A/N: Hey guys. So basically, this starts off from where Order of the Phoenix begins. Earlier on in the story there is a heavy resemblance to canon but later on, it will be more original. Still some parts would be similar. This is a trilogy; this being the part 1. It includes Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass Ron/Luna Hermione/Sirius Ginny/Malfoy. Rated M. I guess, that's it. I'd keep adding notes whenever needed.

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Disclaimer: All characters, most plots, objects, situations and very few dialogues belong to the queen, JKR. I do not claim ownership.

THE ONE MARKED AS HIS EQUAL

Chapter one: The Trial of Harry Potter

It was nearly midnight and the entire street was already dark. The Malfoy Manor stood in an area where not many families lived. In fact, the manor itself was the only inhabited house apart from a shabbier looking house a few feet away. (The owners of the house rarely stayed there.) This was of course very convenient considering the dark activities that often took place in the Malfoy Manor.

The entrance hall was dimly lit as a tall figure sat in a royal looking chair. The man was as far away from human as you can imagine. His skin pale white and his features almost snakelike with sinister red eyes and slits instead of nostrils, he seemed deeply absorbed in the wand that he held in his hands. Lord Voldemort, The man who was feared as the darkest wizard in history, was confused how a fourteen year old boy has once again escaped from his killing curse. He was shaken from his thoughts when a crack like sound was followed by a man appearing from thin air.

'I remember asking not to be disturbed at this hour unless in the case of remarkably essential news, Lucius.' Voldemort said softly without looking at the new arrival.

Lucius Malfoy knelt before his master, his long blonde hair billowing behind him elegantly and said, 'I apologize, my lord. But I do in fact have very interesting news,' He waited for any possible recognition from the dark lord but when none came, he continued possibly taking the silence for approval. 'The Potter boy has been expelled from Hogwarts for using a Patronus charm. My sources tell me, that Dumbledore claims he was attacked by Dementors, my lord.'

For the first time, Voldemort shifted his glance from his wand and looked at the man before him. 'Dementors? But we have not yet reached out to the Dementors. Why would they attack the boy, else wise?' He said more to himself than to Lucius. 'Yes. This is indeed very curious, Lucius. Was the boy harmed?'

'No my lord. According to my sources he produced a full corporeal Patronus,' Malfoy replied, his voice slightly impressed.

'A corporeal patronus won't protect Harry Potter from Lord Voldemort, Lucius, I assure you,' Voldemort commented dismissively before continuing. 'The boy is mine. I would have found it disappointing…, had he been finished from any hands but my own.'

'Of course my lord.'

'You must inform me what happens in Potter's trial, Lucius. If the boy does not return to Hogwarts, our plans become much easier. How close are we to getting the prophecy?''

'I have found out that order of the phoenix members constantly guard the entrance to the department of mysteries. They remain hidden; therefore I am not sure about how many guards there are at a time. But I would hazard a guess that it is only one at a time; as I have seen the blood traitor Weasley walking away quite a number of times and -'

'The answer to my question, Lucius,' Voldemort interrupted impatiently.

'I assure my lord, that I will find a way past Dumbledore's guard at the earliest,' Malfoy said quickly, casting a small look of fear at his master.

'Make it earlier than that, Lucius, for your sake. Now if that is all, Lord Voldemort has better things to attend to,'

'Yes my Lord,'

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Dolores Umbridge was very satisfied. For weeks and weeks, the higher up, most respectable ministry officials have been debating on how to deal with the Potter problem most efficiently. That attention seeking brat has claimed that a loony old dead dark wizard has risen to murder a Hogwarts student and Potter himself had managed to fight him off. Dolores had never heard a taller tale and yet the crackpot old headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore had bought into the tale and had started spreading it, clearly seeking an opportunity to usurp power from her beloved Cornelius.

Dolores had never liked Dumbledore. The old fool had always chosen to do whatever he wished without considering the rules or laws set forth by the Ministry. As chief warlock of Wizengamot, He had managed to use his influence to kill many laws Dolores herself had drafted to try and put filthy half breeds like werewolves and creatures such as centaurs to their place. The old fool had even opposed her move against the giants, but Dolores had managed to win that time around. And now no doubt, Dumbledore wanted power. Well, Dolores would be damned if she ever lets that happen.

Since, Dumbledore was more difficult to be stopped; Dolores had gone after the next best thing. She had sent a pair of Azkaban prison guards to put an end to Potter. It was a hasty decision and she had under took it without consulting the Minister himself but Dolores had sought to shut the boy up for good. But her stars, it seemed were even in more favor then she had imagined. The Potter brat's attempt to defend himself with magic, while successful had lead to his expulsion and had brought him in front of Wizengamot, the wizard court. Now, who in the name of Merlin, would believe that the boy had really been attacked by Dementors?

Dolores laughed at her own ingenuity, as she waited in the Minister's office for the man to arrive. She didn't have to wait for long as the fireplace suddenly turned green and a portly man wearing a bowler hat and long wizard robes appeared.

'Ah already here, Dolores.' Cornelius Fudge said happily. 'I just talked to Amelia Bones. The trial would be held on the twelfth of August. Dumbledore has somehow convinced the court; to suspend his expulsion till then but there is no doubt that he would be expelled. This is the end of the boy-who-lived's magical life,'

'Indeed, Cornelius,' Dolores said sweetly, with a girlish laugh. 'But I do have certain worries. For instance, the court that normally judges underage magic, may be slightly shortsighted. Old fools, friends of Dumbledore, you understand of course, Minister?'

Fudge looked startled. It seemed he had not thought of it at all. 'But surely, Dolores; even Dumbledore cannot save Harry Potter from this mess?' He asked almost pleadingly.

'Of course, But wouldn't it be more prudent to be absolutely sure,' Dolores remarked still flashing her sweet smile. 'For instance, if he is tried by the full criminal court, I'm sure we'd have more friends, who are able to distinguish right from wrong,'

Fudge looked as if he had never seen anyone as amazing as Dolores Umbridge. 'Brilliant. Brilliant,' He said in a high voice, beaming.

'And it would also not hurt, if uh- ah, the time and venue of the trial suddenly changes. I mean, if the charged does not appear for his own hearing, he is automatically guilty. Is that not Wizengamot procedure, Minister?' Dolores said suggestively.

Fudge practically leapt to his feet, his grin if possible, widening. 'Madam Undersecretary, you are the smartest witch I have ever met. I am so lucky to have your services,'

Dolores also stood up, moving to stand in front of the Minister, before purring flirtatiously, 'I may think of some other services that I can provide sir,'

Before Fudge could reply, Dolores pushed the older married man onto his own chair, moving to position herself on his lap as he moved his arms to snake them around her neck, and claiming her lips with his.

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'Harry, HARRY!.' Ron Weasley called loudly as he tried to shake his best friend up. 15 year old Harry Potter lay on his bed, shaking, sweating and screaming. He was once again having a horrible nightmare. In a desperate attempt to awaken him, Ron slapped Harry on the face.

Harry woke up with a start, his hands holding his scar, panting. 'Ron. What the hell?,' He asked, annoyed at getting slept.

'You were having a nightmare, mate,' Ron defended shrugging. 'You looked like you were in more pain than getting slapped. So,'

Harry considered this before sitting up on his bed and reaching out for his glasses. He had once again had the recurring nightmare where Lord Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory. It has now been a month since that horrific evening where He and Cedric Diggory had won the Tri-wizard tournament for Hogwarts; only to find out that a faithful death eater had switched the cup into a portkey taking both of them to Voldemort. Voldemort had murdered Cedric infront of a helpless Harry before using Harry's own blood to make a potion that would restore the darkest wizard in history to his body.

Harry had then dueled with the Dark Lord and had seen the shadowy torso of his dead mother and father when his wand met Voldemort's. His parents had advised him to reach the portkey back to school and Cedric had asked him to take his body back. Exhausted and haunted, Harry had returned to Hogwarts and had informed the headmaster Albus Dumbledore that Voldemort was indeed back. He and Dumbledore had then found out the faithful death eater in Hogwarts, impersonating the famous Auror Alastor Moody, and had forced him into telling them the events that lead to the Dark Lord's ascension to power.

The problem arose when the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, had unwittingly brought in a dementor with him to question the death eater and the dementor had not wasted any time in sucking the soul out of the last remaining member of the Crouch family. With Crouch ended any and all proof except Harry's word that the Dark Lord has returned and the Minister had chosen to vehemently refuse to believe in this. What's more, he had decided that Harry was unstable and Dumbledore was an old fool to believe the clearly disturbed boy.

A few days later, Harry had gone back home for the summer holidays, where he lived scavenging news in the Muggle World, desperate for any news on Voldemort's activities. Then things had gone haywire, when a pair of Dementors had attacked Harry and his cousin, Dudley. Harry had fought off the Dementors with his stag Patronus but this feat had just allowed the Ministry to expel him from Hogwarts and summon him to a disciplinary hearing.

And now, Harry Potter was in No. 4, Grimauld Place; the home of his godfather and wrongfully convicted, mass murderer Sirius Black. He had been fetched by an advanced guard and on Harry's first night in the house, he had been informed that the house was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, a secret society Albus Dumbledore had found to battle Voldemort.

Harry still remembered the events of the night, quite clearly. They had all just finished dinner, when Sirius had wondered out loud, why Harry had not been asking more questions about what has been going on. An indignant Harry retorted that, he had asked questions but no one had been willing to answer them. Molly Weasley, his best friend Ron's mother had had a row with Sirius, claiming that no underage Wizard should be allowed to know about the Order's secret plans.

'I didn't know you have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions,' Sirius had snapped viciously.

Fred and George Weasley had chosen that moment to intervene, demanding that they as adults had not even got their questions answered so why was it that Harry should be getting all the answers.
'It's not my fault that you haven't been told what the Order is doing. That is your parent's decision. Harry on the other hand-' Sirius had started calmly

'It's not up to you to decide what's good for Harry,' Molly Weasley snapped unreasonably.

'I am his godfather! Of course, it is my decision,' Sirius' voice had lost all its calmness.

'Dumbledore ordered that he should not be told more than he needs to know,'

'I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know. He saw Voldemort come back. He has more right than most of us,'

'He is only fifteen, Sirius! He is not a member of the Order of the Phoenix,'

'And he has dealt with more than the entire Order!'

'I am not denying what he has done. But he is still a-'

'He is not a child!,' Sirius was seething at this point with anger.

'He is not an adult either!' Molly Weasley looked just as furious, her cheeks flushing with anger. 'He is not James, Sirius!'

'You do not have to tell me who he is, thank you Molly,' Sirius retorted.

'I think someone needs to. You talk as if you have got your best friend back but he is not his father, he is still at school and adults responsible for him should not forget that,'

'Are you saying that I am an irresponsible godfather?'

'You have been known to act rashly and personally speaking as someone who has his best interests in heart - '

'He's not your son!' Sirius said in quiet anger.

'He is as good as! Who else has he got?'

'He's got me! He is my godson and I am his guardian! I have a higher right to decide what's good for him than you,'

'Well you have been locked up in Azkaban all these years, so it hasn't exactly been easy doing your duty as godfather has it?'

Sirius stood up from his chair his wand out when Lupin had finally ended the argument. Then against Mrs. Weasley's consent, they had provided Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George with some facts on the situation.

Harry had asked the Order members on what Voldemort had been up to only to find that the Dark Lord had been laying low, building his army behind the scenes, hidden from the Ministry's eyes. He found out that the Order had been sidelined because of the Minister of Magic's vehement insistence that the Dark Lord was not back and that their ridiculous belief that all this was just Dumbledore's ploy to obtain power. He had finally and most importantly found out that apart from gaining followers, Voldemort was now in search of a weapon, a weapon that he did not have last time he was in power.

Before Sirius could explain more Molly Weasley had once again interrupted saying that Harry had been told enough. And this time, Lupin had agreed that Harry was too young to join the Order and hence, more of its plans would not be revealed to him. Sirius did not seem satisfied but his godfather had not fought against this either, so Harry had been in Headquarters ever since, helping out with making the place fit for living, but not really finding out about the ongoing war In the wizarding world.

And today was the decisive day. Harry was going to find out whether he would be able to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And for this he had to go to a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts was home to Harry since he was eleven and as much as he enjoyed his godfather's company at Grimauld Place, he belonged in Hogwarts.

He and Ron quickly got dressed and went downstairs into the kitchen. Sirius, Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Arthur, Bill, Molly, Fred and George Weasley were all sitting around the table.

They all greeted Harry as he came down. After a spot of breakfast and with everyone wishing him, all the best Harry left with Arthur Weasley to the ministry to attend the hearing which would seal his fate.

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'You are late,' Fudge said poisonously as Harry walked into the huge courtroom filled with members of the whole Wizengamot. Harry had arrived earlier on in the Ministry with Mr. Weasley but he had not known the change in time and the location of the courtroom until it was time already. But luckily, he had only been a couple of minutes late.

Fudge gave Umbridge a shifty look, both annoyed as their plan failed.

'Sorry,' Harry said nervously, 'I didn't know that the time had changed,'

'That is not the Wizengamot's fault,' Fudge justified. 'An owl was sent to your place of residence this morning. Take your seat,'

Harry took the chained seat which he had seen before when he had wandered upon Dumbledore's memories. But the seat did not bind him, thankfully. Harry looked around at the court, over fifty witches and wizards staring down at him. Cornelius Fudge, the minister for magic was sitting in the center and on his either sides, sat an elderly witch with a monocle and a well, a witch whom Harry thought greatly resembled a toad on his other side.

'We will now begin,' Fudge said. 'Disciplinary Hearing of the twelfth of August into offenses committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey. '

'Interrogators : Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Under Secretary to the Ministry, Reginald Jonathan Greengrass, chief warlock of Wizengamot and Court Scribe, Peter Ignatius Weasley,'

'Witness for the Defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,' said a soft voice as Dumbledore himself came striding into the court room. He looked as ancient as ever, his long silver beard and Hair tucked in together, his wizened old face, kindly and noble. His blue eyes hiding behind half moon spectacles.

The members of the Wizengamot muttered as Dumbledore entered. Fudge and Umbridge looked as if they have been hit on the face. Amelia Bones nodded in acknowledgement and the man who was identified as Reginald Greengrass actually waved in cheery welcome.

'Yes, Yes,' Fudge said as Dumbledore drew a chair next to Harry. 'Well, so the charges are as follows. Harry James Potter did knowingly and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic, previously on a similar charge, produce a patronus charm in a Muggle inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on the second of August at twenty-three minutes past nine which constitutes an offense under Paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875 and also under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statue of Secrecy,'

Fudge went on to question Harry whether he was indeed the said Harry James Potter, though Harry had known Fudge for nearly three years now and whether he knowingly produced a patronus in a muggle inhabited area, in the presence of a muggle produce a patronus.

Harry consented but told the Wizengamot that he had only done so because of the presence of Dementors.

'Dementors in Little Whinging, Surrey,' Reginald Greengrass asked, bemused. 'I don't understand,'

Fudge snorted before going on to taunt Harry about the whole thing being a well rehearsed lie and that Dementors would not be in Little Whinging.

But Dumbledore, it seemed had come prepared. He had brought, Harry's batty old neighbor Arabella Figg, a squib who had also witnessed the incident to give testimony. Mrs. Figg explained to the court about what she saw happening and clearly described the effects of a dementor attack.

The court went into a heavy discussion on what the dementors would be doing in a muggle inhabited area. Umbridge questioned whether Dumbledore was claiming that the Ministry had sent dementors after Harry Potter.

Dumbledore informed the court his suspicions that dementors no longer remained in the control of the Ministry. Fudge quickly retorted saying that there were no dementors outside ministry control.

Fudge seeing a losing battle, brought forth the previous charge against Harry for using a hover charm. Harry protested that it was a house elf who did the charm. Fudge shrieked out claiming that this showed Harry's tall tales. Dumbledore commented that the House Elf in question was under the employ of Hogwarts School and can be brought for questioning. Fudge however said that he had no intention to listen to house elves.

Dumbledore reminded the court that Clause Seven of the Decree says that even underage wizards can use magic in life threatening situations.

'Laws can be changed!' Fudge roared.

'Indeed they could, It seems it has already become practice since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot, to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic,' Dumbledore said in a quiet, but dangerous tone.

'And the Wizengamot will not change laws to suit individual cases,' Reginald Greengrass commented sternly to Fudge. 'Now, all those in favor of conviction?' He asked the court.

Twenty five out of the Fifty one wizengamot members raised their hands; Fudge and Umbridge included. (A screen on the left hand corner magically monitored the number of hands.) Harry noticed that Reginald Greengrass had not lifted his hand.

'And those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges,' The Chief Warlock demanded. Hands started rising. Harry watched, in silent anticipation. The screen finally showed that twenty five members had voted as such too. The court was at a tie. But Harry saw that one man had not voted either way; Chief Warlock Reginald Greengrass was still studying Harry.

'The court is tied on the matter, As Chief Warlock I will cast the tie breaker vote. I favor the accused to be –' Reginald Greengrass said pausing again to look at Harry, considering him. 'Cleared of all charges!'

Fudge practically groaned as Dumbledore got up smiling. 'Well, that's it then. Good day to you all,' He said before turning and alking away, his midnight blue robes sweeping in his wake.

Harry got up from his chair, walking hurriedly to leave the courtroom. Mr. Weasley stood outside waiting for him, anxiously.

'Harry, Dumbledore didn't say – '

'Cleared,' Harry assured. 'Cleared of all charges!'

Mr. Weasley's laugh of jubilation was interrupted by a soft voice behind Harry. 'Mr. Potter, a word in private if you please,'

Harry turned around to face Chief Warlock Reginald Greengrass standing behind him. 'Of- Of course,' Harry said lamely following Mr. Greengrass to a stone gargoyle away from view.

Mr. Greengrass considered Harry for a moment before saying quietly, 'Congratulations on getting cleared,'

'Thank you Sir,' Harry replied.

'I just wanted the chance to meet you Mr. Potter. I do not know quite what to make of you. I have heard many rumors and tales about how unhinged you are,' Mr. Greengrass commented.

Harry did not know what to say to that so he just looked at the older man.

'I am quite a good judge of character Mr Potter,' Mr. Greengrass informed. 'You do not appear to me to be unhinged and you don't seem to be a liar.'

'Thank – Thank you?' Harry said confusedly.

'The Daily Prophet is often known to report rubbish. And I may be an employee of the Ministry but I know how irrational Fudge could be. So tell me, Potter; Do you really claim that He-who-must-not-be-named is back?'

'Yes I do,' Harry replied, confidently. 'He is back and he killed Cedric Diggory. He tried to kill me as well,'

Mr. Greengrass seemed to shudder for a while as he continued to x ray Harry. 'I am not saying that I believe you but I doubt that you are lying. And I think the Ministry is very stupid not to heed such a warning, very stupid indeed. You may have not heard of me or my family, Harry. But the Greengrasses are an old, noble and powerful family. We have never been dark wizards and we definitely don't do whatever the Ministry tells us to do. Between you and me, I doubt that Fudge would remain Minister for long,'

Harry wondered why Greengrass was telling him all this.

'I like you Potter. I have taken a strange liking to you. You seem like an okay kid. So I feel I must warn you. You are in for a very difficult time. Fudge would try to make your life miserable. Dumbledore is too old and too powerful to really be affected by this. You are the one who should really be warned. If you need anything, just contact me. I know an odd contact here and there that might be of help,' Mr. Greengrass said monotonously, taking out a contact card from his pocket charming it and handing it to Harry. 'You have to just tap the card with your wand and you can reach me,'

'Thank you sir, But may I ask, why are you doing this?' Harry asked still more confused.

'As I said, I like you. I have been around for some time and I know someone with greatness written in them when I see them. Plus, as I said you need all the help you can get right now and trust me, I can get you a let of help.

Without waiting for a reply, Reginald Greengrass walked away leaving a very confused Harry Potter staring in his wake.

Lucius Malfoy, remained silent and disillusioned in front of the door that lead to the Department of Mysteries. He had been waiting here for quite some time and he had just seen the sneak thief, Mundungus Fletcher walk away to be replaced by another man under the invisibility cloak. Lucius couldn't help but snorting. If Dumbledore is going to use thieves like Fletcher as his guard, he was making things quite too easy for Lucius's Master.

Lucius walked quietly till he was facing the door to the Department of Mysteries. He listened intently until he figured out the position from where he heard a man breathing heavily. Lucius removed his wand from his walking stick and aimed at the general direction and softly muttered, 'Imperio!'

He was not sure whether his curse had taken effect so he said out loud, making sure no one was around. 'Take off your cloak.'

A man that Lucius recognized as Sturgis Podmore removed the cloak with a dazed, dreamy look on his face. Grinning maliciously, Lucius ordered still disillusioned, 'You will go into the Hall of Prophecy and you will remove the Prophecy about the Dark Lord and Harry Potter, then you will meet me in Knocturn Alley tonight and hand it over. Should anyone ask you, you will not tell them or even remember about this conversation. You will only leave this place once your shift is over to make sure suspicion doesn't arise. '

Lucius watched satisfied as Sturgis nodded. He cast the confundus charm, too to double the effect, then he ordered Sturgis to take his position next to the door once again. Lucius could barely stop himself from yelling out with Glee. When, he would hand over the Prophecy to the dark lord, he would be rewarded and honored above all the death eaters.