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, born 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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LUCIUS'S LUCIFER

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"Hello, Auntie!" Harry greeted his aunt quite chipper. "The White King told me I wasn't allowed to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas and then ensured that I was on the train personally."

His aunt sighed and Harry's face turned thoughtful.

"Do you think I came on too strong for him? I mean, I barely did anything! Just a bit of basilisk hunting! Well… and making friends!"

Then he frowned.

"Well, at least I thought I was making friends. Oddly enough, Malfoy has gone out of his way to stay away from me after I took him on a hunt with Luna," a nasty smile showed for a second on his face before it vanished without a trace and his face returned to the innocent mask it had been before. "Odd."

His aunt snorted.

"I know exactly what you did, Harry," she told him, sounding completely unimpressed. "So don't even try to play innocent with me."

In that moment, Lucius Malfoy stepped up next to them with a sneer on his face.

"Potter," he greeted Harry and Harry frowned at him.

"Huh," he said. "Didn't you hold onto one of Ginny's books in Flourish & Blotts?"

The sneer on Lucius Malfoy's face froze.

Harry turned to his aunt.

"He was really weird about it, too," he confided in her.

She frowned and looked Malfoy over.

"What exactly do you mean with 'being weird about it'?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Condescending," he finally decided on. "And a bit shifty."

Lucius Malfoy stared at the boy.

"You have a wild imagination, Potter," he said, his sneer returning to full force.

Harry hummed.

"He's a child," his Aunt Petunia dismissed what he had said, her hand gesturing slightly. "You know surely how children can be."

Malfoy looked Harry up and down.

"Of course," he agreed, his eyes still on the boy. "But that doesn't explain the letter I got from Professor Snape about your… nephew breaking the rules and harassing my son."

"Did he now?" Aunt Petunia said thoughtfully. "He will be punished for that, of course, just like I expect you to punish your son for calling my nephew names and bullying him and his friend Luna."

Lucius Malfoy turned his nose up on her.

"My son knows quite well how to interact with your sort of people," he told her coolly.

Aunt Petunia frowned, but before she could say anything to that, she was interrupted by another voice.

"Forget it, Cassiopeia, dearest," Harry heard a well-known voice saying. "He has his head buried that far up his ass that you'd have to start in China if you want to have just the slightest chance of finding it."

"Grandfather!" Aunt Petunia immediately objected. "There are children all around us!"

Harry turned immediately to the man coming to them through the crowd.

"Great-Grandfather!" he exclaimed happily. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm combining obligation with pleasure," Grindelwald immediately answered.

Aunt Petunia immediately frowned.

"Don't worry," he former Dark Lord assured her. "I'm quite forgotten already."

He looked at the crowd with a pointedly raised eyebrow.

Then his gaze flicked to a sneering Lucius Malfoy.

Harry looked at the man in question with interest.

"Huh," he said. "I didn't actually think he had the guts. I mean, Draco certainly doesn't."

At that, his gaze wandered to Lucius's wife and son.

Draco was enveloped in his mother's hands and his mother had her body angled in a way that shielded him as much as possible from the old man her husband had sneered at.

Her eyes were white and her face as pale as a ghost's.

Draco was staring at his mother as if she had lost her mind, but he also didn't try to move away.

"It's the Black-blood in him. It adds a survival instinct," his Great-Grandfather told Harry calmly, before looking at him with a frown on his face. "Admittedly, sometimes it's faulty. Must be the Potter-blood."

Harry frowned.

"Then how do you explain Uncle Ris?" he wanted to know.

His Great-Grandfather didn't even have to think about it.

"Exposure," he said.

Harry crooked his head.

"Huh," he said. "That explains so much."

His Great-Grandfather nodded gravely before adding: "I heard you're hunting a basilisk?"

"And Crumbled Horned Snorkacks," Harry agreed.

His Great-Grandfather nodded.

"Keep the wooden truncheon and the sunglasses close when you do so," he reminded Harry. "Now to the basilisk. I found a thing or two you might find interesting."

With that he pulled out a handwritten notebook that looked a bit like it belonged to a mad scientist.

There were things glued into it, some pages seemed to be ripped or even burned and cut.

Oddly enough, a delicate looking bookmark made of satin and gold—undamaged and clean like the day it was made— was stuck between its pages.

"Oh," Harry said when Grindelwald handed it to him.

"I want it back in the exact same condition as it is right now," his Great-Grandfather warned him.

Harry nodded, his face serious.

"Not one page out of place," he promised Grindelwald.

Grindelwald returned the nod and then turned to Draco's mother, his hand gesturing towards the disgusted looking Lucius Malfoy.

"Would you mind, my dear Narcissa?" he asked.

The woman looked at Lucius, then at the son in her arms and shook her head.

"No," she said. "You can have him, Mr Grindelwald."

At that, Lucius Malfoy flinched, his eyes widening, but it was too late.

Aunt Petunia struck.

A syringe with a clear fluid in it was inserted into Lucius Malfoy's thigh.

The next moment, the man staggered, and Grindelwald reached out to steady him.

Narcissa looked away.

"Harry said something about weird behaviour when he held Ginnevra Weasley's book at the beginning of the year," Aunt Petunia said before frowning. "And what do you want from him, exactly? You never said, Grandfather."

Grindelwald hummed.

"The Little King and I have a theory about some of the Dark King's trinkets. He might be invaluable for it. Otherwise, I might need him for a plan or two. I can think of something, don't worry about it, Cassiopeia."

Aunt Petunia just sighed.

"Just… don't leave him lying around somewhere. I don't want people to ask questions," she said.

And with a nod in agreement, Grindelwald Apparated away.

Aunt Petunia instead smiled at Narcissa with her teeth on a display in a threatening way.

"Cousin," she said and then turned to reach for Harry.

"C… Cousin." Narcissa returned the greeting, her face still pale.

"I hope that you know what will happen if you go and talk," Aunt Petunia added while Draco was looking at Harry and then at Harry's aunt with huge, uncomprehending eyes.

"Absolutely." Narcissa agreed.

"We understand each other," Aunt Petunia said. "Good."

She looked Narcissa over for a moment, then she nodded to herself.

"Have a good day, Cousin," Aunt Petunia said.

And with that, she gestured for Harry to follow her and they left.

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After that interaction, Lucius Malfoy would vanish without a trace.

A week later, his wife would report him as missing.

Sadly, nobody ever thought about asking Grindelwald for him. Maybe, they would have found him like that…

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Caspet,

Didn't we agree that Lucius is off-limits? I thought you were the one saying something like that…

Best wishes

P.T.

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P.T.

Did you want to say 'no' to Grandfather? Because if you really want to, you're welcome to it.

Sincerely

Caspet

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There would be no answer to that letter. The Evans Family might contain some recklessness, but not one of them was idiotic enough to go against their Great-Grandfather. After all, that man had proven that if he really wanted something, he got it – and if that meant Lucius, so be it.

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