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"Today, class, we will be having someone to help us with our lessons," the Bloody Baron said. The students looked at each other, praying silently that the person mention would not Malfoy. "Class, put your hands together to welcome Mister Potter."

Immediately, all the students except for the Slytherins clapped. The Slytherins hissed and boo while Malfoy's face darkened. Harry stepped onto the arena. Immediately, Malfoy followed and walked into the arena and spat, "Why must Potter help us with swordplay? I'm your best amongst the best student, Baron. Why must the goody-goody two-shoe Potter to be teach us?"

The Bloody Baron scowled. Harry however, looked at Malfoy with a determined gleam in his eyes that his Gryffindors friends knew too well. Harry has something big planned in his mind and they are about to find out soon.

"Perhaps a duel with the sword could settle this, Malfoy. What would the sword be? Perhaps a foil? Epee? Saber? Or a rapier?" said Harry as he walked across the room to the rack of weapons. "Choose your sword."

Malfoy gave a sneer and walked across the room and chosen a Saber. Harry's hand went across the rack before he stopped and picked up a rapier. With a great smirk on his face, Malfoy walked back to the arena and addressed the Slytherins. "My brothers in the Slytherin today marked the downfall of the Famous Harry Potter. I, Draco Malfoy, shall make this duel the one in which Potter will be defeated!"

The Slytherins cheered and Malfoy bowed. He turned towards Harry and sneered, "Why don't you make your Famous Last Words, Potter?"

"Just a few, Malfoy," Harry said. "As a friend, I just advice all of you who are betting on the Duel to place it on me. With the odds of one to fifty, I can be sure that you make a killing!"

The Slytherins jeered at Harry while the rest of the school cheered. Harry turned and looked at Malfoy. Harry lifted his rapier and ensued a dueling position. Soon Malfoy followed. The two looked at each other. Then Malfoy attacked. Harry lifted his blade to defend himself and result in causing a zing of crossed blades.

"You know Malfoy, for the past four years, every one in Hogwarts had to deal with your stupid attitude. Your knowledge of swear and curses words are too little," Harry said as he began a riposte attack. "Hermione is a muggle-born. You call her Mudblood every time you see her. Can't you have a little more creativity? Perhaps, 'Hey Granger, what runs within you? Is it blood? Oh! Of course not! Within your body runs mud!' or 'Granger, since you knows everything, why don't you turn yours into a book for all to read?'"

At edge, the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw looked totally shell- shocked by Harry's words. Fred and George had to grab Ron to stop him from rushing to Harry and knock him senseless. On the arena, Harry thrust his rapier aggressively, forcing Malfoy to retreat.

"Ron is a pureblood but poor. Can't call him something more insulting? Like 'Hey Weasley! Are you sure you are pure? From the looks of it, you are slimed with mud and scars!' Or 'Weasley, you think that you are rich? Even my house-elf are richer then you!' But then again you don't have a house- elf."

Malfoy tried to counterattack but failed under Harry's attack. His words punctuated by a Morse code of clashing steel.

"I was cursed by a lightning shape scar. Each time you call me was Scar- head! Think of something more impertinent! Like, 'Hey Potter is that a scar left over by the attack of Voldemort? It look more like one you paste on!' or 'Potter! You think that you're famous? Yes! Because you are a half- blood!'"

Then in a swift movement, Harry turned his rapier and used the handle and smashed Malfoy's hand. Immediately, he dropped the sword. Harry brought his rapier up to Malfoy's jugular vein. "Touché."

Harry turned to address his friends, " Winning a duel is very good. But winning a duel both physically and psychologically is utterly disarming for the opponent. Just like what I did to Malfoy."

Harry jerked his head over and saw the pathetic face of Malfoy. He looked totally exhausted and his usually well-combed hair was a mess.

"By the way, I didn't meant any of the words I said except the first two sentences," Harry grinned and he jumped down from the arena. "So, if I offended anyone, don't take it by heart."

Immediately, cheering from the students engulfed Harry. The Slytherin looked totally disgusted by Harry's victory. As Harry pushed his way to get out of the room, he turned towards Ron and whisper, "Very soon, Malfoy will be out of Hogwarts. I can guarantee that."

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Sometime during April...

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"Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said across the mass of chattering students eating their breakfast. "I want to see the both of you immediately."

Harry stood up and followed Dumbledore into the side door. Soon Malfoy entered. Dumbledore looked down at the both of them kindly and smiled, "Harry and Draco, I'm sure that the both of you had knew before hand about your on-coming trial."

The both of them nodded.

"Well, the trial takes place later this afternoon at the Ministry of Magic. Each of you can bring four friends along. Good that the both of you know, off you go and inform your friends," smiled Dumbledore. Immediately, Malfoy walked out of the room. Harry turned towards Dumbledore and asked, "I believe that every thing is in order?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"They tried to hunt me down," said Harry laughing grimly. "But soon, I will turn the tables round. The hunters will find themselves the hunted as they will play by my rules, soon."

Dumbledore almost laughed as the mental image of the sheep-like Harry suddenly transform into an unstoppable predator. But then again, still water runs deep within Harry.

//Milord,// an elf spoke as he stood outside the door. Harry just wave his hand and beckoned for the elf to enter. The elf complied and walked into the room. //The Majesty had spoken. He wants to know if Milord needs any escort to Milord's trial.// The word trial was spoken with distaste and disgust.

"What do you, Albus?" asked Harry.

"That's is not for me to decide, Harry after all, the Elves abides to you only," smiled Dumbledore before he walked away, leaving Harry to make his own decision.

//Milord?//

//Very well, a phalanx of twelve warriors are to accompany me to the trial, invisible,// said Harry, placing emphasis on the word invisible. //Go to the Ministry and await my arrival.//

The elf bowed and retreated from the room. Harry turned and walked out of the room towards the Great Hall. Sitting besides his friends, Harry broke the news to them. Janet had long knew of Harry's plan just nodded while Hermione and Ron had a look of pure fear and shock on their face.

"Harry," whispered Hermione, eyes wide open like a saucer, "do you truly know what you are diving into?"

Harry nodded.

"That's it!" Ron exclaimed as he reached over to grab Harry by his hand. "Harry is definitely out of his mind to suggest the use of Pensieve Revealer Orb. Quick! Get him to St Mungo's!"

Harry whacked Ron's hand and answered, "Fudge and all the Death Eaters within the Ministry wants me out of the way. THEY want to be the hunters. But soon, I play by my rules." At this statement, a mysterious and dangerous gleam appeared in Harry's eyes but it disappeared just as fast as it appeared. "I become the hunter, not the hunted. Enough about that, now, I believe that the three of you want to go to my trial with me?"

The three of them just nodded. Moving his hand over to Janet, Harry whispered, "Don't worry, this time, I will make sure that Malfoy will get expelled. Attempted murder! Ha!"

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Later that afternoon...

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"Harry, Ron, Hermione and Janet, I believe that you are not here only for Harry's trial," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. Ron and Hermione immediately threw sharp look at Harry who just shrugged.

"Who else is on trial?" asked Hermione, bewildered.

"Draco," Dumbledore said.

"Draco?" Ron shot Harry another sharp look. "As in Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes."

Immediately, Ron and Hermione started screaming their head off and hugged each other. "Malfoy is getting a trial! I could fly to the moon!"

"Don't," Harry advised. "Malfoy is coming, I can sense him."

Soon the door opened and Malfoy came in with Crabbe and Goyle in flank. Pansy Parkinson stood by Malfoy and the four of them threw dirty looks at the quartet.

"Potter, I should have known," hissed Malfoy. His eyes tightened when Harry stepped forward.

"Malfoy, watch your tongue or you might end up dead," Harry snarled.

"Break this up, both of you!" an Auror ordered as he stepped out from the fireplace. Turning towards Dumbledore, the Auror saluted him. Dumbledore smiled and reach over and shook hands with the Auror.

"Flame Nicolas!" Dumbledore greeted the Auror. Motioning his hand towards Harry and Malfoy, Dumbledore just smiled and said, "Now, Flame, does this scene remind you of anyone?"

The Auror finally turned his attention towards Harry and Malfoy. A grin crossed his face as memories came to him.

"How amusing that two different people from the past who had hated each other with all their worth," Dumbledore began. "And their descendants now are doing the same."

Flame immediately tried in vain stifled out a laugh. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. Soon, Flame regained his composure and returned to his profession way. "I'm here to escort both the accused to the Ministry of Magic." At that, he took out a rather long wooden stick. Harry was quick to realize the magic within the piece of stick was those of transportation. "The Ministry had been kind enough to supply with a Portkey," looking at his watch, he continued, "We will be leaving a one minute."

At once, everyone placed his or her hand on the wood. A jolt of guilty shot through Harry.

'A Portkey had resulted in the death of Cedric and the revival of Tom Riddle,' thought Harry sadly as memories of the Third Task started to surge into his well-organized thoughts. 'We can only hope that this trial will reveal the incompetent of the insufferable git, Cornelius Fudge. Maybe we can get Mr Weasley to become the Britain Minister of Magic.'

"Three...two...one..."

A swirl of colours and the group was gone.

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"Today, we are here in respect of a charge filed in by the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- Albus Dumbledore. This charge unlike other which had been filed involves two very serious offences and for the first time in England's magical history against a student from Hogwarts," spoke the judge. "Slytherin student, Draco Malfoy is currently under charge of attempted murder of Muggle-born American Exchange student, Miss Janet Heselwood and a follower in bearing of the Dark Mark as a loyal subject of the Dark Lord, He-Who-Not-Be-Named! Mr Malfoy, please come fro."

A wave of disbelief swept across the courtroom. Draco Malfoy however, strutted into the courtroom, proud. Apparently, he believed that his father would be able to come to his rescue. Harry could feel Janet tighten up by his side. Sub-consciously, Harry wrapped his arm around Janet's shoulder, comforting her. Harry focused his ability to see "magic" aura with his eyes. Immediately, the room exploded in a riot of colours. Harry looked at the Pensieve Revealer Orb, which lay innocently in the middle of the room, on top of a table. It had not been tampered with.

'Good,' thought Harry. 'This way, he is going down for sure.'

"Mr Malfoy, do you plead guilty to any of those charges mention before?" the judge asked.

"Not guilty," said Malfoy.

"Who would stand in your defense?"

"Myself, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle, your Honor!" said Malfoy.

"Very well, Mr Malfoy," the judge said. "If you are truly ready, please step forward and place your hand onto the Pensieve Revealer Orb."

At this, Malfoy blanched. Apparently, Malfoy knew the properties of the Pensieve Revealer Orb. Nervously, Malfoy looked around for any sign of his father's arrival. But very unfortunately, due to Harry's intervention, senior Malfoy could not interfere with this trial. Slowly, Malfoy walked towards the Orb and placed his hand onto the Orb.

Immediately, the room dissolved in a swirl of colour. Janet, Hermione and Ron exchanged surprised looks. They are in the Slytherin Common Room. Draco Malfoy was leaning by the fireplace, talking rapidly with his father.

"Draco, you must break that Potter down for our Master," the elder Malfoy spoke.

"But how, father? Potter is much more powerful than me, in terms of magical level, knowledge of spells and non-magic combat," Malfoy spoke.

"Then strike those whom he held dear to, Draco. I...Ouch!" At the same time, Malfoy felt the pain on his arm and he rolled up his hand and the Dark Mark had burned black. Muted screams erupted from within the courtroom as many recognised the mark of the Dark Lord. "Our Master called, Draco I must go." With that, the elder Malfoy disappeared.

"Those whom he held dear," Malfoy thought aloud. "Ah...that Mudblood American, Heselwood."

The room dissolved again and they found themselves in the corridor heading towards the library. Malfoy was stalking Janet with a dagger in his hand. Moving swiftly, he moved forward and clasped his hand covering Janet's mouth. Immediately, Janet started to struggle and Malfoy placed his blade to her throat.

"Very good, Mudblood!" a cold voice whispered into her ears.

"A pity that Potter isn't here, Mudblood," hissed Malfoy as he dragged Janet towards the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "Or he would have saved you."

Pushing Janet into the room, Malfoy casted an advanced locking charm on the door. Then he turned his attention towards Janet. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled.

"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" spat Janet.

"Nothing," Malfoy replied. "Nothing at all but your life."

Immediately, Janet started to fumble for her wand but she could not find it.

"Looking for you wand?" asked Malfoy. "Too bad, you had left it in your Common Room. If you think that I would be so stupid to kill you with your wand by your side."

Then he started to move menacingly towards Janet, his dagger high above him. Then, the sound of shattering woods caught his attention when Harry burst through the door.

"Impedimenta!" Harry roared. Immediately, a blast of light shot from Harry's fingers. Malfoy only had a split second to turn his head when the spell took him off his feet and slammed him against the wall. Harry's menacing figure loomed over the fallen Malfoy. "Petrificus Tolalus!"

"For a long time, I want you, Malfoy, out of Hogwarts. I wonder if your dear father, Lucius Malfoy, will be able to help you?" Harry hissed. Then the within the whole courtroom was filled with sharp hissing. A few gasp shocked the courtroom as this could only meant that Harry had spoken in Parseltongue.

Walking over to Janet, Harry embraced the trembling and sobbing girl. Harry whispered soothing words into Janet's ears as he stroked her head. After a while, Janet stopped sobbing.

"Are you all right, Janet?" Harry asked. She just nodded.

"Malfoy," Harry hissed. "You are one dead bad-faith dragon, indeed."

Then once again the room disappeared in a swirl of colour and they are back to the courtroom. Professor Dumbledore stood up and said, "Apparently, we need no more defendants for the accused. The Pensive Revealer Orb had shown us all the truth need. I believe that it is time for the jury to decide whether the accused is guilty or not?"

The Judge nodded and turned towards the jury. "Well, Jury?"

The group of wizards and witches started whispering among themselves. To the rest of the courtroom, only silent muttering could be heard. However, Harry heard every word spoken.

"The son of Lucius Malfoy?"

"Then we mustn't sentence him guilty."

"But the rest of the wizarding world would know that we either are bribed or threatened. But we are just scared of the Malfoys."

"True, Malfoy would have killed our family."

"Ya, Malfoy had already warned us to pardon his son or we will have to face the consequences. And he said that it wasn't very pretty."

*Perhaps you can sentence the son of Lucius Malfoy guilty,* an ancient and wise voice spoke. At once, the whole courtroom became silent. *After all, he may not have the time to deal you after Harry Potter's trial.*

'Merlin,' grinned Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Who's this?" asked the Judge aloud, his body was shaking terribly.

*Perhaps Mr Steve Olsen, you will stop trembling when I reveal myself in my body." At that, a slivery image of Merlin appeared. At once, every one stopped what they are doing and stared at him. The silence was shocking that a pin could be heard falling on the ground.

"The Father of Modern magic," whispered someone. "The great Merlin himself have come this trial."

"Indeed, I'm not supposed to be here. But the Lord of Light had ordered for me to come."

'ME!? Since when did I ordered you to come this trial, Merlin?' shouted Harry mentally.

"Never the less, I happened to overheard the Jury discussing what to do with Draco Malfoy here, the choice is yours. Don't let threats prevent you from doing your duties. Goodbye, my friends." And he disappeared.

TBC...

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Missed Again!

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The boys, under Sergeant Mac, were all shooting well at the local military range. That is, all except Blue. Repeatedly he went wide of the target. The "sarge" swore, yelled dire threats, but to no avail. Finally, he exploded.

"Lord, Man," he roared, "you're the worst shot in the whole Army. You couldn't hit a barn wall from ten feet." At the end of his patience, he added, "Why don't you go behind that shed and shoot your silly self!"

The private saluted smartly, shouldered arms, and marched off to the back of the shed. The sergeant was too dumbfounded to speak.

BANG! A shot shattered the expectant hush.

"Lord!" groaned Sergeant Mac, "he's gone and done it! He's gone and shot himself!"

Next moment, blue marched smartly around the other side of the shed and back to the sergeant. He saluted and said with never a grin, "Missed again, sarge!"