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And they say I’m mad.

Now, I remember… I remember when I first met you all.

Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on.

Suppose you remind me of meself a little.

And here we all are, four years later.

We’re still a bunch of misfits.

Well, maybe, but we’ve all got each other.

And Harry, of course.

Soon to be the youngest Triwizard champion there’s ever been!

Hooray!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Teach us something, please

Mr. Crouch?

A man has died here, Fudge. And he won’t be the last. You must take action.

I will not.

In times like these, the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength, Dumbledore!

Then for once show them some!

The Triwizard Tournament will not be canceled. I will not be seen as a coward!

A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think.

What did you say to me?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

It may interest you to know this conversation is no longer private.

Oh, Harry!

Harry, how good to see you again.

I can come back later, professor.

Not necessary, Harry. The minister and I are done. I’ll be back in a moment.

Minister, after you, There you are.

Your hat.

Oh, Harry, do feel free to indulge in a little Licorice Snap in my absence.

But I have to warn you, they’re a wee bit sharp.

Professor?

Professor.

Yeah.

Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request…

…to present evidence to this council.

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?

I do, sir.

And what do you wish to present?

I have names, sir.

There was Rosier, Evan Rosier.

Rosier is dead.

He took a piece of me with him…

…though, didn’t he? - I didn’t know.

If that is all the witness has to offer…

No, no, no.

There was Rookwood! He was a spy.

Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?

Yeah, the same.

He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.

Very well. Council will deliberate.

In the meantime, you will return to Azkaban.

No! Wait, please! Please, I have more! What about Snape? Severus Snape?

As the council is aware, I’ve given evidence on this matter.

Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater and, prior to Lord Voldemort’s downfall…

…turned spy for us at great personal risk. - It’s a lie!

Today he’s no more a Death Eater than I.

Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!

Silence!

Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence…

…this session is now concluded.

Oh, no, no, no.

I’ve heard about one more.

What’s that?

The name.

Yes?

I know for a fact…

…this person took part in the capture…

…and, by means of the Cruciatus Curse…

…torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife!

The name. Give me the wretched name!

Barty Crouch…

…Junior.

Hold him down!

Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men!

Hello, Father.

You are no son of mine.

Curiosity is not a sin, Harry. But you should exercise caution.

It’s a Pensieve.

Very useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched.

It allows me to see once more things I’ve already seen.

You see, Harry, I have searched and searched for something…

…some small detail…

…something I might have overlooked…

…something that would explain why these terrible things have happened.

Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away.

It’s maddening.

Sir? Mr. Crouch’s son.

What exactly happened to him?

He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it.

But he had no choice. The evidence was overwhelming.

Why do you ask?

It’s just that I…

I had a dream about him.

It was in the summer, before school.

In the dream, I was in a house.

And Voldemort was there, only he wasn ‘t quite human.

And Wormtail was there too. And Mr. Crouch ‘s son.

Have there been others like this dream?

Yes, Always the same one.

Sir, these dreams…

…what I see, you don’t think it’s actually happening, do you?

I think it’s unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry.

I think it’s best if you simply…

…cast them away.

It’s a sign, Severus. You know what it means as well as I.

Potter!

What’s your hurry?

Congratulations, your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring.

Gillyweed, am I correct?

Yes, sir.

Ingenious.

A rather rare herb, gillyweed.

Not something found in your everyday garden.

Nor is this.

Know what it is?

Bubble juice, sir?

Veritaserum.

Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets.

The use of it on a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However…

…should you ever steal from my personal stores again…

…my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.

I haven’t stolen anything.

Don’t lie to me.

Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies?

You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me…

…I’m going to find out why!