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The Black Knights

Prologue: Where there is Light There Is Hope

When you practice magic there is a fine line between Light and Dark and it is ultimately how you wield the magic you have that defines who you are and which side of the line you fall.

Both sides are really not all that different. Many witches and wizards treat a fine line between Light and Dark everyday of their lives.

Take the most powerful wizard of the Light: Harry Potter, for instance, and compare him to his arch nemesis the most powerful wizard of the Dark: Tom Riddle, reborn Lord Voldemort.

Both are so different yet so much the same. Both half-blood wizards and while the fact is not widely known or expected due to Lord Voldemort's activities it is none-the-less a fact.

They are both some of the most powerful wizards the world has ever seen, and their powers stem from the same place.

Their emotions.

They were orphans from birth since Tom Riddle's father was never around to look after his son, and Lord Voldemort killed Harry's parents when he was barely a year old. They both strived to have an identity and find out who exactly they would be.

They both strived to be better people, and in Lord Voldemort's case this meant that he would be reborn, more powerful and feared than any witch or wizard before him.

In Harry's case this just simply meant that he be the best wizard he could be. And because Destiny and Fate had decided that Harry would also become one of the most powerful wizards it also meant he would one day have to kill the most powerful wizard that had ever lived.

Where they were so different was that Harry acted out of his desire to protect the ones he loved throwing himself into battle after battle to protect those around him.

Harry had found the only home and family he had through the wizarding world and was willing to die to make sure they were safe. He trained and trained from the summer before his sixth year with only one goal.

Stop Voldemort form tearing families and loved ones apart.

Lord Voldemort had started a war through a desire for revenge. He had never forgiven his muggle born father for leaving his mother because she was a witch. He sought to avenge a death he saw as his father's fault.

He threw himself into the battles of his own creation out of pure loathing hate. He could not and would not ever understand love. He could not comprehend the desire to protect only to hurt.

After Harry's fifth year Lord Voldemort had upped his campaign to rule both the wizarding world and the muggle world through fear, pain and violence. He had been well practiced in operating in secret but now the world knew of his return he saw it as an opportunity to make the world remember….

Harry cursed to himself with every curse he knew. How could he have been so stupid? He cursed again. He pulled at the chains again; this was more out of frustration than anything else.

They were magically enforced and Harry had tried everything he knew to try and free himself but nothing was working.

He thought back to what had happened and he wasn't really sure what had happened even now, when he was sat chained to a wall in a dungeon.

No.

That wasn't right. He knew exactly what had happened he just wasn't sure how. It was the end of the exams. Harry's sixth year. Much to Herminone's delight and Ron's horror he had taken to studying with such force that it shocked everyone that knew him.

His OWLS had been excellent. He had made it into all the classes required to make an Auror after school. His grades began to improve and all too soon exam season was on them again.

They had finished their last exam and since Voldemort's publicised return the students of Hogwarts had precious little freedom.

Hogsmeade visits had not been outright banned but teachers expressed a wish that students not venture out of the castle on a regular basis.

So, in other words, even though visits weren't banned they might as well have been.

Harry, Ron and Herminone were walking down the main street in Hogsmeade. It was the first visit they had made all year. Harry had been taking training with Dumbledore, Remus and to his horror, Snape this year in the hope that Voldemort's hold over him would diminish somewhat.

During the process Harry's power had grown. He was now becoming more and more accomplished in the art of wandless magic. Though all his trainers had warned him against him ever giving this away.

Even Ron and Herminone didn't know of his unusual talents. And he would keep it that way. No one could know. He would not give any inkling of this talent, as even a whisper of his talents would mean that Voldemort could hear of it.

And he hadn't. He was enjoying the first weekend of freedom he had had since the summer before his sixth year. He had been so busy, he had restarted the DA and more members than before had joined in. Even some Sytherins. This, according to Dumbledore, was a good thing.

Harry had grumbled about teaching them but slowly had come to see that Dumbledore had been right. Now since when was that something new? The DA had thrived that year. Harry had been commended for his defence skills after all it was all he thought about.

Yet it had all been for nothing because he was still sat in a cage. Thanks to the ever-considerate Lucius Malfoy and of course mad man extraordinaire Lord Voldemort. Could Harry have at least one moment when the maniac did not try to kill him? Evidently this was too much to ask for.

He had been walking through the main street with Ron and Herminone and Lucius bloody Malfoy had appeared out of nowhere stunned half the street and grabbed him. He had fought but it was pointless. Malfoy was beyond reasoning. They had apperated out before anyone had known any different.

He was so stupid!

But at least Ron and Herminone had not been hurt and they could get to the castle and warn Dumbledore. Now Harry had to help himself. He didn't spend what seemed like forever on defence only to wilt now.

Harry pulled on the chains again. This was more to cause distraction than to actually free himself. He knew he needed to get out. And preferably before the mad man himself showed himself.

As if he had been listening for this thought Lord Voldemort blasted into the room. Oh great! Harry thought viciously. He struggled to make a noise while he muttered the strongest alohomora charm he knew. He pushed against the non-magic bind and felt it snap. He smirked and loosened the chains slightly. He scowled as Voldemort.

"My, my Potter how tiresome these arrangements are becoming just to be in your presence." Lord Voldemort snarled, Harry smirked and blinked to stop his eyes from streaming at the blinding pain his scar.

Terror had long been replaced by anger. How dare the bastard use him to help hurt more people? Oh sure, the terror was still there; it was there in the pit of his stomach. It was making him feel so sick he didn't think he'd be able to stand without throwing up.

But he'd be damned if he was letting Voldemort in on that. He loosened the chains but kept them wrapped round his arms to create the illusion that he was still chained to the wall.

"As always I'm pleased to accommodate." Harry spat. He might have been unprepared in Hogsmeade, enough for Lucius to grab him but they wouldn't catch him off guard again no matter what they did.

"I grow tired of your constant melding Potter. This is something I intend to change as soon as I am able." "Be my guest." Harry spat. "After all your attempts have worked so well before."

Harry knew mouthing off to the Dark Lord was probably not the best thing he had ever done but if Harry could bait him into making a mistake he could get his wand back while hiding the fact he was perfectly capable of doing powerful wandless magic.

Not something he wanted Voldemort to know and unless he had no other option that was the way it was going to stay.

Voldemort seemed to freeze and then his red eyes narrowed and he spat, "We shall see Potter! There is no one to save you this time!" He raised his wand arm and was about to cast a spell when the doors opened and Lucius appeared snarling.

"YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!" He was screaming. He pulled a blond haired teen with him. It took Harry a few moments to realise that the blond was indeed Draco Malfoy.

What the hell was he doing away from the school anyway? But then he remembered that Draco had been called home as soon as the last exam had finished.

This was obviously why. Damn. What a homecoming. Harry winced. He even felt sorry for Draco thinking about it.

Now it appeared that even Draco was out of favour. Harry watched amazed and disgusted at the same time as Draco was beaten again and again. Harry thought he was able to stomach it but he couldn't.

He may have hated Malfoy for six years. Nothing Draco had ever done had showed Harry that he should show any other emotion.

But even Draco did not deserve this. He was only seventeen. He did not deserve this treatment at the hands of his father. Harry couldn't watch any more he felt sick.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" He roared. Lucius looked up and Harry looked him in the eye. "Leave him alone! He's your son!"

Lucius turned and punched Harry in the jaw. Harry reeled from the blow but didn't back down. "How I treat my son is of no concern of yours Potter!" He snarled throwing Draco into a cell.

Draco hit the wall and moaned. Harry moved as far to that side as the chains would allow. He knelt down and tried to reach Draco through the bars. He couldn't reach.

But to his relief he saw he was breathing.

Voldemort laughed and turned to the cell. Harry felt his scar burn. "You would risk your life for your enemy Potter?" He scoffed.

"Anyone deserves better than to be stuck in this place with you!" He retorted hotly.

Harry knew he would pay for that. And he did. He heard the incantation over the roar in his ears and then the burning feeling of white-hot knives consumed him. Harry thought it would never be over but Voldemort broke the connection.

He chose to plan Harry's death and the fall of Hogwarts with the council and continue his fun later knowing Harry could do nothing to stop what was happening.

Harry spat in his face. Voldemort's eyes grew wild with hate and he slapped Harry across the face before storming from the dungeon a fuming Lucius Malfoy in tow.

The door slammed and Harry started to work on his escape. He knew he could escape without his wand but he needed it.

He needed it to complete the illusion of an escape using wand magic. Harry glanced over at the cell opposite him. Now it looked like he'd have to get Draco out with him.

He couldn't, no, wouldn't leave him here. Harry may have hated him but he couldn't leave him his conscience would never allow it.

He started looking around the cell as he shrugged the chains from his arms. He searched every corner of the room looking for anything that could help him.

It was then he glanced on the floor. His eyes bulged. It couldn't be. "Accino wand" he whispered and his wand shot into his hand.

How the hell had it managed to get here? This was too easy but then Harry thought about it.

Voldemort had had it. Voldemort was an egocentrial bastard and wanted to prove he was better than everyone else. He wanted to prove that he had beaten Harry when it mattered most. He had wanted to have the wand that had beaten him so many times before.

Harry shook his head. The mistakes people made when they thought they had won.

Now he knew they were in the dungeon, which meant they had to be on the bottom floor. He also knew with Voldemort here the house had to be warded. In fact now he concentrated he could feel the wards humming.

He would have to find a way around them. He knew he didn't have a lot of time. From what he had picked up he knew the meetings were about an hour in length and everyone had to attend.

Which meant that there would be no guards. But with magically enforced chains and cells who needed them plus as far as they were aware Harry didn't have his wand.

He had fifty minutes to get himself and Malfoy out of here. It was starting to seem impossible. He crawled over to the bars and checked Malfoy. "Malfoy!" He hissed.

Draco didn't move. "Damn." He muttered. As much as he knew he needed to get out he also knew that he wouldn't leave Malfoy behind. "Malfoy!" He said again. This time Draco moaned and he blinked.

Harry sighed in relief. "Malfoy wake up we have to get out of here." Draco moaned again and this time his slate grey eyes met Harry's emerald ones.

"What the hell would you care Potter?" Malfoy snapped. Harry shook his head. Nothing had changed. But he couldn't think of a retort. He just knew that now Draco was awake he could blast them out of here.

He turned his attention to the wall and felt the magic pulsing through the walls. He concentrated and using his wand, as a way of concentrating his magic rather than actually needing it. He pushed against the wards and felt their resistance. He hissed in pain as he felt them snap back into place.

He wanted to give up and go to sleep forever the pain was so intense but he knew that if he gave up they were both dead. Draco couldn't help he was almost dead as it was but Harry knew he had to get them out.

He gritted his teeth and sunk his hands into the wards and felt the magic buck under his hands he pushed again feeling it burn and then it snapped sending a shock wave straight into Harry knocking him sideways.

Draco yelped as he was knocked off his feet having only found the strength to stand up.

"Bloody hell Potter what did you do?" He gasped feeling winded. Harry didn't answer he choose that moment to blow a whole in the wall sending debris everywhere.

"Come on!" Harry yelled running out of his cell and unlocking Draco's. "Draco we have to get out of here!" Draco just stared owlishly at the hole Harry had created.

"Draco if you want to escape alive we have to leave now." He put his hand out and Draco stared at it. "You'd free me too? After everything I did to you? I thought you thought I was evil."

Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for this he could practically hear the guards coming. They had to leave now.

"Of course I'm freeing you!" Harry said outraged. "I wouldn't leave you here. I couldn't. Besides I never said you were evil. You were a prat Malfoy. A prat who wanted attention and couldn't stand to be second best but you're not evil. Besides no one, no matter who they are, deserves to be here. Now come on!"

Draco looked at him again and then took his hand. Harry pulled him up and dragged him towards the hole in the wall. "Get your wand out." Harry commanded, "I know you still have it. You'll need it."

"Harry we'll never make it out of here!" Draco said panicking. "Yes we will now run!" Harry pulled Draco with him throwing up the strongest shield he could conjure and told Draco to fire spells at anyone who tried to attack them.

Harry made Draco run at a grueling pace searching for an end to the anti-apparition wards. Once they were free of them Harry could apperate them both out of there.

The guards had found the hole in the wall and he could hear Voldemort screaming Orders. "GET THEM BACK!"

The guards were giving chase. Harry wasn't about to give in he could feel the end of the wards. They were almost there.

Twenty feet

Ten feet

Five feet

"Keep going!" Harry yelled they reached a clearing and Harry gripped Draco's arm and they hit the clearing and they disappeared.