Disclaimer: The great J.K Rowling owns anything and anyone you recognise as from the first five books. I merely used her characters to write this story, because I am talent less. Thank you

An exhausted Harry Potter-Black lay down on his bed inside the trunk hoping for a few hours of sleep before he attended his trial but it was not to be. He had to get ready and read all the law books he had with him. For the next two hours he read and memorised all he could, then went in for a quick shower.

25 minutes later Harry stepped out of his trunk, wearing black robes with a moving image of a hawk with its wings spread perched atop a tower. He tied his hair back in a ponytail and walked towards the headmaster's office, he was not looking forward to today. He had an idea, he whipped out his wand and whispered "Priori incantatum" he rifled through the spells until he reached the cruciatus on which he muttered "Deleterious". Finally, he arrived at the gargoyle muttered "lying liquorices" and stepped inside to be greeted by Dumbledore. "Welcome Harry, please take a seat, would you like a lemon drop?" "Thank you and no thank you sir, how are you this fine morning?" his false cheery voice seemed to fool the old man. "Fine thank you Harry, do not be nervous about today, justice will prevail as it always has" "Yes the way justice was delivered to Lucius Malfoy or Sirius" Dumbledore did not answer him, but his inclined head acknowledged Harry's point.

"Come Harry, I fear it is time to depart" he held out a galleon, which was the portkey, and they landed with practiced ease just next to the reception. "Names Please" "Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter here for hearing 4A" the names registered in the receptionists mind and she looked up in shock. "F-f-follow me s-sirs" Still stuttering she led them to a secure room, which looked into the courtroom. For the few minutes they waited Harry explored the room with his eyes, it was magnificent like a widened horseshoe shape; the wizengamot surrounded all the key people in the trial. Harry found it as intimidating as he did last time, but he put up his mask of total calm lest people get the wrong impression. Harry had to put in a mammoth effort not to kill Percy when he came and escorted them to their appropriate places in the courtroom.

Harry sighed inwardly, relieved that Madam Bones would be leading the proceedings as his beliefs in Fudge's sincerity did not extend to reliance on his competency. A hush fell over the attendants of the hearing when she stood up and started the normal speech before a trial of this calibre.

"We are gathered here today to investigate the charges filed by one Dolores Jane Umbridge against one Harry James Potter, they are as follows:

Opening and maintaining an illegal defence club

Spreading lies within the school which cause nationwide panic

Association with Sirius Black

Uprising against the ministry

Breaking and entering into the department of mysteries

Destroying a prophecy orb

Casting the cruciatus on an unidentified death eater

Mr. Potter how do you plead?"

"Guilty to number three, five, and six, not guilty to the rest" the crowds gasped as they saw that HARRY POTTER had been associating with Black, the betrayer of his parents. "Mr. Potter those are serious charges, are you prepared to justify your reasons or to accept the consequences" "Yes, I am". "Very well Mr. Potter, we will begin with those to which you have pleaded guilty as I believe they will be considerably less time-consuming, the prosecutor may proceed"

"Well Mr. Potter, my name is Andrew Goodfellow," at Harry's nod he continued "You pleaded guilty to the charge of associating with the murderer Sirius Black, it escapes my mind the reason WHY you would do so" the prosecutor inwardly froze when the boy-who-lived' s eyes lit up.

"Well. Mr. Goodfellow, it is because I knew he was innocent, I have seen Peter Pettigrew with my own eyes, and I know of the events, which occurred on Halloween 1981. Also the traitorous rat's actions up till now have further increase my hatred of him, the next time I see him you will receive several packages containing his severed limbs" everyone paled – even Dumbledore even though he was aware of Harry's hatred towards the death eater.

The prosecutor was unsure of how to proceed; the boy's hatred indicated that he was very sure in this belief, last time fudge had been at the receiving end. He however had a duty to prosecute therefore he hoped this brutal statement would go in his favour.

"Mr. Potter, firstly that is punishable with a life sentence in Azkaban and second, what proof do you have of the innocence of Sirius Black?"

"One, no I will not go Azkaban because I invoke the ancient law of Merlin, concerning both the fidelius charm and the life debt. 'Those who have been betrayed by their secret keeper may seek vengeance upon them, even to the extreme of taking a life or using the unforgivables. This only applies to the traitors of any wizard or witch who are not in association with the dark side. Those who have been wronged grievously by he or she who owes them a life debt, then they can punish the offender by death without fear of prosecution. If the people who have been betrayed or wronged do not survive, this right is automatically extended to their children and best friends"

Percy was staring at the law book in horror; Harry smirked when he saw this and continued, "Will the memories from my pensieve be adequate?" 'Oh SHIT, HE HAS A PENSIEVE?' Goodfellow thought frantically, trying to find a reason not to allow it, but it was too late. Madam Bones had spoken up, "Mr. Potter, I believe that it would be very beneficial for the assembled witches and wizards to see through your pensieve, please remove any memories that are distinctly of a personal nature".

Harry had put his memories and Remus' memories from the pensieve into his head and now stood up to place the pensieve in the corner where everyone could view. He did this so nobody could accuse him of altering the memories, it was impossible to do so inside ones head. He used his wand to extract the memories into the pensieve then used the special view features to show a large-scale version of the night in the shrieking shack, the night at the graveyard and he added a memory, which he would show later on when confronted with the other charges.

Amelia bones watched horrified as she saw Black screaming at a very-much-alive Pettigrew, "THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS. AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU" the ministry was going to owe Mr. Black over 100,000,000 galleons and that was before the boy would confirm black's death. Then they would have to triple the amount to his beneficiary unless he waived it and looking at the boy's furious face, it was not going to happen. Soon the memory faded out of the shrieking shack and into the graveyard where the dark surroundings made everyone shiver. The Potter boy stood up and walked over to Amos and his wife, putting his arms around them. It seemed as if the memories were still raw, as the boy looked towards the ground his face pale. All bar potter and Dumbledore jumped when they heard the words "Kill the spare" followed by Pettigrew's voice "Avada Kedavra". The stunned silence was interrupted by a scream from Mrs. Diggory and a heart-wrenching sob from Amos.

The Daily prophet reporter trembled as Potter paused the memory, she watched as the prosecutor- Mrs. Diggory's brother wept silently trying to regain his composure. She saw Dumbledore sitting there head down his beard scragglier than usual and then she turned back to Fudge who was hyperventilating. She believed he had good reason to, as both she and Fudge had tried to discredit Harry all through last year and he had gone through all this coming out sane.

"Added to this is the fact that you gave us a sub standard teacher who prevented us from learning adequately especially in these times, not to mention the tortures she put me and a friend under".

Fudge was feeling lower than low, he was at fault with all these problems. Putting that aside he refocused where Madam Umbridge had started speaking for the first time in the trial.

"Mr. Potter are you aware that this year provided the most outstanding scores for defence against the dark arts ever, with a number around thirty-three out standings. Including your very own highest score ever? I believe that is a better indication of my skill as a teacher than your opinion"

"How many people passed other than those thirty-three?" this was greeted by silence "yes, I believe the number was 12 which only included some Ravenclaw students who achieved outstanding on their theory whilst achieving a dreadful on their practical"

Umbridge spoke up again, "What is the point you are trying to express?" "I can name a majority of those people who achieved an outstanding

Myself

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Susan Bones

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Zacharias Smith

Ernie Macmillan

Lavender brown

Parvati Patil

Padma Patil

Colin Creevey

Dennis Creevey

Hannah Abbot

Cho Chang

Michael Corner

Terry Boot

Katie Bell

Alicia Spinnet

Angelina Johnson

Lee Jordan

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Dean Thomas

Anthony Goldstein

Justin Finch-Fletchley

Blaise Zabini

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Theodore Nott

Millicent Bulstrode"

"That is correct Mr. Potter" Madam Bones said with raised eyebrows "Might we enquire as to where you received this knowledge of results?" "It might be the fact that I taught the first 28, Blaise Zabini's father is the greatest dueller on earth barring Dumbledore, Voldemort, Professor Flitwick and Mad-Eye Moody" Everyone flinched "And that the parents of the others are death eaters".

Umbridge's childlike voice interrupted him, an incredulous tone in her voice "You taught them?" she laughed and some of the wizengamot laughed with her. Harry merely pointed his wand at the pensieve and this time they were in the room of requirement where Harry was teaching everyone the basics at the beginning, then a memory of the middle few meetings and finally the final meeting where they were interrupted at the end. Harry let the memories come, where she asked Snape for veritaserum, where she talked herself into using the cruciatus, where she used the blood quills. Other memories washed over them telling him he is a failure that he was an attention-seeking child and that his criminal record would not allow him to become an Auror. Most of the events in the department of mysteries came next and Umbridge was looking pale with worry. The thoughts were jumbled and this could not be faked, so it was with fury written on their faces that they dismissed all charges.

Apology upon apology from everyone who had not believed him overwhelmed him and he felt angry enough to hit someone.

Half an hour when the commotion had died down Madam Bones turned back to Harry, "Mr. Potter first of all, let me apologise on behalf of the ministry, and second I have just sent for a pardon for Mr. Black, finally you will receive the staff of Merlin, it was given to those who regularly fight evil. Therefore, it is your responsibility that you do not use it for the wrong purposes. Mr. Black will be receiving an order of Merlin first class and reparations will be paid into your vaults of the sum of 360,000,000 galleons. It is advisable that you summon a Black family meeting and discuss with them the distribution of this amount. Harry groaned inwardly, he would not give them shit, let alone some money. He thought about how angry he had been when he found out that Lucius Malfoy had been freed under the pretence that he had been under the imperius.

She said something that was lost on Harry and then he turned to see the spokesperson for the wizengamot, "We as the judicial branch of the government feel that we have no choice but to release Mr. Potter of his charges, further we insist Mr. Potter be paid additional reparations for his personal suffering. On that note, Ms Umbridge is to be punished under the consequences of torture for under age wizards – the choice is yours Mr. Potter". "The Dementors kiss" everyone gasped", Mr. Potter that is a very harsh punishment, I beg of you to reconsider"Harry retorted angrily"Did you or did you not see where she admitted the fact that she set dementors on me and my cousin?" Madam Bones nodded dumbly. "I do not take kindly to attempts on my life, all who oppose me will either die or wish they had, this is a war I have no time for niceties, you people are useless, in 5 years in the wizarding world there has always been an attempt on my life and I have had to stop it by myself. Now it is no longer sensible to show mercy. Therefore, I repeat she will be receiving the dementors kiss, right now" Fudge closed his eyes and so did many of the other members of the wizengamot, trying to drown out Umbridge' pitiful screams. Shakily, Fudge ordered the dementors in. the room grew cold but Harry did not notice it, his warming charm working quite well.

Madam Bones shuddered as she heard a high-pitched scream then a thud that indicated it had been administered. She quickly ended the hearing and practically fled the courtroom, but she saw the expression on the boys face, it was the same face Albus Dumbledore wore in 1945, battle weary and hanging on with all he could muster. She did not blame the boy, but she regretted those things ever happened because however foul Umbridge was they had been friends since the wars against the few Grindelwald supporters that put up a resistance.

Back at Hogwarts in the headmaster's office, the staffs were in attendance and were informed of the trial. They were sitting there horrified at the news, they had not liked Umbridge, but they did not know Harry could be so cruel. Harry tumbled in afterwards through the fireplace to inform both the staff and Snape particularly that their duel would take place in the evening. Snape snorted, "This will be short and sweet" Harry merely smirked "what makes you think I'll beat you quickly, I need to release some stress professor. As cousin diddykins imitation of wrestlers go, I'ma put ya in a worl' of hurt" then he walked out without seeing a furious Snape and horrified staff.

Harry decided to use medium level spells like the Protego maximus, as it would not arouse as much suspicion as advance level, higher level or distinction level spells. Snape was advanced but Harry would use some of Dumbledore's style mixed in with some of Flitwick's style. Checking his watch, he decided to dress up in those Gryffindor robes he had found inside the trunk. They were magnificent – golden with a huge phoenix across the back looking defiant; the trim was a blaring red as were the sash across the waist, collar, and the phoenix itself. It looked intimidating, he reminded himself to go down into the chamber and harvest the basilisk remains for potions ingredients and armour.

Checking himself in the mirror first, he made his way down to the great hall where a long platform similar to his second year one but considerably wider was surrounded by all the students with Snape standing on top of it. Many people gasped when Harry walked in, the magnificent robes shining golden in the light. Dumbledore gave a speech about how the winner would get 1000 galleons and one request would be granted to him. Finally, he finished and McGonagall read out the rules, finally, they bowed to each other and began.

"Stupefy" "Expelliarmus" "Protego" "Filipendo" "Protego" Harry blocked and dodged intent on tiring out Snape before beating him. Then he remembered the taunting Snape had done to him, to Sirius the false accusations he made against his father and how Dumbledore always took his word over others. He snapped or so everyone thought, he start throwing charms, which turned Snape's clothes, pink his hair purple and his shoes into high heels. In between, he blocked the spells, which were coming faster and faster at him. He glanced at the clock, Merlin 20 minutes had gone, it felt more like 2 minutes.

"Obliterate" This is a highly powerful banishing charm which came from Snape and Harry deliberately put up a Protego Maximus shield even though it would break. It lessened the impacted on him. The force of the spell still knocked him to the ground, finally Harry had enough he start using every curse in the Hogwarts curriculum and Snape started to do the same.

They carried on duelling faster and faster, Harry had to resist the urge to unleash the more powerful spells whilst Snape had no qualms about it. Having an idea he summoned Snape towards him, then conjured up a wall into which Snape went headfirst. Snape looked ridiculous and with his head stuck in the wall it just served to make the hall laugh harder.

Harry did not see a furious McGonagall striding down the hall until it was too late, "Mr. Potter" she screeched shrilly, "this will be 100 points from Gryffindor, how dare you do something so ill mannered" "but we were duelling it's allowed!" "Silence Mr. Potter, it seems as if you do not care for points. Your ban on Quidditch will still stand although your broom will be returned; you will not be allowed to fly unless your head of house gives you permission" a majority of the hall gaped at her in shock, whilst Harry himself looked at her in silence. Slowly he raised his wand and summoned his Firebolt and his belongings from his dormitory, packing all of his things into the trunk he ignored a bewildered McGonagall and turned to Dumbledore. "Professor may I have my prize?" Dumbledore tossed him the bag of galleons upon which he summoned Dobby, a crack later he appeared. "Dobby can you go give this to Fred and George, it's for expansion of their shop?" "Yes master Harry Potter sir, right away master Harry Potter sir" and he disappeared with another crack.

"Harry what is your request?" casting one sad look at McGonagall he spoke up "If professor Flitwick has no objections I wish to be resorted to Ravenclaw". Silence for a few moments then Flitwick squeaked, "It would be an honour, Mr. Potter."

All the Ravenclaws cheered and Dumbledore looking stricken had no choice "Very well Mr. Potter your wish will be granted, you may move to Ravenclaw". Harry left the hall accompanied by a jubilant Ravenclaw house, on the way Blaise Zabini walked up to him and smirked. "Potter, would you care to accompany me to Hogsmeade in two weeks time?" Surprised, all he could do was nod and smile weakly.

Blaise sat on her own in the library, she had sneaked out to watch the trial and had been horrified yet awestruck. He was not arrogant, he was just that damn good, she did not know why she had asked him out, but she would make the most of it. She remembered when she saw him in the first year looking scared with those lovely green eyes; he had ignored Draco Malfoy's offer sticking with Weasley. He had looked so menacing it was worthy of a Slytherin. She sighed again as Madam Pince looked at her clearly disgruntled, Harry Potter – who are you really?

Thank you to all my reviewers

Bellatrix-Vecours: there is nothing special about learning spells; it does not involve high levels of power as Hermione shows -learning everything out of a book. He has kept his higher levels of spells, potions, and swordsmanship hidden from Dumbledore. There is no possibility of hiding his occulmency skills as Dumbledore was obviously going to check through his mind. I also wanted to make him a bit more vulnerable than I have in my other fic dark knight. It is slightly more realistic.

Everyone else thank you, it might be a while before another update I want to finish dark knights chapter before I update here again.

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