A man strode down the Alley on a bright sunny day, his blond hair flowing behind him. A smug look on his face, imagining what kind of torture to use on the one who if following him. He knew from the moment he stepped out on to Diagon Alley.  

Calmly he was walking into a dead end alley way, thinking how carelessly his watcher was being. He turned around ready for an attack. 'A child' he thought as moments latter when a figure came around the corner, 'this is to simple' the man thought as he fired "Diffindo!" 

A beam of blue shot out of the mans wand straight at the young man before him.  who merley sidestapped the beam and laughed. The laugh sent shivers down the man's spine and spurred him to kill this second man as quick as possible rather than take him alive, which sadly was his original plan.

"Explidra! Reducto! Diffindo! Flamma!" he shot off several curses all at once but none hit the young man. No Unforgivables yet because they would undoubtedly attract the attention of the Ministry.

The young man bored of the mans incompetence pulled out a short knife and threw it. The mans eyes widened as the knife hit its target. In shock he looked down to see a black handle protruding from his chest. 

Hit became harder to breath as seconds wore on, as blood quickly filled up his lung, and reduced his capacity to breath in air.

His grey eyes flashed as the though of dying came close in his last act, pulled out a illegal dagger out of his cane. The dagger is only illegal due to all the poisons it had been dipped in. He lunged forward knife still in his lung and attempted to stab the young man, but missed when he took a step back . 

The young man's face was concealed under a dark hood you could feel the intensity of the young man's eyes. As the first man slowly breathed in did he take his hood off. Jet-black, sort and messy, startling green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.  

The man's breath hitched.... 

Pathetic...

The young man pulled out his ornate knife from Lucius Malfoy's chest and wiped off the blood on Malfoy's expensive looking robes. 

'Such a waste,' he thought of the robes. 

He finished off by cutting a smile across his face just like he has done countless times before, his thinking. 'They need to smile more.' watching him take his last breath. The young man then reached into his robes and threw his calling card onto Malfoy's dead corpse, before disappearing with a pop. 

His calling card was a two in one, from one ear to the other he cut a smile of sorts into their faces as they take their last breath. The actual card in it's self was similar to a normal deck of cards but you'd realize it was very different from regular cards. 

It was signed,' Joker.' The joker's face was distorted into a sadistic grin much like the one he carves. The Joker was surrounded by several dangerous-looking knives. Each one was a dark maroon both the blade and its handle. The knives themselves looked to be painted, but if you look look closer you would realize it wasn't paint. It was blood....

Murder in the Alley!

By Rita Skeeter

Yesterday morning, Aurors were dispatched to an alley branching off Diagon Alley. The Ministry picked up signs barley legal magic being used, when they arrived, the scene they found was horrific.

The body of Lucius Malfoy laid in a pool of his own blood.  A cut smile from one end of his face to another. Yep, the Joker stoke again fokes. A card was also left near by, signed the 'Joker.' It seems the Joker murdered Mr. Malfoy for what ever reason it may be.

Minister Fudge had this to say on the murder; "whoever is this Joker will be punished heavily. Lucius malfoy was an outstanding man who donated to charities for victims of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and attended many Ministry events! we will do what ever was can to avenge Lucius Malfoy and all those who have died by the hands of this 'Joker.' I offer my condolences to the Malfoy family for their loss of an upstanding father and husband." 

However, when the Aurors searched Mr. Malfoy's robes they had found a white mask in his pocket! A Death Eater mask!

The question now is whether the mask belongs to him or if it was planted there by the Joker. The Ministry is looking into it now.

Mr. Malfoy is a dear friend to Minister Fudge so what'll happen if it is true. He was a servant of You-Know-Who.  

Some where in London

A young man burst through the door, he was dressed in black. He strode over to a couch in a fairly large apartment, where he took off his robes, revealing a mop of short messy black hair and a pair of smoldering green eyes. He ran his hand through his hair lifting his hair showing his lighting bolt scar on his forehead. Underneath he had on a leather vest made from the finest material which matched his leather boots. He also had on a pair of black skinny jeans of the same color as the rest of his clothing.  Following that he reached his hand up to his covered face and removed a special mask the was silver in color, made the shape of a smiling Joker whose grin looked plain evil. One might say it was the face of the devil's.

After removing his mask he unstrapped a plethora of things that were concealed on his body. Off cam a pair of black short swords several knives two daggers with curved blades, several potions that were strapped to his belt. And finally a deck of cards that all has his symbol on it: a Joker. Even the cards were considered weapons by his classmates many of whom were in the same line of work.  

The deck was charmed cards that could be used like a throwing knife. That is the cards could be thrown and could cut through flesh like a knife through butter. He himself had charmed then to take the appearance of playing muggle cards with his symbol and was quite proud of his work.

The Joker had came back to his unpalatable home that he shared with his friend Marcus, after another successful job. His bank account had also "suddenly" increased by several million pounds. He was very satisfied with is job. After all, it is not everyday that one worked as an assassin for governments around the world and for very private rich people. His last job, the one he just got back from, was to "erase" the newest drug to arise in Cuba and the US government were more than happy to provide him with luxuries to keep his silence when he finished.

As he finished, he stepped in to the bath that a house elf had prepared for him and relaxed some. Several hours latter he got up out of the bath and dried himself. Once he was dried off he put on his clothes, starting with a lose black shirt, his vest, the black pants and boots. His weapons were close by as always. 

He headed to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat when the door swung with a tired Marcus stepping through.  "Hey Hadrian, I just got some  who wants to off a wizard the time paying in galleons" He said dropping a large pizza on the counter.  

They were the perfect team, Hadrian specialized in all forms but mostly assassinations, stealth, and recovery missions, Marcus was the opposite with reconnaissance, spying and information gathering missions. Marcus was also the only on who stood by Hadrian when he lost his dad, if it weren't for him he would have completely lost control. 

"Who do you got this time?" He said pulling out two plates so they could eat.

"Its an old lady offering 600,000 galleons for Bellatrix Lestrange she just escaped from Azkaban. "As they dug into the pizza, Hadrian's eyes widened. "Ya I know."

"Well this will be exciting" he said as he was thinking. The Bellatrix Lestrange! The right hand women of the Dark Lord Voldemort! Finding her will be easy. "Hey did you get the daily prophet?"

"Ya got it here" Marcus replied with a mouth full of pizza. "I also got Rosa something to."

"Right" he looked disgusted at the rat Marcus brought out. He called for Rosa and she came ready for a feast which Marcus happily gave her. He shock his head at the scene laughing as Marcus tried to play with her and she was cursing at him but of course he didn't know.

"She's making fun of me isn't she?" He asked making a mocking face. 

Hadrian responded with a "yes."