"A man has died here, fudge. And he won't be the last!" I hear dumbledore yell as me and Harry walk into his office, Harry had told me about what happened and what he saw, crouch found dead in the forest. "You must take action!"

"I will not. In times like these, the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength, dumbledore!" Fudge yells back at dumbledore as we walk towards the man's office.

"Then for once show them some!!" Dumbledore snaps at the man as fudge scoffs.

"The triwizard tournament will not be canceled. I will not be seen as a coward!" Fudge proclaims as dumbledore glares at him.

"A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think." Dumbledore explains as I roll my eyes.

"What did you say? What did you say to me?" Fudge says to the old man as moody sighs.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. It may interest you to know this conversation is no longer private." I hear moody say as he casts a spell and the door opens, revealing me and Harry.

"Oh, harry, y/n.... How good to see you two again!" Fudge greets as I glare at the man.

"I can come back later, Professor." Harry offers but dumbledore shakes his head.

"Oh, not necessary, harry. The minister and I are done. I'll be back in a moment. Minister, after you." Dumbledore says as me and Harry walk in.

"Oh, harry, y/n, do feel free to indulge in a little licorice snap in my absence." Dumbledore says while pointing to said candy. "But I have to want you, they're a wee bit sharp."

Moody walks out after them as he closes the door. Harry sighs as he looks around the room.

He grabs a handful of the weird candy before it jumps at him, biting his finger.

"Ow!" He says as the candy starts to jump around, biting at him. He shakes them off as they fall to the ground.

They run around as Harry kneels down, trying to catch them.

Gears turn as Harry pauses, glancing over his shoulder before getting up. A bowl filled with a glowing liquid reveals itself as Harry and I walk towards it.

Harry waves his wand around it the water, stirring it as an imagine appears. My head hours before I feel myself falling.

I squeal in shock as I grin onto Harry, we fall down (shockingly uninjured) as we land next to what seems to be dumbledore.

Harry pants as people chatter around us before his eyes land on dumbledore.

"Professor...?" He mutters as dumbledore seems to not hear him.

"Professor." Another voice says as suddenly, a hand goes through mine and Harry's stomach.

"Yeah." Dumbledore replies as he shakes the shorter man's hand.

Gears turn as a man appears in the cage at the center of the room, guard directly next to it.

"Igor karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this council." A voice says as I turn towards the person to see crouch.

"Should your testimony prove consequential, council may be prepared to order your immediate release. Until such time, you remain in the eyes of the ministry, a convicted death eater. Do you accept these terms?" Crouch explains as igor nods.

"I do, sir." Igor agrees as I raise an eyebrow at the rather cowardly man.

"And what do you wish to present?" Crouch asks harshly as Igor grits his teeth.

"I have names, sir. There was, uh... rosier. Evan rosier." Igor explains as a man hands a paper to crouch.

"Rosier is dead." Crouch responds curtly as I glance at the man.

"Dead?" Igor asks as crouch nods.

"Yeah, took a piece of me with him, though, didn't he?" I hear moody mutter from behind us as I glance over to see the one-eyed man.

"I didn't know..." igor mutters as crouch sighs disappointedly.

"If that is all the witness has to offer—" crouch gets cut off by Igor.

"No! No, no... there was... rookwood! He was a spy." Igor proclaims as the people in the room seem to give him judgmental looks.

"Augustus rookwood? Of the department of mysteries?" Crouch asks as Igor nods.

I glance over to see Rita writing in her book as I snicker.

"Yeah! Yeah... the same. He passed information to you-know-who from inside the ministry itself!" Igor explains as he grins slightly.

"Very well. Council will deliberate. In the meantime, you will be returned to Azkaban." Crouch responds as he goes to turn away.

"No!" Igor's voice yells as It echos throughout the hall. "Wait! Wait, please!! Please, I have more!"

"What about snape? Severus snape?" Igor yells as crouch sighs, glaring at the man annoyed.

"The council is very much aware, Ive given evidence on this matter. Severus snape was indeed a death eater and, prior to lord Voldemorts downfall, turned spy for us at great personal risk." Dumbledore explains as he stands up.

"It's a lie!!!" Igor snaps at the man as dumbledore pays no mind.

"Today, he is no more a death eater than I am." Dumbledore proclaims before sitting down.

"Snape remains faithful to the dark lord!!!" Igor yells as dumbledore simply glances at the man.

"Silence!" Crouch yells as the room goes silent. "Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence, this session is now concluded."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I've heard about one more." Igor explains as crouch raises an eyebrow.

"What's that?" Crouch asks as dumbledore sighs, shaking his head.

"The name." Igor states as dumbledore looks at him.

"Yes?" Crouch asks as Igor glares at him.

"I know for a fact this part took part in the capture and, by means of the cruciatus curse, torture of the auror frank longbottom and his wife!!!" Igor yells as he shakes the cage he's in.

"The name. Give me the wretched name!!" Crouch demands as a younger man (which I recognize as Barty) stands up.

"Barty crouch!" Igor yells as everyone pauses, Barty who was starting to walk away glances at him. Rita gasps as she continues writing down faster.

"Junior." Igor states as Barty glared at the prisoner. Crouch stares in disbelief.

Barty pauses before trying to make a run for it, only to be stopped and hit by a spell moody cast.

The aurors tackle him as he grunts and tries to get away.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men!!" Barty yells as they drag him to face crouch.

"Hello, father." Barty greets with a maniacal grin as crouch looks at him blankly.

"You are no son of mine." Crouch states as Barty scowls at the mine, tryin g to attack him but failing.

The memory fades as I feel myself being launched back and landing onto the stone floors of dumbledores office.

Harry pants as he looks around only to see dumbledore, him and I quickly stand up.

"Curiosity is not a sin, Harry, y/n. But you should exercise caution." Dumbledore says as Harry and I walk towards him and the bowl.

"It's a pensieve. Very useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched. It's allows me to see once more things I've already seen." Dumbledore explains as I glance into the pensieve.

"You see, Harry, y/n, I have searched and searched for something. Some small detail. Something I might have overlooked." Dumbledore explains as he walks over to a glass cabinet, staring at his reflection.

"Something that would explain why these terrible things have happened." Dumbledore explains before he turns towards us. "Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away!"

"It's maddening." Dumbledore says as he sits down.

"Sir mr. Crouch's son... what exactly happened to him?" Harry asks as dumbledore glances at him.

"He was sent to Azkaban. Crouch didn't care so much for him after all, he did so without hesitation after seeing the evidence. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore explains as Harry flinches.

"It's just that... me and y/n had a dream about him." Harry says as dumbledore raises an eyebrow at us.

"It was in the summer, before school." Harry says as dumbledore stands up.

"In the dream, we were in a house. And..." Harry pauses hesitantly as i confound for him.

"Voldiekins was there, though.. he wasn't quite human. Wormtail and Barty were there aswell, wormtail was still acting like a coward." I explain as dumbledore looks at the two of us.

"Have there been others like this dream?" Dumbledore asks as I nod.

"Yes." Harry answers as dumbledore glances at the two of us. "Always the same one."

Dumbledore walks past us and towards the pensieve.

"Professor, these dream... what we see... you don't think it's actually happening, do you?" Harry asks as dumbledore turns towards him with wide eyes.

"I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry, y/n. I think it's best if you simply..." he trails off as he holds his wand to his head, pulling a string out.

"Cast them away."