It was now night, four pairs of feet treading the dry grass above the Forbidden Forest grounds. The three, Cassie, Hermione, Ron and Hagrid seemed to be walking side by side. Except for Harry who looked aloof walking in front.

  Hagrid chatted with the three teenagers beside him, talking about how happy he was when he met and became close friends with the Golden Trio. Likewise he seemed to praise and encourage Harry because his second task yesterday went smoothly, and was very impressive.

  Harry who walked alone in front looked grateful, smiling kindly. A few steps forward, he was surprised by Mr. Crouch, who was lying behind a tree. Looked in poor condition at that time, surrounded by flies as if he had become a carcass.

  Harry was surprised when he saw that, he suddenly frowned as he said, "Mr. Crouch?!" As soon as he saw that grisly scene, he felt the lightning wound on his forehead hurt.

So after yesterday's incident, Harry decided to approach Professor Dumbledore in his office at night. Before he opened the door of the room, he heard the conversation of several men from inside the room.

"Someone died here once, Fudge." Said the Professor, in a high tone. "He won't be the last. You have to take action."

"Won't." Answered one man known as Fudge. "At times like these, wizards rely on the strength of their leaders, Dumbledore!"

"Well then, for now," Harry walked closer to Dumbledore's door. "...Let's show them!" exclaimed Dumbledore.

"The Triwizard Tournament will not be cancelled. I can't look like a coward!"

"A true leader does the right thing," Professor Dumbledore, sitting in his chair with his hands clasped together. "..no matter what other people think."

"Excuse me, gentlemen!" Interrupted Moody, who had been silent. "It seems our conversation may no longer be a secret." He then pointed to the closed door.

As if Moody knew Harry had been waiting. Harry raised his hand in the air, and knocked on the door several times.

The door opened and Harry saw that there were actually three men there. "Harry! Harry, we meet again at last!" Exclaimed a man looking radiant.

Harry felt bad so he spoke, "Uh.. I can come back later, Professor."

"No need, Harry." Dumbledore's response raised his palm forward. "Mr. Minister and I are done. Mr. Minister, please."

Dumbledore was followed by the Minister as well as Moody seemed to be getting down from Dumbledore's chair area. Dumbledore occasionally offered Harry a sweet Root Liquor Snap, he then exited leaving Harry alone inside.

Feeling that no one was around, Harry decided to take the tadpole-shaped food. But when he just saw it, there was not a single feeling of desire in his tongue.

Then suddenly, he felt something open,then emitted a light from behind him. Harry turned slowly backwards.

And apparently sure enough, something like a cupboard opened slowly, then from inside it looked like a sink without a faucet and the cauldron had water sparkling brightly. And looks like an opaque mirror divided into four above it.

Harry frowned at the sight of something he had never seen before, he walked slowly...and slowly approached it. He paid close attention to the mysterious object that seemed to be a secret. Curious, he then raised his wand and aired it over the pool of sparkling blue water.

A moment later, it felt as if he had stepped into that abyss of water. After entering into the sparkling water, not only his face but his whole body.

Getting into it, it looked like Harry was screaming because he seemed to have fallen from a very, very high height.

"AAAHH!!!!!"

Not long after, he fell down sitting on a long chair with many people around him. The young man with the round glasses looked around in confusion, the whole area was covered with black gold walls, the ceilings were indeed high, and the surrounding lights were dark warm yellow.

Harry noticed that sitting next to him was Professor Dumbledore without his square glasses. "Professor!" Call him in confused.

Dumbledore turned, but his eyes did not meet Harry but instead he stabbed Harry's body with his hand.

"Welcome, Professor."

"Yes, thank you." The Professor answered someone by shaking his hand, with his hand going through Harry's body.

Still with confusion, Harry looked back up. Where there appears to be a small, narrow, tube-shaped cage in the middle of everyone sitting in a circle on their own chairs.

Someone appeared from below, then carried inside the cage with blades around it. His hands were handcuffed, and his appearance was pitiful.

"Igor Karkaroff. You were brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this Council." replied Mr. Bartemius Crouch who looks younger.

"..If your testimony proves to be material, the Council may order your immediate release." he continued. "Until then the Council considers you a Death Eater. Do you accept these terms?"

Harry who was confused kept his eyes on the contents of the world, he was really watching it carefully.

"Yes, sir.." Karkaroff answered inside the cage, weakly.

"Then, what do you want to say?"

"I have several names, sir.." He then said hopefully. "There's Rosier. Evan Rosier."

Barty then seemed to check the document papers from his aide. "Rosier is dead."

"He took part of my body with him!" whispered Moody behind Harry to Dumbledore, pointing to his missing eye.

Avoiding mistakes from the Minister, Karkaroff appears to mention someone's name several times so that he can be released immediately from the death prison, Azkaban. He gave several names with no pretense, just for example, Severus Snape.

Hearing that name, Dumbledore seemed to stand up and say that Snape had indeed been a Death Eater, but now everyone was sure that Snape would never again join the Death Eather, darkness and to serve Lord Voldemort.

Hearing Dumbledore's description, Harry seemed a little surprised to hear it.

In the middle of the trial, there were debates between different beliefs. Crouch was about to close the session when Karkaroff stopped him.

"Wait! Wait a minute...I remember I have one more name!!!"

Crouch was lazy with his excuse.
"Oh yeah? Name it!" he snapped.

  Karkaroff seemed to narrow his eyes remembering the name of the person he was about to say. "I remember one... I firmly believe that this person took part in the capture and used the Cruciatus Curse to torture Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife!"

"Longbo'om..???" Harry whispered to himself getting more confused and confused.

"THE NAME. GIVE THAT DAMN NAME!!!!"

"BARTY CROUCH!" Karkaroff shouted. He raised his eyebrows, "Junior.."

Then a young man in formal attire stood up from his seat, looking around with an annoyed look. That's Barty Crouch Junior, Crouch's own son. He seemed to be running to escape, but his attempt was thwarted by Moody who tripped over his leg with magic.

Barty Crouch Jr. those who fell on the pile of paper documents were immediately lifted and arrested by the guards. "Remove your hand, damn boy!"

Barty Crouch Jr. seemed to stop his steps when he was in front of Barty Crouch. With his heat, sticking his tongue out like a lizard, he greeted Barty Crouch.

"Hello, Father." He said smiling crookedly.

Barty Crouch, who was transfixed, was speechless and frozen in place, unable to believe that it was his own child.

"You are not my son..."

Hearing that, Barty Crouch Jr. shouted to vent all the anger that was heating up in his head. The annoyed scream took Harry out of the world that confused him and when he returned to Professor Dumbledore's room, he was bounced in front of the sink without the faucet with the cauldron earlier.

"Curiosity is not a sin, Harry." Dumbledore said standing beside him for a moment, making Harry scream to his feet. "But you have to be careful."

Harry caught his breath, he walked towards the sink earlier. "This is a Pensieve. Very useful when your mind is too full, just like me." Obviously Professor.

Harry looked at the Pensieve he had entered earlier, while his ears were still listening to the Professor's explanation that it allowed someone to see things they had seen before, like going back in time.

"You know what, Harry? I've tried several times to work out the little details of why something this bad could happen!" said Dumbledore with a snort.

"However, every time I get close to the answer, I always lose it!" He then walked over and sat down on the floor in annoyance.

"Sir? Mr. Barty Crouch's son.." Call Harry walking slowly over to the Professor. "What exactly happened to him??"

"He was sent to Azkaban. Barty was devastated for doing it." Dumbledore said, glancing at his pupil. "But there is no choice, the evidence is very strong and overwhelming."

Professor Dumbledore frowned in realization. "Why do you ask??"

"No. It's just...I had a dream about him." Harry's response now made Dumbledore stand up full of questions. "That time, during the summer before school."

Harry then explained about his dream. Starting from him seeing Voldemort who was not in the form of a human (or a monster) then there was Wormtail and a stranger that Harry now knew who now, namely Barty Crouch Jr.

"Do you often dream like this?" asked Dumbledore calmly.

Harry nodded. "Yes. Every time, not the first time." Dumbledore began to sink into his assumptions, he walked back to the Pensieve followed by Harry.

"Professor, this dream⎯ that I've seen so far isn't really going to happen, is it...??" Harry asked nervously.

"I don't think it's a wise decision to dwell on this dream, Harry." Dumbledore replied then seemed to point his wand at his head. "You'd better forget about that dream."

Dumbledore then seemed to pull his wand away from his head, and from there it seemed to unravel a luminous rope which Dumbledore now placed in the Pensieve water pool.