Disclaimer: Anything and anyone you recognise as from the first 5 books is owned by the great J.K Rowling. I merely used her characters to write this story, because I am talent less. Thank you

"May I have your name?" Rita Skeeter asked the young man in front of her, over the game of chess that they were playing. The six-foot man merely grinned at her; she noticed however that there was a lingering sadness in his grey eyes.

"Call me Knight" he made his move, taking her rook and placing her in check with his bishop. Rita was slightly angry with the man for not revealing his real name.

"Okay Knight, what can you tell me about the attack on Lucius Malfoy and his manor. His stormy eyes darkened and she feared that he would cry.

"Well, Lucius Malfoy was killed in the attack; he had killed his wife Narcissa and Bobby the house elf before we could act. You-Know-Who left with a majority of his death eaters and we attacked. Three death eaters were killed and the others were captured and sent to Azkaban. We found many…" he collected himself "dead children and some which were barely alive. I assure you, you would not be able to stomach a descriptive report on their conditions". Rita nodded, slightly disheartened but she did not protest as the grey eyes looked as if they were holding back an ocean of tears.

"What do you believe we should do, with the captured death eaters?"

"Kill them" she shivered at the cold tone, which had taken over from the sad one.

"I have to go Rita, it was nice meeting with you" he shook her hand.

"Can you reveal your true name for me, please?" she pleaded not expecting an answer. The man stopped with a thoughtful frown on his face, then grinned mischievously. She would keep the identity quiet unless it was a big revelation.

"You must swear a witches Oath before I tell you, that in no circumstances or will you reveal my identity," she agreed, thinking that his name would not be too important. The man moved the bangs of his hair away from his forehead and there was a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. She gaped, not believing that she had lost the chance to sell a story about Harry Potter. He apparated away and she sat down in shock.

A parchment appeared out of thin air and fell onto her lap; she looked at the paper and read it aloud.

"Black, B5 – C7" his knight moved and took her queen and then her king fell over. She looked back at the parchment and another word had replaced the previous ones.

"Checkmate" she looked at the board and sure enough it was. First, she was a little sour that she had lost, but then a grin spread across her face…

In the morning, Harry Potter looked at the title of the quibbler and groaned as Albus Dumbledore looked at him with blue orbs that twinkled.

"Dark Knight wreaks havoc upon Death Eaters in Malfoy Manor"

He threw the paper down in disgust as he saw the accompanying picture; it was his finishing move in the game last night. Moody laughed at Harry's disgruntled expression whilst the others who had no clue as to the identity of the Dark Knight looked on in confusion. Hermione spoke up, unaware of the order's infiltration into the Malfoy manor.

"Barbarian, he killed them! He is just as bad as they are, how can he claim that he fights for the light when he uses the same tactics as Death Eaters? He is just another evil wizard, just another murderer and just another Voldemort." She screeched, annoying Harry severely, who had yet to awake fully from his slumber.

Harry got an idea and put it into play immediately, he drew his wand and conjured and transfigured things underneath the table. He then transported it outside and waited for a few minutes. When he heard the screech of an owl, he sat back to enjoy the show.

A huge black owl flew in through the open window and dropped a letter and a parcel in front of Hermione. She looked surprised and opened the letter first. She read the letter, growing paler every second, finally with one last screech she keeled over as if she had been petrified. She was on the floor, lying on her side, with her eyes focused on the letter, holding it in a death grip.

Alarmed, Ron ran over and lifted her back onto her seat, then snatched the letter from her hand. He read the letter and started shaking, his face went red, and most of the order members were unusually alert at seven in the morning.

At last, Ron made a sound and it surprised anyone but the headmaster, Moody and Harry himself. He laughed his breath coming in short sharp gasps. Soon he was clutching his stomach in mirth. Fred and George walked over to the letter, which was next to Ron on the floor where he was laughing hysterically. Fred joined Ron on the floor a second later and was followed by George after he had read the letter too.

McGonagall had enough of their foolishness and took it upon herself to read out the letter. She suppressed a smile, forcing a calm voice.

"Dear Ms. Granger

This is the Dark Knight, I know what you said about me, I know all, I see all, I hear all, and I am not going to let you get away with those remarks.

I have enacted my vengeance upon you; maybe it will teach you to learn the facts before you accuse a person.

When you return to the library, you will find that you have been indefinitely barred from entering as effective immediately. If you so much as step into the library, you are liable to be expelled

Yours sincerely

The Dark Knight – Lord M A/N: Easy guess, go on have a go ;)

Signed and Approved by

Hogwarts Governing Board"

The package burst open and out jumped a chess piece – a black Knight, brandishing a sword from the back of his mount.

If Voldemort had attacked in the next half an hour, he would surely have been victorious as most of the order members were incapacitated by their laughter.

Dumbledore had abandoned all attempts at reigning in his emotions and was banging his fist on the table. McGonagall alternated between a stern face and sporadic bursts of laughter. Snape was the same, except where McGonagall burst out laughing he smirked and chuckled slightly. Moody's guffaws cut out the laughter of the Weasley siblings and Flitwick's giggling.

Tonks was laughing so hard that her hair was changing colours rapidly flicking through every colour known to man. When Remus saw this, he laughed even more and his werewolf enhanced body created dents on the floor where he thrashed wildly.

Overall, Harry understood that it was not particularly funny, but considering the night before, his prank was a scorcher.

Slowly everyone settled down back to their breakfasts, occasionally people would snort into their tea or start choking on their toasts. Moody even laughed so much that his egg flew out and hit the Knight, which fell into Hermione's lap. She shrieked and everyone got set off again much to her embarrassment.

Harry felt that it was nice just sitting around with the Order Of The Phoenix and just relaxing. However, he knew it had come to an end when Dumbledore's twinkle cooled down a little. It was nearly time for breakfast with the school so the younger members and professors made their way to the great hall.

Later on in defence lessons Harry had his first confrontation with Marchbanks, the wizard had not taken a liking to Harry after he was beaten by the young Gryffindor. He had kept himself quietly critical but he felt vindictive today and the two were to clash today.

They were practicing duelling and he had paired Malfoy with Potter, all other matches had ended and Potter was enjoying himself! He dodged and fired a few harmless jinxes back incensing Malfoy who attacked more violently. Malfoy was soon exhausted and a disdainful Expelliarmus later, he was on the floor panting whilst Potter dropped the boys wand on his chest and walked away.

Harry knew that he had looked arrogant but he had taken one look at Malfoy's face and was reminded of the bastard he was and the bastard his father was. At the beginning, Harry had taken it as a serious duel but Malfoy had been incensed about his father's death and misguidedly blamed him. Harry was unsympathetic of course, he had witnessed first hand what Lucius Malfoy was capable of, and the younger Malfoy supported his father, knowing what a sadist the man was.

Marchbanks, unaware of the rivalry between them, or the words exchanged before this duel took his pot shot at Harry hoping to get a rise out of him. Just as Harry was leaving, he spoke loudly.

"Good, many of you are considerably talented in the area of duelling. Some of you however, like Mr. Potter here believe themselves to be above the proper duelling protocol. He did not duel with a wizard using all of his ability. This is considered an insult to the opponent, 50 points from Gryffindor" he stared at Harry, hoping the boy would react and hopefully get thrown out of his class.

The boy was having none of it; he just looked up and nodded. As Harry left he muttered,

"Bloody squib has to hide behind his authority, can't face me on the platform" deliberately loud, trying to goad him into a duel to make him pay for those words. Marchbanks' face went red and he snapped out, "Potter, 20 points from Gryffindor and a detention with professor Hagrid"

Harry nodded, then smirked at the professor before walking off to next lesson, inwardly though, he sighed he should have taken the criticism in his stride. His newfound love for 'Taking no shit from nobody' sometimes overrode his sense. It could have been worse; at least he was doing a detention with his friend not with Snape.

He made his way through the corridors and arrived at his destination – the headmaster's office. Today Dumbledore wished to talk to him about his father, Harry had eagerly accepted, he still craved knowledge of his parents. Any opportunity that presented itself would be snapped up eagerly by the Harry who longed for his parents.

A few minutes later found him discussing his father's arrogance with Dumbledore, Harry could not argue with the old man as he had put up his hand to stop the emerald-eyed teen from speaking.

"Harry, I made the same mistake with you that Minerva did with James and Sirius. You see, people like you and James were born to fly, to be free as you can see by your talent in the air. Both Minerva and I found James to be most carefree but Minerva tried to cage him in, cool him down a little without waiting for him to mature. I tried the same with you and I caused you great suffering, but James suffered in another way".

At Harry's confused look, he elaborated.

"Harry, you saw how irrational Sirius was when he was locked in at headquarters?" Harry nodded briskly.

"The same thing happened to James, he became caged in frustrated. It was like caging a proud animal, something like a lion suffering in the ignominy of its helplessness. He let loose his frustrations on people who he misguidedly thought were his enemies. Yes he was arrogant, but a bully? Not off his own volition. "

"But, professor …" he broke off as four aurors broke in to the office,

accompanied by what appeared to be Amelia Bones. Before he could move, he was dropped onto the floor and arrested.

"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest under the charge of murdering Dolores Jane Umbridge" he reeled back in shock. Murderer? Him? that's was how far his thoughts got before he heard stupefy and he dropped.

Two weeks had gone past since his incarceration, he had not been allowed to attend his own trial and neither was his request as the heir of Gryffindor forwarded to the proper authorities. His occulmency shields had long since failed him and both Voldemort and the Dementors raped his mind day in day out. He heard some footsteps echoing through the corridor and stop at his door. He looked up into the hate filled eyes of Albus Dumbledore and flinched as the old man's left fist unclenched and the right slapped him across the face.

The pain inside threaten to overwhelm him to cause him to rage against the injustice of the world. To throw out his magic and end his life here. The words of the old man hurt him even more, threatening to push him over the edge.

"You Bastard" the old man swore, it was uncharacteristic of the headmaster, and damn he must have been pissed.

"Did you even think about your parents? Your friends? Your wife? Did you think about me? you scum, your parents, Sirius died for you!" he turned, looking so enraged that he could not seem to find the words he wanted to say and stormed out, followed closely by the guard.

He felt hurt and miserable, letting his anger loose he swung his foot and froze because it had encountered something. Putting his hand where his foot had been previously, he felt a silky smooth fabric and tore it away. He remembered Dumbledore unclenching his left fist and he grinned.

He took one look at the fabric and what was inside that he felt his pain from earlier turn into a fondness of the headmasters Slytherin ways. It was his trunk, his wand and his parent's photo album, Harry just loved the way the old man thought. He had one last thought before he draped the invisibility cloak over his trunk and slid underneath it.

'Don't you ever change you old bastard, I Harry James Potter salute you, Albus Dumbledore proud member of the Slytherin house' he chuckled mentally.

Authors notes:

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