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Chapter 13: The Pensieve: Karkaroff's Trial

"So who exactly is this Barty Crouch Junior guy?" asked Albus as soon as they had walked into the Headmaster's office.

"Wait, get settled a bit first. Dean and Fay should be coming anytime now. Now let me tell you, it's not easy planning an answer session. Do you know how hard it was to convince them to let us have a break?" started Harry.

"At least until Kingsley stepped in. Then things got better. It does help a lot having a fair Minister of Magic," he finished.

"So, let's get started now. Too bad Hermione's still stuck in the hospital wing. Well, you know about Mad-Eye Moody right? Alastor Moody. We told you a bit about him. Of course we couldn't say anything about Crouch Junior locking him up in his own magical trunk for nine months in our 4th year though. That would totally say something about him," explained Ron sarcastically.

"Oh no, this is just the beginning. Think about it, when we told you about the Triwizard Tournament, weren't there always some things that made no sense? Like there were some blanks. Like we weren't telling you something? Like something was missing from it? Here it is," continued Harry.

"Bartemius Crouch Junior was the son of Bartemius Crouch Senior, who before his son was imprisoned in Azkaban, was Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, most likely to become Minister. But after his son was put in Azkaban, he lost his extremely high status. Not that he didn't have a high status anymore, but he wasn't good enough for Minister of Magic and went down to Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation," explained Neville, who none of the kids noticed before, standing in a corner.

"Maybe this will help," smiled Dumbledore's portrait.

Harry got up from his seat and slid open a mysterious-looking door that opened to a huge cauldron-like container. Inside the tiny room, there was a cabinet which Harry opened. Inside the cabinet were countless vials that had writing on them in tiny little cursive. Harry spun through them before stopping and reaching in his hand to pick up one of the vials. He pulled out the cauldron-thingy and put it on the desk before explaining what exactly they were supposed to do.

"Well, come on. Just put your head into the Pensieve," said Harry nonchalantly.

The kids looked at him like he was crazy. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what now?" asked Rose.

"Just put your head in Rosie. I didn't think my directions were so complicated," explained Harry with a grin on his face. Albus didn't know what it was, but his father was definitely enjoying this.

"Okaaaayyy," said Albus suspiciously. The four got in a line and Albus (who was first) walked over to the Pensieve and put his head into it nervously.

Immediately, he felt like he was being pulled down into a hole. Suddenly, he found himself watching a court trial. There were two Dementors guarding the doors. Albus oddly wasn't affected at all by them. There was a jury too; Dumbledore was there, along with many others too. And there were a few people at the main table. The judge had a mustache and small beard and looked very strict. Not a judge that any normal person would want to have trial them. Nothing was moving though. It was a still image.

Then, he saw Rose appear next to him, then Merope, then Scorpius, then Harry, then Neville. They watched as the court scene started.

"Igor Karkaroff," the judge said in a curt voice. "You have been brought from Azkaban to present evidence to the Ministry of Magic. You have given us to understand that you have important information for us.

The man being trialed, Igor Karkaroff, straightened himself as best he could, tightly bound to the chair.

"I have, sir," he said, and although his voice was very scared, Albus could still hear a note of flattery in it. I wish to be of use to the Ministry. I wish to help. I—I know that the Ministry is trying to—to round up the last of the Dark Lord's supporters. I am eager to assist in any way I can... "

There was a murmur around the benches. Some of the wizards and witches were surveying Karkaroff with interest, others with pronounced mistrust. Then Albus heard, quite distinctly, from Dumbledore's other side, a growling voice saying, "Filth."

Albus leaned forward along with the others to see Mad-Eye Moody.

"Crouch is going to let him out," Moody breathed quietly to Dumbledore. "He's done a deal with them. Took me six months to track him down, and Crouch is going to let him go if he's got enough new names. Let's hear his information, I say, then throw him back to the dementors.

"The judge is Crouch Senior!" whispered Albus to his friends excitedly.

Dumbledore made a small noise of dissent through his long crooked nose.

"Ah, I was forgetting... you don't like the dementors, do you Albus?" said Moody with a sardonic smile.

"No," said Dumbledore calmly, "I'm afraid I don't. I have long felt the Ministry is wrong to ally itself with such creatures."

"But for filth like this," Moody said softly.

"You say you have names for us, Karkaroff," said Mr. Crouch. "Let us hear them please."

"You must understand," said Karkaroff hurriedly, "that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named operated always in the greatest secrecy. ... He preferred that we—I mean to say his supporters—and I regret now, very deeply, that I ever counted myself among them—"

"Get on with it," sneered Moody.

"—we never knew the names of every one of our fellows—He alone knew exactly who we all were—"

"Which was a wise move, wasn't it, as it prevented someone like you, Karkaroff, from turning all of them in," muttered Moody.

"Yet you say you have some names for us?" said Mr. Crouch.

"I—I do," said Karkaroff breathlessly. "And these were important supporters, mark you. People I saw with my own eyes doing his bidding. I give this information as a sign that I fully and totally renounce him, and am filled with a remorse so deep I can barely—"

"These names are?" said Mr. Crouch sharply.

"There was Antonin Dolohov," he said. "I—I saw him torture countless Muggles and—and non-supporters of the Dark Lord."

"And helped him do it," murmured Moody.

"We have already apprehended Dolohov," said Crouch. "He was caught shortly after yourself."

"Indeed?" said Karkaroff, his eyes widening. "I—I am delighted to hear it!"

But he didn't look it. Albus could tell that this news had come as a real blow to him. One of his names was worthless.

"Any others?" said Crouch coldly.

"Why, yes... there was Rosier," said Karkaroff hurriedly. "Evan Rosier."

"Rosier is dead," said Crouch. "He was caught shortly after you were too. He preferred to fight rather than come quietly and was killed in the struggle."

"Took a bit of me with him, though," whispered Moody to Dumbledore, indicating to a large chunk out of his nose.

"No—no more than Rosier deserved!" said Karkaroff, a real note of panic in his voice now. Albus could see that he was starting to worry that none of his information would be of any use to the Ministry. Karkaroff's eyes darted toward the door in the corner, behind which the dementors undoubtedly still stood, waiting.

"Any more?" said Crouch.

"Yes!" said Karkaroff. "There was Travers—he helped murder the McKinnons! Mulciber—he specialized in the Imperius Curse, forced countless people to do horrific things! Rookwood, who was a spy, and passed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named useful information from inside the Ministry itself!"

Albus could tell that, this time, Karkaroff had struck gold. The watching crowd was murmuring together.

"Rookwood?" said Mr. Crouch, nodding to a witch sitting in front of him, who began scribbling upon her piece of parchment. "Augustus Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?"

"The very same," said Karkaroff eagerly. "I believe he used a network of well-placed wizards, both inside the Ministry and out, to collect information—"

"But Travers and Mulciber we have," said Mr. Crouch. "Very well, Karkaroff, if that is all, you will be returned to Azkaban while we decide—"

"Not yet!" cried Karkaroff, looking quite desperate. "Wait! I have more!"

Albus could see him sweating in the torchlight, his white skin contrasting strongly with the black of his hair and beard.

"Snape!" he shouted. "Severus Snape!"

"Snape has been cleared by this council," said Crouch disdainfully. "He has been vouched for by Albus Dumbledore."

"No!" shouted Karkaroff, straining at the chains that bound him to the chair. "I assure you! Severus Snape is a Death Eater!"

Dumbledore had gotten to his feet.

"I have given evidence on this matter," he said calmly. "Severus Snape was a Death Eater. However, he rejoined our side before Lord Voldemort's downfall and turned spy for us, at great personal risk. He is now no more a Death Eater than I am."

Albus turned to look at Mad-Eye Moody. He was wearing a look of deep skepticism behind Dumbledore's back.

"Very well Karkaroff," Crouch said coldly, "you have been of assistance. I shall review your case. You will return to Azkaban in the meantime… "

Mr. Crouch's voice faded as everything started fading before swirling in total darkness.

Albus found his companions disappearing before feeling himself being taken back to the office. He closed his eyes to avoid getting anything in them, even though he thought that was just his imagination.

"That wasn't much important to Crouch Junior, but I wanted you to know more about Karkaroff's situation. As you can obviously see, Crouch Senior wasn't a big fan of Karkaroff; he absolutely had no tolerance for Dark wizards, including Death Eaters. But Crouch Junior hated Karkaroff, possibly more than his father. He claims that there's nothing he hates more than Death Eaters that walked free. That also would include Karkaroff, who didn't just walk free, but ratted out his fellows," explained Harry.

"There is a memory that will give you everything, but that will come after this one," added Ron.

Before that could happen though, Dean and Fay walked in along with Hermione.

"Aunt Hermione!" cried Albus as Rose cried, "Mum!"

Hermione smiled warmly and walked over before hugging them, who gladly obliged.

Harry then picked out another glass vial before tipping the substance into the Pensieve.

Harry spoke, "Now, let's see Crouch Junior's trial along with Bellatrix, Rabastan, and Rodolphus Lestrange."

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