A Dark Wizard or Witch is any magical person who primarily studies and/or practices the Dark Arts, otherwise known as Dark Magic.

The process to be recognized as such us quite simple: either the witch/wizard gets caught in the act, after that he/she is sentenced to Azkaban for their crimes or they are designated as such during a Wizengamot session. The accusation must have an accuser and two other members must support it, indisputable evidence has to be presented and if the other party is available they are allowed to refute it.

Any sorcerer or witch declared as Dark loses automatically their vault at Gringotts, their assets are automatically frozen and they are declared a danger to society, with an automatic order to stun on sight placed upon them. Any attempt to purchase something on a magical store is denied, as the store could face heavy financial fines and even foreclosure. Their legal means to defend themselves are basically none, unlike their Muggle counterparts, wizards don't have the right for an attorney unless one presents itself or the affected party promises to pay compensation upon a favorable verdict, which it almost never happens. In short, being declared as a Dark Wizard is one of the worst things that can happen to a wizard or witch.

Ezekiel had just been declared one.

"Objection! This accusations is false!" Fortunately, Ted was able to raise his voice. Ezekiel's wound still bothered him so much that he had to be held by both him and Dora. "My Lord isn't guilty of any crime!"

Dumbledore was currently standing in the middle of the lower bench in the courtroom, surrounded by the other members of the Wizengamot. The room in which they were was square with benches rising in levels along each wall. It was made by black stone and lit by had arrived from one of the doors on the sides and were received by the full force of the Wizengamot, all fifty members. Ezekiel had arrested or made arrest at least a quarter of the old members for several crimes and their replacement hadn't been decided when he had been summoned by Harry (Ezekiel couldn't help to pray for the child's safety) so how in Merlin's name was the chamber full again was beyond his understanding. To top it all, the public sector was filled to the brim with reporters, he shouldn't have been surprised, if the most hated man in Britain was to be sent into Azkaban an audience was bound to appear.

Their appearance had caused quite a commotion, as all the eyes were focused on them and they had to cover their eyes as the flashes of the cameras almost blinded them. To have the accused accompanied by his own Law-Wizard, an Auror and the head of the DMLE was unheard was using every bit of his mastery in Occlumency so his rage and fear wouldn't show, but as a result his face looked as a pale mask. In his mind, Harry Potter was supposed to be raised by those magic hating muggles, so when he finally arrived into Hogwarts he could be molded as the perfect sacrificial lamb. Now however, he had to obliviate the child, which had taken him several tries. For some reason it seemed as if he was resisting the mental manipulation, even when he was used the Elder Wand itself, yet something seemed to be blocking him every time. He was aware of the magic shield that was casted after Lily Potter's sacrifice, but this was something different, something else was there and it didn't want company or meddling. He would have to check on it once Harry enrolled in Hogwarts, where he had the advantage. It didn't really mattered in the end as he had succeeded, he was Albus Dumbledore. Was there any doubt? But he had seen what happened at the Chamber, Ezekiel didn't apparate away, he was summoned to Harry. He had no idea how this had happened. The Dursley house was hidden from all magic sources, even using the most clever source for those blood wards. That shouldn't have happened, yet it did. We'll, once he had Black thrown through the Veil it wouldn't matter anymore. Such a shame, as that family magic could've helped him when Tom finally decided to show up again. If only Black had seen the Light, but now he'll have to go.

In the end, it was all for the Greater Good.

Ezekiel and his group moved from the side of the room to the center, all while shoving off the reporters and trying to protect their eyes from the camera's flashes until they were able to stand before the Wizengamot. Even with the potion that he had taken earlier Ezekiel knew that this wasn't the his best look, as he still had the same clothes that he was wearing before and the blood that had stained them hadn't been cleaned (Yep, St. Mungo's) They were able to help him stand while Ted took over.

"Ladies and Gentleman of the Wizengamot, my Lord Ezekiel Black is not a Dark Wizard. He hasn't participated in any dark rituals or broken any of our laws. My Lord was taken from the courtroom on this very day against his will. He found himself on an unknown location and had his life threatened by unknown assailants. He reacted the only way he could and defended not only his life, but the life of another muggle-born wizard. This actions don't deserve condemnation, nor for that matter praise. This was an Auror doing his job, as his Oath demanded, I beg you to deny the claim that he is a Dark Wizard."

Dumbledore looked from his stance but before he was able to say anything he was interrupted by someone that no one thought they'll see. Cornelius Fudge himself, wearing a a bottle-green suit, stood in front of Dumbledore and started speaking. The fact that this narcissistic slowcoach decided to actually appear was a bad sign. The man was all about his image, hell, he had awarded himself the Order of Merlin First Class. For all his faults, and Merlin knew that they were many he never actually do anything unless he had something to gain from it, usually gold.

"Dumbledore is correct! The Ministry has long put up with Black's insurrection for far too long! The opportunity that I provided him on the Auror Department, "Lie, that was Madam Bones " even as many of my advisors" Malfoy " told me against it, I choose to believe in him, to allow him to raise the noble status to his family" The Black family possessed the title of Magical Dukedom of Westminster granted by Queen Victoria herself. "He chose to use that opportunity to attack the very foundation of this council to stage a coup and replace those with his own subordinates " Okay, now he was just repeating what Adrian Nettle said " as well as to steal funds from the Ministry."

... That was new.

Even if you overlook the fact that his family possessed part of Diagon Alley, properties in Hogsmeade as well as basically owning fucking Park Lane and Mayfair, two of the most high-priced in London and the world, Muggle or not, which had been on his family for generations, meaning that he had MONEY.HOW IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WAS AN AUROR THAT WORKED AT THE ARCHIVE, THE VERY BOTTOM OF THE DEPARTMENT, SUPPOSED TO STEAL FUNDS FROM THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC!?

This was so stupid that both the Light and the Dark couldn't help to stare at Fudge in disbelief, while the man himself looked quite pleased with himself, as if throwing that accusation made him look smart. Even the journalists had stopped taking pictures.

The Black family hadn't coined the term "Old Money" but they might as well, even after everything that had happened, the Black family was one of the oldest and probably richest in Europe. They were some of the first clients in both Gringotts and the Bank of England no to ment-

Wait, he couldn't be that stupid, right? Right? If Fudge simply decided to come here just to try and cover his own arse with a half-asse- No, he did. This was definitely him trying to make Ezekiel his own escapegoat. Well, if Ezekiel had to go down today, might as well have some fun.

"Minister " Damn it, his voice was coarse. " I would mind my words, for such accusation could bring the end of a career." He wanted to say more but both Ted and Dora tried to shut him up.

"See! This is what I had said before! Black's corruption is so deep that he thinks he can even threaten the Minister Of Magic himself!"

"For, Minister, you are the Minister for Magic, Fudge and I wasn't threatening you. If I were to threaten you, I'd simply remind you that I'll be able to choose my accountants for my defense, obviously Gringotts, and had them look into every expense report from the Ministry." That did the trick, goblins worshiped one thing and one thing only: gold. As a matter of fact they owned all the mines and made the coins that were used on the wizard's daily life. And what a goblin made, they owned, which is why the Ministry didn't handle monetary crimes, Gringotts did, and in that case their laws applied.

Ezekiel watched as the supposed most powerful man in Britain squirmed on his spot. Well, why shouldn't he have some fun? This was a setup, trough and trough. Since day one he had to fight against the entire bloody Ministry just for a chance. He knew that this wasn't supposed to be easy but where the hell do people got the idea that a child was to held accountable for the sins of a cousin? It's wasn't as if he had expected things to be easy when he planned this whole thing, but fighting day in, day out just to get nowhere all the while with people just hating him because it was acceptable?

He loved his family, he really did. Andi, Ted and Dora where a gift that he made sure to never take for granted but it was hard. The things he had to give up for this weighted on his mind every day, he had other options across the pond, options that he had declined just to follow this silly dream of his. He knew how this would end the second he set a foot back in Britain, but he wanted, he needed this to work. The Black name would follow him everywhere, if not for his family's sake then for himself, to show that he wasn't the monster from a long line of monsters that the world had painted him to be.

Fuck it, if they wanted a monster, he'd be a proper one. Why bother? He hoped that the cameras would get this because this one was going down the history books. He looked to his sides for Aurors before he subtly started gathering the power for his ring, when a familiar face caught his eye.

God dammit.

Why did she had to be there?

There on the sides, Andi was looking at them, at him in particular. She had that look on her face that he hated so bloody much. He was fine before he met her, really. He was raised to be ruthless and cold, to do what he wanted, they way he wanted and if he found someone stupid enough to get in his way he was schooled on how to deal with them and revel in their screams, but then he had met her. She had to be understanding and caring, she had to give a damn about him, she had to make him realize that he wasn't the one in control of his emotions but the other way around, she had to make him want to do things for others. He didn't even knew how to describe the way she looked at him. Motherly? All he knew was that every time she looked at him like that, he didn't want to let her down.

Fine.

Cursing to himself he cancelled the Black magic and removed himself from Ted and Dora's support, standing on his own, shackly as he was.

"Members of the Wizengamot, I've heard the accusation made against me. I put myself to your disposal, I shall prove that I'm not a Dark Wizard nor have I pledged myself to the Dark in any way." He looked at Andi, who now had a relieved expression. Whatever.

Dumbledore on the other hand, was having none of that.

"This is unnecessary, as those Aurors who accompanied me will testify, Black used a magic so dark that it affected the entire neighbourhood in which he was. This affected the Aurors in such a way that many had to be sent to St. Mungo's . He not only affected the wizards but the Muggles of the area as well. Not even the sun was spared. The light itself that surrounded the house he attacked dimmed the closer we moved towards it. This is obviously the work of Dark Magic."

Ezekiel did the most frightening thing anyone could have though: he smiled.

"Is it, though? The spell I used was in self defense. Did it hurt anyone? Did you find any trace of Dark Magic there?" He saw Dumbledore taking his time to respond, but he already knew the answer. There was nothing there, nor would it ever be. The Black magic consumed magic, so how could one stop it? You make it consume itself. No traces, not now not ever. The world would seal the wound that this magic had created and natural magic would flow again after an hour, but not a single trace of his magic would ever be found.

"This isn't the only charge that you're facing, Ezekiel."

Again with the name thing.

"You attacked a Muggle family, gravely injured the parent and paralyzed the mother and child bef-"

Ezekiel interrupted him

"You forgot about Harry."

At this another member of the Wizengamot that Ezekiel didn't recognized raised his voice.

"Who?"

Ezekiel looked at the man that had spoken

"Harry Dursley, he's a muggle-born wizard that summoned me. I received telepathic message from him, I don't know why. He was getting beaten by his uncle, the man that also tried to kill me, when I was summoned and took a blow that was meant for him. I saw the status in which he was and I can say without a doubt that he would've died had he receive it. I performed first aid on him despite the injuries that I had endured. Make no mistake, I'm not looking for sympathy or praise when I say this, this was my job. Regardless of what one would think, no one would have left a child to the mercy of that 'family'."

Dumbledore spoke over him before he could continue. The Wizengamot members discussed between themselves and none of that chatter sounded good for him.

"This is sad lie, Ezekiel, there has never been a wizard in that house. No magic was found, all that was there was a boy, a muggle boy that you sent outside alone who had to be stunned in order to protect the Statute of Secrecy."

Ezekiel looked at Dumbledore directly in the eyes.

"So you said that there was a boy at the house. I personally healed the kid, I can perform an Oath if the chamber allows it to attest that he indeed possessed magic."

Before Dumbledore could rebut, Madam Bones spoke as well

"As for the protection the Statute of Secrecy, Albus, you took almost half of the Auror Department, something that you have no right or reason to do so after hearing the Patronus Message that Auror Black had sent to us to rescue him. Why was that Albus? After all, I don't think that it was his safety what concerned you. Not to mention that you almost passed out a couple of minutes after Auror Black disappeared. What caused that?"

Dumbledore took his time to answer. He needed to think this one trough. He was connected to the wards at the Dursleys house after all, he was the one that had casted them, so whatever it was what Black had done brought them down he felt the backlash. Albus was over a hounded years old, had it been a lesser man the shock would have killed them but not him. He had taken precautions for this sort of thing in the form of sweets that he made himself, doused with different potions that allowed him to be as spry as he was in his youth. Whatever Black had done affected even the magic in those potions, leaving him weak and defenseless until Madam Pomfrey arrived from Hogwarts with more.

He wasn't ashamed to admit that hearing the message Patronus left him terrified. Rounding up his allies in the Auror department had exposed them, but he needed to get to Harry as fast as possible. Apparating directly had been another mistake, running into that vacuum again. Luckily for him he had kept some extra candy and managed to run towards the house but it wasn't until halfway there that he saw what was left of his subordinates laying on the floor. Fawkes had been almost impossible to summon as well and had tried to leave had him not forced it to obey trough the bond they shared but in the end it had send them to the house.

The panic that he felt when Harry Potter came out running was indescribable and to top it all, he even tried to get one of the Aurors, by name no less. Panic overtook him again and he ended up stunning the entire building, to be honest it was a miracle that the building didn't collapse. He didn't even noticed that woman or Amelia had followed him. That's how much he had bolloxed the entire thing. Once Amelia got into that house he knew that he had no chances of hexing them, Amelia in particular was too much of a public figure for something to happen.

Once everyone was back at the Ministry, he had tried to speed up Black's trial, getting Fudge to fill in the seats with people that he could influence later, but that damn Law-Wizard had stalled long enough for Black to appear.

And now he was the one answering questions that he didn't had a proper answer to, for a situation he never prepared to.

Well, not precisely. He did have an answer, but once those words came out of his mouth there wouldn't be a way back.

But perhaps this would be better...?

"Members of the Wizengamot, people of the press, given th e chain of events that have transpired I'm afraid that I'll have to reveal information that I had hidden for security reasons."

Ezekiel looked at Ted, Dora and even Madam Bones looking to see if anyone knew what Dumbledore was talking about but everyone was as dumbfounded as he.

"As we all know, Lord Potter and his wife were taken from us on that dreadful night several years ago. They were survived by their only child Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived."

Ezekiel felt his blood turn cold again, fear taking his heart. This couldn't be, right?

"What many of you don't know is that I was named Harry's Magical Guardian by them, as such I took measures once I heard of their passing to protect the child from further dangers. I to a great personal risk, created Blood Wards on the property and tied them to my very own magic core, so that it would be sustained without raising any suspicious. This wards where made so that as long as Harry was on the same building as his loving family, he would be protected by my magic itself and to protect him from all Dark Wizards.

This is why I collapsed after Ezekiel disappeared, I sensed that Harry was in danger but was unable to go to him as this wards that I myself have setup on this Ministry prevents against apparitions.

There's little doubt in my mind that he setup that performance during the trial and used the very same Dark Art that affected Harry's neighborhood to disable the wards on the courtroom to make it look like an abduction, when in reality he was planning to attack the Heir of House Potter."

Ezekiel wasn't listening much as he was replaying the encounter with Harry on his mind. The eyes matched, he supposed, as he heard that he had inherited from his mother but he was also supposed to have a scar shaped as a lightning didn't he? He hadn't seen that when he treated him. Then again, he was more concerned with other things on his mind at the moment.

"Ezekiel's magic has effectively destroyed those wards and the backlash was almost too much for me. Getting back to Harry Potter took all I had, the black magic casted almost stopped me and those who follow the Light, many of them who fell while assisting me.

The Black family has been with the Dark far too long, this is now who they are. I don't blame Ezekiel, to attack the Light is as natural to him as breathing. Lord Potter failed to see this when he named Sirius Black his Brother in Everything But Blood and paid the price. Now Ezekiel has attacked his son, to finish the job that his uncle started when he sold the Potters to the Dark Lord. The Black family itself is Dark, there is no denying and to send them to Azkaban would make no difference in the end, as they would thrive in such environment. We must cast all of them, down to the very last one through the Veil."

Ezekiel couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was a nightmare, The Black magic was playing games with him again. Ted behind him was speechless and Dora was starting to reach for her wand, but he managed to signal her to stop. He looked at Andi again and he saw the fear in her eyes. He was about to lose his footing when he felt the magic snicker at him, taunting his weakness.

It never spoke to him, not once, at least not with words but he felt it. It was a hunch that he felt whenever he touched a file in the Archive, it guided him towards the dark, and right now it would be having a field day if it weren't for him getting scared. It bared it's non existing teeth against the one who had come to slay it, believing that what he saw was all there was. It shivered with anticipation. It's short, rapid breaths through flared inexistent nostrils with what was to come, barely restrained by the pitiful shacking chain called Ezekiel Black.

Bring it.

Their hate.

Their arrogance.

Their so-called righteousness.

Their Power.

It would take it and give them what they deserved: Nothing.

They would receive no Hate.

No Joy.

No Love.

No Honor.

No Mercy.

No Life.

No Death.

"Enough" Ezekiel silently ordered the magic on his mind. Whatever illusions of grandeur it had, they wouldn't come a reality today, or ever. Surprisingly the magic did exactly as he ordered and stopped on its track. It welcomed it's master return, pouring it's adoration towards him. It's master had returned. Once his anger towards what had attempted to dominate him had vanished Ezekiel found himself far more relaxed and his mind brought back something that Dumbledore had said before: "Harry's Magical Guardian, tied them to my very own magic core, loving family."

"That was a very moving speech Dumbledore, yet you haven't proved anything. I casted no Dark Magic, and I can prove it. I'll swear on my magic, my life and my very soul for my innocence if that is what the Chamber requires." This had the effect that he desired with the chamber and the reporters gasping, as the magnitude of the Oath was simply too big to ignore. His family, however, remained distracted since the Black family magic was never cataloged but they didn't had much doubt of what it was.

"You, on the other hand, Albus" Ezekiel continued " have much to prove. If what you said it's true, if you truly are Harry Potter's Magical Guardian then you've done an awful job at that. I can prove what I've said, but can you? If you truly are his Magical Guardian then you should've taken an Oath. An Oath to guard him, to protect him, to be his family. All of those here who have children in this, the Kingdom of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, had required the same Oath from those who would take care of their sons and daughters and the price is their magic. I saw you performing some of it after I send Harry to my cousin " He signaled to Dora "Yet can you say that what you've done is caring, protecting or even loving?"

Dumbledore saw the entire chamber chatting again, he hadn't expected this. He even poured all of his magic on his previous speech and now he was running on fumes. " The protection that was casted on Harry Potter was the greatest that I could've ever create, such is the love that I have towards that child"

Ezekiel was about to respond when he was overtaken by the most unexpected person: Lucius Malfoy. "This debate has gone far too long gentleman, if that is what either of you can be called. This accusation can be resolved in a simple way: both of you must take an Oath on your magic. Should one or both of you fail it then you'll be judged by this chamber. Quite simple, honestly."

Ezekiel didn't knew where this support had come, perhaps because both his wife and child had Black blood. Most likely, Ezekiel thought, that if the Black family died he would be unable to access their inheritance or at least it would be too troublesome for him to do so. Whatever the case he accepted it.

"Very well, I agree with what Lord Malfoy has proposed" Never in his entire life Ezekiel thought that those words would come out of his mouth. " I shall take the Oath, would you Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore looked flabbergasted for a moment before he replied "That is a very brave thing to say Ezekiel" Merlin help him he was about to strangle the old goat " especially when you don't have your wand with you."

Ezekiel resisted the urge to face-palm, where on earth was his wand and most importantly, who had it? He just hoped that in the fight with the Muggle it hadn't been damaged, he really liked it and he knew that he would never be able to get a replacement. Before he was able to replay it was Madam Bones this time who spoke up holding a very familiar piece of wood. "I have his wand, I took it after I checked on the muggles at the house. I repaired the structure so that the building didn't collapse and this appeared. Since Auror Black was the only wizard in that building to my knowledge I believed that it was his. Auror Black, can you confirm that this is your wand?"

"Yes Madam Bones, that is indeed mine." Looking at it brightly as she gave it to him.

Before Ezekiel could start his oath, Dumbledore spoke again, panic filling his voice. " This is ridiculous, I'm Harry Potter's Magical Guardian! And even if I wasn't the Potter House left no will upon their deaths, as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, the supreme authority in Britain, I have every right to appoint myself as such!" Everybody gasped as Dumbledore admitted that he had snubbed that position from whoever was rightfully the most beloved child's godfather. Ezekiel on the other hand, was getting ready to rip the man apart, with the Black family magic joyfully whispering instructions on how to skin him alive and not killing him in the process so he could feed him his own hide.

The moods were so hot that nobody noticed Fudge being approached by a wizard who started whispering on his ear, but the Minister was so engulfed into what was happening that he dismissed the man with a wave of his hand. The man ran towards one of the doors on the sides and even pushed trough several people but nobody paid mind to him.

"As his Magical Guardian" Said Dumbledore" I've taken all the meassures to ensure that Harry Potter was safe and those were justified and legal. As his appointe-"

The main gates of the courtroom opened violently, scaring everyone and hitting some of the reporters in the back. Rows of fully armored goblins carring shields. spears and swords walked towards the members of the chamber. They forcefully shoved the reporters and some Aurors out of the way crushing the wizards and witches against each other as they made a path for a different set of goblins. This ones were dressed in fine clothes and had one hand in the air, as they were using magic to

carry a large scroll housed within a gold cylindrical casing.

Finally, a last single goblin appeared. He walked slowly and wore even finer clothes than those who had precided him: he wore dark boots and dark grey business pants, a ruffled shirt with laced trims with a black leather vest, atop which rested an antique silver-colored casting with an aged gold seal emblazoned on the front. On his hand he wore fine black leather gloves and on his left he carried a walking stick. Suprisingly, this goblin possessed a long blond mane, which mixed types of blond hear interlaced with one another. He wore an expresion of pure contepmt.

No one dared to say a word, or such an aggressive action hadn't been hear of since the last Goblin Rebellion, although no one had ever seen such a force carrying a scroll. They made their way to wards the front, but following the pace of the last goblin to arrive and once the guards had reached the members of the Wizengamot they made two lines, each on both sides so that the scroll carriers could continue until they reached the benches. Those goblins too made way for the last goblin to walk towards the benches.

The goblin had to look upwards, something that clearly upset him even more than he already was. He scanned the crowd, even stopping for a moment to look at Ezekiel as if he were admiring his eyes before looking at the members of the Wizengamot. Dumbledore attempted to say something but before a sound could come out of his mouth the goblin raised his hand and the two closest soldiers had their spears pointed at his neck. He continued to look at the members one by one, each time growing angrier and angrier. After checking even those on the top benches he apparently got fed up and spoke with a sharp and commanding voice. a bit too deep for someone of his size.

"Where is Cornelious Fudge? This disaster that you wand-holders have created has gone too far, bring he to me!"

Dumbledore tried to speak but the spears got closer to his skin, cutting him enough for a a thin thread of blood to start falling. He stopped on his tracks until the goblin waved his hand and the soldiers removed the edges from his neck. He touched his neck nervously before speaking with a shaking voice.

"Wh-Who are you? What disaster a-a-are you talking about?"

"Don't try and feign innocence, Albus Dumbledore." The goblin looked at him, even angrier than before, yet his deep voice had raised a single octave. " For this calamity is your doing as well, and unless I get a solution I shall close every branch office of Gringotts forever!"

This time a wizard in one of the middle benches spoke up, indignant and with a voice full of despise. "And who the hell are you, a goblin, to threaten the Wizengamot?"

Ezekiel looked at the wizard. He was very fat, with a thick neck. He had gorilla-like arms, a flat nose, and wore a pudding bowl-style haircut. recognized the man as Vincent Creabbe Sr., one of the few members of the Wizengamot that he had yet to investigate but always had to save for later for one reason or another.

The goblin looked at the impertinent wizard and answered

" I am Jareth, the Goblin King!"

I don't own Harry Potter, all characters except OC belong to J. K. Rowling.