And here's Chapter Eighteen! :)

Night had fallen the next day and Harry, Melisa, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid were walking through the forest. Ron and Hermione walked next to Hagrid and Harry and Melissa walked next to each other a few feet away. They were talking excitedly about the second task.

"So I remember," Hagrid began. "I remember when I first met you all. Biggest bunch of misfits I've ever set eyes on. Always reminded me of myself a little. And here we all are, four years later."

"We're still misfits," Ron said with a chuckle.

"Maybe," Hagrid said. "But we've all got each other, and Harry and Melissa of course. It'll be one of them that will take home the Triwizard Cup! Hooray!"

A small smile appeared on Melissa's face when she heard her friends cheering for her and her brother. Just then Harry tapped Melissa on her shoulder and she turned to him.

"What," Melissa asked.

"Look," Harry said as he pointed to a hat laying on the ground.

Melissa looked at the hat with a confused expression on her face. The two continued walking but they suddenly winced in pain. They rubbed their burning scars as they walked. Then they saw the last thing that they expected to see on the ground. They saw the figure of Barty Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch," Harry asked as he looked at the unconscious form.

Harry and Melissa went up to Dumbledore's office as soon as they could. They stopped outside his door when they heard voices inside.

"A man has died here and he won't be the last," Dumbledore said in an angry voice. "You must take action."

"I will not," Fudge said. "In times like these the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength Dumbledore."

"Then for once show them some," Dumbledore told Fudge.

"The Triwizard Tournament will not be canceled," Fudge said in a firm voice. "I will not be seen as a coward."

"But surely that is what's right," Dumbledore told him. "No matter what others think."

"What did you say," Fudge asked Dumbledore in an angry voice. "What did you say to me?"

"Excuse me gentlemen," Mad-Eye interuptted. "It may interest you to know that this conversation is no longer private."

Mad-Eye pointed his wand towards the door to Dumbledore's office and it swung open making Harry and Melissa jump backwards in shock.

"Harry! Melissa," Fudge said with a smile on his face. "So good to see the two of you again."

"We can come back later Professor," Harry said.

"Oh that won't be necessary," Dumbledore told them. "The minister and I are done. I'll be back in a moment. Minister, after you," Dumbledore said as he handed Fudge his hat. Fudge took his hat from Dumbledore and he left the office. "Oh and you two are welcome to enjoy a liquorice snack in my absence," Dumbledore said as he pointed to a small golden bowl on a stand. "But I have to warn you they're a little bit sharp," Dumbledore said as he took a piece out of the bowl before leaving with Mad-Eye Moody.

Once Mad-Eye stepped outside the office he pointed his wand at the door and it shut by himself leaving Harry and Melissa alone in the room. Melissa smiles when she sees Dumbledore's pet Phoenix Fawkes. She walked over to him and it looked down at her from its perch. Melissa was about to reach up and pet the Phoenix when she heard Harry yelp in pain. She spun around to see what happened and she saw tiny black objects attacking him.

"Harry," Melissa said as she ran over to her brother. "What happened?"

"I went to get a piece of candy and they started attacking me," Harry explained as the candy scurried underneath a table.

"Remind me never to try those things," Melissa said with a chuckle.

Just then the sound of a compartment opening up filled the room. The twins spun around they saw a large stone basin. They glanced at each other with confused expressions on their faces before walking forward to examine it. When they looked inside they saw a blue colored liquid with little streaks of white mist floating around in it. Melissa took out her wand and she swirled it around in the strange liquid. An image of a place that the twins didn't recognize appeared in the liquid and the next thing they knew, they were falling into the basin. They landed in some bleachers with a hard thud.

"What just happened," Melissa asked her brother with a terrified look on her face.

"I don't know," Harry said as he looked around the room.

The first person he noticed in the room was a younger looking Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor," Harry asked.

"Professor," a man seated on the other side of Melissa said. Dumbledore turned to him and held out his hand. The man reached his hand through Melissa and Harry to shake Dumbledore's.

"What's going on," Melissa asked.

"I'm not sure," Harry told her.

Just then a cage rises in the center of the room. Igor Karkaroff is chained in the cage.

"Igor Karkaroff," Barty Crouch said. "You have been brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this counsel. Should your testimony prove consequential, counsel 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 except these terms?"

"I do sir," Karkaroff said.

"What do you wish to present," Barty asked.

"I have names sir," Karkaroff told him. "There was a Rosier, Evan Rosier."

"Mr. Rosier is dead," Barty told him.

"Dead," Karkaroff asked with a shocked expression on his face.

"Yeah took a piece of me with him," Mad-Eye said to Dumbledore as he pointed to his magical eye.

"I didn't know," Karkaroff said.

"If that is all the witness has to offer," Barty started to say but Karkaroff cut him off.

"No! No," Karkaroff pleaded. "There was Rockwood, he was a spy."

"Augustus Rockwood," Barty asked. "Of the department of mysteries?"

"Ya, ya the same," Karkaroff said. "He passed information to You Know Who from inside the ministry itself."

"Very well," Barty said. "Counsel will deliberate. In the meantime you will be returned to Azkaban."

"No! Wait! Please," Karkaroff begged. "I have more. Snape, Severus Snape."

"The counsel is very much aware you have given evidence on this matter," Dumbledore said as he got to his feet. "Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater and prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy for us at great personal risk. Today he is no more a Death Eater than I am."

"It's a lie," Karkaroff said. "Severus Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord."

"Silence," Barty said as he repeatedly hit his gavel on the desk. "Unless the witness possesses any name of genuine consequence this session is now concluded."

"Oh no no no no no," Karkaroff said. "I heard about one more."

"What's that," Barty asked.

"The name," Karkaroff said.

"Yes," Barty asked.

"I know for a fact that this person took part in the capture, and by means of the Cruciatus Curse, torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and," Karkaroff started to say but Barty cut him off.

"The name," Barty said in an angry voice. "Give me the wretched name!"

As Barty said this a man slowly got to his feet.

"Barty Crouch," Karkaroff said. Everyone in the room gasped. "Junior," Karkaroff finished.

Harry and Melissa turned towards the man who had got to his feet and they saw him start to run off. Mad-Eye Moody pulled his wand out and shot a spell at him. The spell hit Barty Crouch Jr. and it knocked him off his feet. Guards rushed over to the man and lifted him to his feet. They pulled him over to Fudge and his son spoke.

"Hello father," Barty Crouch Jr. said.

"You are no son of mine," Barty said with a hurt look on his face as the guards took him away.

Just then Harry and Melissa are pulled from the basin and they land back in Dumbledore's office. They get to their feet and they see Dumbledore standing next to the basin.

"Curiosity is not a sin," Dumbledore told them. "But you should exercise extreme caution. It's a pensieve, useful if like me you find your mind a wee bit stretched. It allows me to see small things I've already seen," Dumbledore then walked away from them and spoke with his back turned. "You see I've searched and searched for something, some small detail. Something I might have overlooked, something that would explain why these terrible things have happened," Dumbledore then turned to the twins and continued. "Every time I get close to an answer it slips away. It's maddening," Dumbledore said as he sat down on the stairs.

"Sir," Harry said when he was sure that Dumbledore had finished. "Mr. Crouch's son, what happened to him?"

"He was sent to Azkaban," Dumbledore told them. "Destroyed Barty Crouch to do it. But he had no choice, the evidence was overwhelming. Why do you ask?"

"It's just that I had a dream about him," Harry told Dumbledore. "It was in the summer, before school," Dumbledore got to his feet and walked over to the twins. "In the dream I was in a house," Harry continued. "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," Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Harry said. "Always the same one."

"And what about you," Dumbledore asked Melissa. "Have you been having dreams like the one your brother had?"

"Yes actually," Melissa admitted. "Just once though. It happened a couple months ago. I haven't really had another one."

"Sir," Harry said to Dumbledore. "These dreams, what we see. You don't think it's actually happening do you?"

Dumbledore walked over to the pensieve and he stared into the blue liquid.

"I think it's unwise for you two to linger over these dreams," Dumbledore told them. I think it's best that you two simply," Dumbledore said as he pointed the tip of his wand to his temple and he pulled out a white misty substance and he threw it into the basin. "Cast them away."