. So instead of being down now acting all sweet and innocent, he had helped to cook and had the evening off with the promise to act as if he wasn't there. If he was heard his aunt had threatened to include him – if he wanted it or not.
Harry had planned to read, so that there was no possibility of being heard – until he had opened the bedroom door and found the creature in his room.
That reminded him…
"Kreacher!" He whispered agitated. The house-elf in front of him looked at him oddly.
"I's not –"
In that moment Kreacher, the family house-elf popped into Harry's room.
"Mas –"
The moment Kreacher saw the other house-elf, he flung himself at it, grabbed it by the throat and bound it.
"What is Malfoy's Dobby doing in Master Harry's room?" Kreacher snarled. The other house-elf looked at Kreacher startled.
"What is Black's Kreacher doing in Harry Potter's room?" Dobby croaked, clearly having difficulties to breathe.
"I is been called by Master Harry," Kreacher replied coolly. "Malfoy's Dobby hasn't been called." With that he shook the other poor elf. "What is Malfoy's Dobby doing in Master Harry's room?"
Harry meanwhile just stared at the two elves in fascination. Originally he had planned to use Kreacher to bring one of his other uncles here – but maybe he wouldn't even have to do that. It seemed that Kreacher had it well in his hands even without help.
"I… I is here to keep Harry Potter, sir, safe!" The captured elf wailed. "Bad things are going to happen at Hogwarts! Harry Potter, sir, mustn't return there!"
Kreacher frowned at that.
"What do you mean 'bad things are going to happen'? What will happen?" Harry asked confused.
The next moment Dobby nearly slipped Kreacher's grip while trying to reach Harry's lamp to punish himself. Kreacher shook Dobby for that, again.
"Malfoy's Dobby tells Kreacher," the older elf said. "Malfoy's Dobby might not be able to tell Master Harry, but Malfoy's Dobby will tell Kreacher!"
The younger elf wailed at that.
Harry frowned.
"Even if he tells you, Kreacher," he said. "I need to return to Hogwarts. The aunt won't just let me stay at home. Also, what about my friends? They'll miss me!"
"Friends that don't write Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby asked and Kreacher's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Malfoy's Dobby – what did you do?" He hissed, clearly angered. The answer was a sheepish look on the younger elf's face.
Harry had enough. He grabbed his book and went back to the entrance of his room.
"Interrogate him, Kreacher," he said. "And then report to me, Uncle R… Perseus and Auntie Caspet. I'm in my cousin's room reading."
With that he closed the door and hid away in Dudley's room.
At the end of the night, Harry, Rus and Caspet had to call Res.
"We've found another one," Rus greeted his brother.
Res perked up at that.
"Where?"
"It belongs to Lucius Malfoy," Rus said darkly. "He plans to let it lose in Hogwarts."
Res paled.
"What will we do?" He asked concerned.
Rus sighed and pinched his nose.
"We need to find out who he has given it to, what it is and then we need to find a way to get our hands on it," he said sighing. "Ris, Harry and I will simply have to keep our eyes open. Hopefully we'll find out who's been given the Horcrux before it harms that person irrevocably."
It was a depressing conclusion of the night.
Thankfully a few days later, Harry could laugh again.
The Weasley twins and Ron had come to 'rescue' him.
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The Black Conspiracy
"How's Vernon? I heard he fell out of the window," S.O. asked interested.
C.P., the Head of the Black Conspiracy sighed.
"He broke his leg," she said. "Rus healed him. He'll be right as rain in a day or two."
P.T., also known as Rus, snorted.
"I wouldn't even have to heal him if your nephew wouldn't have decided to act like his House instead like how he was raised!"
"But you were the one to tell him to go to Gryffindor," S.O. said confused. "You shouldn't even think about complaining his acting!"
"I'm not sure it's acting," P.T. grumbled darkly.
"It is, don't worry," R.A., the last of the four conspirators said laughing. "Harry's just far too Slytherin to slip up anywhere near his friends. He has been trained how to act since he was fifteen months old, after all!"
The answer was a sigh.
"Maybe we should start with our plans for the coming year," the Head of the Conspiracy, C.P., said.
Immediately the others straightened.
"Report," C.P. demanded.
"We've found another one," R.A. said. "It belonged to Lucius Malfoy."
"It's on its way to Hogwarts," P.T. added. "Ris or I will contact Res the moment we have it in our possession."
"Will we need a replacement?" C.P. asked.
The other three looked at each other.
"You know," S.O., also known as Ris, said.
"- since Lucy decided to make finding it easy for us," P.T., also known as Rus, added smirking.
"-we should return the favour by letting him take the fall," R.A., also known as Res, said grinning.
"-it wouldn't be fair to refuse him his reward, after all," P.T. finished.
C.P.'s lips twitched.
"How true," she said amused. "How true, my beloved brothers."
"What about the others?" P.T. asked.
R.A. shrugged.
"I've got a hint," he said. "I'm looking into it. I'll tell you more when I know if I'm right."
The others nodded.
"That reminds me," R.A. said. "Ris, the inspection is next week. Be there!"
S.O., also known as Ris, frowned.
"I know!" He complained childishly. "You don't always have to remind me of that!"
P.T. snorted.
"He better does," he said. "The last time he didn't you nearly forgot to go!"
S.O. turned to P.T.
"Why don't you go for me?" He whined.
The other twin stared at him evilly.
"Who was the one who decided to do something stupid?" He asked sneering.
S.O. pouted.
"Me," he said.
"So who should be the one punished for his stupidity?"
S.O. thought about it thoroughly.
"You since you're my mirror image?" He asked hopefully.
"Definitely not!" P.T. hissed. "Grow up you dunderhead!"
"You're mean!" S.O. wailed.
"He's proud of it!" C.P. said amused at the smug looking P.T. "And now be a dear, listen to your brother and shut up!"
The rest of their planning happened with nearly no silly interruptions.
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Albus Dumbledore
Albus Dumbledore looked frowning at his lesson plan.
This year he had hired Gilderoy Lockhart – a man he suspected to be a fraud. Of course, the children might not truly learn a lot from the man, but Albus Dumbledore needed a way to test his future pawn – and the fraud was just part of his plan to test the child.
Of course, Albus Dumbledore was counting on Lucius Malfpy acting like he hoped the man would. He had sent the aurors after the man just for the ex-Death Eater to rid himself of his darker stuff. Albus was also sure that Lucius Malfoy would use his own things – especially if he got them from Voldemort – to dishonour one or two of his enemies. Albus was sure that at least one of those things would come to Hogwarts.
And Albus would use this to 'train' Harry Potter further.
He was quite sure that the boy would be quite willing. The child didn't have anyone but his friends and Hogwarts, after all. Albus had made sure of that.
The child would do as he wanted it.
And in the end – well, Albus was quite happy with the title 'the next Merlin, teacher of the defeater of the Dark Lord'.
Just a few more years, and Albus was sure that he would be forever remembered and as revered as Merlin himself.
Albus had worked for that his whole life, after all – and he had made sure that no one would be able to usurp his plan.
Sadly, Albus Dumbledore had never stood in front of the Evans' house, asking for one of their daughters in marriage. He knew a lot, but the best kept secret had only ever revealed to the daughters' husbands. And regretfully for the arrogant man, Albus Dumbledore wasn't one of them.
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That's it for today. 'Till next time.
