Author's Note: I will be starting school soon, so I won't be updating as often, however, I will continue to update all of my stories whenever I can.

This is a pretty short chapter, but I hope that you enjoy it. Review if you have comments, but no flames.

Chapter 19

Draco didn't answer Crouch. Instead, he ran.

In retrospect, it was a pretty stupid idea to attempt to run from someone that you were going to live with for the next two months or so, but when you're in shock, you don't exactly think logically. Draco didn't get far though, for he found that the door was locked.

"Somehow, I knew that you'd try to escape," said Crouch. "So, I took care to lock the door."

Draco looked at Crouch nervously. The last time he had upset Crouch hadn't been a very pleasant experience.

"I have a few questions for you," Crouch said. "First of all, what did you see?"

Draco didn't answer.

"I can wait here all day for you to answer me," said Crouch in a bored voice. "My schedule isn't terribly busy, but I don't think that you want to be here all day, do you? I shall ask you again: What did you see?"

"I…" Draco stammered. "I saw you."

"'I saw you'," repeated Crouch. "Can you please be a bit more specific?"

"I saw you," said Draco. "At least I sort of saw you. When I was um… in the…"

"The pensieve?" said Crouch. "Yes, this is called a pensieve. It allows me to see memories from my past, and possibly the past of others. Go on."

"When I was in the pensieve," said Draco. "I saw you when you were a teenager, and I saw Mulciber and Avery… and my aunt… and I think I saw my uncles… they were younger too."

"And what exactly were we doing?" asked Crouch.

"You were talking," said Draco.

"Please stop being so vague, or we're never going to get anywhere," groaned Crouch.

"I'm not really sure what was going," said Draco.

Crouch sighed and said, "You can't even describe it at all?"

Draco had a feeling that Crouch would keep questioning him until he gave a satisfactory answer.

"There was a group of Aurors," he said slowly. "They arrested you, my aunt and my uncles."

Crouch walked over to the Pensieve. He stirred its contents with his wand a little and nodded.

"You must have seen something else," said Crouch. "You were looking at my memories for quite a while."

"I saw you and Avery arguing," replied Draco. "And I saw you and Mulciber in Azkaban."

Crouch nodded again. Draco was surprised by how calm he was.

"Pensieves are interesting aren't they?" muttered Crouch.

Draco didn't reply, but Crouch didn't seem to need one. He appeared to be talking more to himself than to Draco.

"They are also very useful," Crouch said after a while, looking up at Draco. "They are especially helpful in these sorts of circumstances. I doubt that you really understand the danger that you are in. You haven't seen the worse that the Order can do. I have. It's all in my memories."

Draco didn't know where Crouch was going with this, but he was listening intently. Crouch muttered, "Alohomora", flicked his wand and unlocked the door.

"Go downstairs and tell your mother that I want you here in a week," said Crouch. "I can take over your training for one day. There's something that I want you to see."

Draco turned to leave, but then he spotted the vials of colored liquid.

"Sir, what's in those vials?" asked Draco.

"Poisons," replied Crouch. "They are very powerful and they are nearly undetectable, unless the person whom you want to poison is a very experienced wizard. These poisons can kill a person is less than five minutes. I always keep some vials, but you wouldn't have any use for them. Now, go tell your mother that I want to see you in a week. I'd advise leaving before I change my mind about transfigurating you into a ferret again."