A/N: Okay, here's the next part of the chapter you all demanded. This is just a teaser of sorts until I put up the next chapter. It should be done tom - well, really later today or tomorrow. Hopefully.

I've been having computer problems, so it's taking longer than I thought it would.

Thanks to.......whoever reviewed, I don't have all the names written down and it's two a.m. here - I'm too lazy to look right now.

Oh, and if you have anything that you want to happen in this story, send the ideas to me. I have a few places that need some extra help.

"......" = talking

'.....' = thinking

CH14 PartA: For Every Action There Is An Equal And Opposite Criticism

~"A keyword like 'Voldemort and his servants?'" Everyone flinched at the name, but Fudge nodded. Harry contemplated this. There were a lot of things he wouldn't want shown, the Order of Fire first and foremost on his mind, but....A smile spread across Harry's face. And servants. It would show his third year, with Pettigrew alive....

"Yes, Minister," Harry said. "I think that would work quite nicely."~

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"Are you ready for this?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, Rem."

Hundreds of people were gathered in the Great Hall, waiting in anticipation for the most intriguing event of the 1990s: The Questioning of Harry Potter.

..........Of course, the questionee wasn't all too eager.

"Sure you want to do this?" Ron asked. Remus, Hermione, and him had spent the past quarter hour asking that same question over and over and over.....

Well, you get the picture.

"For the last time, I'm sure," Harry bit out, impatiently. 'I think. Deep breath, this is for the best. Everyone will know Voldemort's back and they'll know most of the intimate details of my life....No! Don't think like that. Think....think....Sirius will be free!'

'Oh, and that's a fair trade-off,' a voice in his head spoke up. It sounded like a cross between Malfoy and Snape - his inner Slytherin. 'What has Sirius ever done for you?'

'He's my godfather,' Harry argued back. 'He cares for me - '

'And look at how he shows it. Instead of taking care of you, he goes off and gets himself thrown in Azkaban for twelve years.'

'That was Pettigrew's fault. And what am I doing? The newspapers are right - I am crazy. Arguing with myself......"

Harry shook his head and watched as the Minister got up to speak to the assembled crowds.

"Thank you all for coming today. Well, we are here to address the concerns about the apparent reappearance of You-Know-Who in a Hogsmeade restaurant."

'Oh please, let him shut up soon.'

'This speech is extremely bad. Did he write it himself?' the voice said sarcastically.

'For once I agree with you.'

"Mr. Potter has kindly conceded to using a Pensieve Projector to provide knowledge on the Dark Lord's rebirth."

'He forgot to mention that it could go horribly wrong and it's possible that they won't see anything or nothing having to do with Voldemort. And even if it does work, there's a chance that they'll see all of your deepest secrets as well - '

'SHUT UP!' Harry mentally screamed.

'Someone is touchy today.'

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Urggg.....and since when do I have a voice in my head anyways?"

'Since you started listening to me.'

"Harry, could you come up here?"

Harry took a deep breath and stepped up to the podium. All the eyes of the room were on him - some admiring, some mistrustful. He looked down at the Projector - a small, round disk that shone a deep silver - and placed his hand on it.

'It's Showtime.'