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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THE CHAMBER OF THE BASILISK-HUNTERS
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"Be careful, nephew, I have no interest in you spilling all that venom," Severus Snape directed his nephew while the boy was carefully inserting a needle-like tube into the venom sac of the basilisk.
"I know, I know," Harry said and rolled his eyes at his uncle. Then he viciously pierced the venom sac, watching the venom flowing down the pipe and into the glass container at the end.
It took a whole twenty minutes until both venom sacs had been emptied. Meanwhile, his uncles had started to bag other, useful parts of the basilisk.
"If you're done with that, you can start removing its teeth," Severus Snape instructed his nephew, nearly salivating while finally bagging his important potion's ingredients.
"You're aware that at least one of the teeth are mine, aren't you?" Regulus Black commented calmly while continuing to skin the snake beneath his feet. "If you object, I'll tell Caspet."
Severus Snape glared.
Regulus Black grinned at him mockingly, showing all of his teeth.
"Can I have one, too?" Harry inquired while looking at the teeth he was removing. "They look wicked. I could use one of them as a dagger."
"You do no such thing until Caspet allows you to," his uncles immediately objected.
"Aw," Harry sighed but handed off the teeth to his uncles nevertheless. "And there I thought I could go and hunt some horcrux with one of them…"
"Didn't you already hunt two horcruxes this year?" Severus Snape said sternly.
Harry ducked his head.
"I only hunted one measly, little horcrux," he said with a pout.
Regulus cleared his throat and nodded towards the ink-bleeding diary on the ground.
"That one doesn't count!" Harry immediately objected. "Teddy killed it with the basilisk-tooth!"
"You were still hunting it," Severus Snape countered. "Even though Teddy–" He glared at Harry's Ninja-Teddy which was sitting calmly on the ground near Harry. "–killed it."
"He was a real ninja while doing so," Harry said happily.
"Well, it doesn't matter," Regulus said and shrugged. "The boy wasn't in danger from the Horcrux and the basilisk… I guess the Teddy was a good idea for both."
"It was Grandfather who made it," Rus reminded his brother unbothered. "We're lucky that it didn't kill Miss Weasley on top of it."
"It tried," Harry said with a shrug. "I just had to stop it twice until you reached us."
"That's what? Twice in five minutes?" Regulus asked interestedly.
"Guess we have to hand it back to Grandfather for a check-up," Rus said with a frown. "Twice in five minutes seemed to be a bit lacking."
"Hmm," Regulus agreed thoughtfully. "But do you really want to tell Caspet that we handed the Teddy to Grandfather for an update because it only tried to kill a student of Hogwarts twice instead of ten times in five minutes?"
"So… can I have a basilisk-tooth to hunt horcruxes in the summer holidays?" Harry inquired, dismissing the less important discussion from his mind.
His uncles both looked at Harry with a frown. Then, Rus shrugged and Regulus hummed thoughtfully.
"Well," Regulus said slowly and exchanged a look with Rus, "if that's what you want, Rus and I might be allowed to take you hunting with a tooth at least once in the summer holiday."
"Awesome!" Harry exclaimed.
"But first, we're going to talk to grandfather," Regulus added. "He wanted a dram of basilisk venom, Lucius Malfoy and you on Christmas. We could only give him one of those things so it's just right to hand you over to him for a day or two and give him a dram of basilisk venom and maybe the Teddy to update on top of it."
"Didn't he want you as well?" Rus inquired by his brother. Said brother shrugged. "You, me and Ris. Something about ideas and idiot Dark Kings and whatever. You know how he is. He's rambling and waiting for the White King to show up like the old man usually does at the end of the school year. He'll sound saner after the White King is gone again."
Severus Snape hummed.
"Did you get the time for the summer inspection in Azkaban?" he asked finally while ripping out the snake's heart.
"Yeah, I gave it to Ris," Regulus Black answered unbothered. "He knows when to appear in Azkaban."
"When is it?" Severus Snape said and when Regulus Black frowned at him, Snape rolled his eyes. "I know the idiot. If I don't remind Ris, he'll forget and what do we do, then?"
Regulus waved it off.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I have more than one contingency plan. It'll work out, I promise."
"I'd still feel better if I knew the date so that I could remind him," Severus Snape said.
Regulus Black rolled his eyes, but in the end gave in.
"The Minister will come on the twenty-first of June. There'll be another inspection about a week later by the wardens of Azkaban – you know, the usual inspection, and after that we're clear until the third of October."
Severus Snape frowned.
"I'm not there in the week after the twenty-first of June," he said. "Potion's conference in Alaska, you know?"
"Well, if you remind him on the twenty-first about both dates, it should be fine," Regulus replied and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Rus. Ris is a few minutes older than you! He'll be able to remember an appointment for a week!"
"He's scatter-brained!"
"He has never missed an appointment in Azkaban!"
"Because I reminded him every year!" Severus Snape objected.
"It's five to seven days!"
"He forgot things in less!"
"Stop worrying, you worrywart! It'll be fine!" Regulus Black glared until Severus Snape rolled his eyes.
"If he forgets, it's yours and Caspet's fault," Severus Snape finally decided and then stepped back from the snake carcass. "Well, I guess we're done."
Harry hummed. In his hands, he held the snake's liver, still in the process of stuffing it into a container. "It was a big snake," he said, quite happily. "Luna and I did good, finding it, didn't we?"
Severus Snape reached out and ruffled his nephew's hair, not caring that he was transmitting some blood from his hand into said hair.
"You did."
"Ew, uncle! I don't even wanna know what basilisk blood does to hair!" Harry complained.
Immediately, his other uncle leaned closer.
"Huh," he said full of interest. "Apparently, it bleaches hair."
Harry looked at him in horror. "It does?" he screeched. "Is my hair turning white? Am I turning into an old man?!... Wait! Am I turning into the White King?" He sounded properly terrified of the last part.
His uncle Rus lifted his face to look at him.
"No evidence of a beard," he said. "So no to the White King bit."
With that he flicked his wand at Harry's hair and vanished the blood in it.
"And now stop playing with your metamorphmagus abilities and turn your hair back to black, if you would."
"Aw…" Harry complained but did as he was told.
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After that interaction, any evidence of a basilisk in Hogwarts vanished. Weirdly, at the same time the rumours about basilisks and people turning into stone stopped, some nice, well-aged basilisk-ingredients hit the potion's market.
Also, Severus Snape started to seclude himself to test some new potions with some ingredients he hadn't had before.
At least he did until his peace was forcefully destroyed later in the summer.
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P.T.,
Sorry for writing you right now but I might have done something stupid…
Ris
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What did you do now, idiot brother of mine?
P.T.
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Er… I… might have forgotten the second inspection?
Ris
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YOU DID WHAT?!
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There was no answer to that letter. There might be a lot to say about Ris, but one could never say that the man didn't know when to run for his life.
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That's it for today. I am nearly done with another chapter. I might be able to post it in a few days.
'Till next time
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