In Dumbledore's office, he, Fudge, McGonagall, and Moody are arguing about whether the Tournament should go on.
Fudge gets angry at Dumbledore when the older wizard implies that he merely caters to the public whim instead of doing what is right - and then Moody points out Bloom standing in the doorway.
"Um…I can come back later if you all want."
She starts to turn, but Professor Dumbledore says "Oh, not necessary Bloom. The Minister and I are done anyway. I'll be back in a moment. Minister, after you. Bloom, do feel free to have a licorice snack in my absence. But I have to warn you, they're a little sharp."
Bloom smiles as people file out, and waits in the office.
As she floats a snack out of the bowl it turns into a little creature and tries to snap at her.
She drops the creature back in the bowl, now knowing what Dumbledore meant when he said the candies were sharp.
A compartment in the wall suddenly opens, and there's a glowing blue pool of water in it.
Bloom can feel some kind of magic in it, and goes over to get a better look.
Without realizing what she's doing, she puts her head in it.
She's suddenly in a courtroom, and a younger Albus Dumbledore is sitting next to her.
She sees Igor Karakoff, the current headmaster of the Durmstrang school, appealing to the court for release from Azkaban in return for information of Death-Eaters.
He tells them about a spy in the Ministry, and tells them Severus Snape is a Death-Eater.
This shocks Bloom completely still, and she instantly resolves to never leave Harry alone with him or any of his favored students - Draco most of all.
Just as the court is about to be dismissed, Igor tells them Crouch's own son, named after him, is a Death-Eater.
Crouch Jr. tries to run, but Moody hits him with a spell and he's apprehended.
Bloom can see sadness and regret in Crouch's eyes, but she also recognizes his son - he's the kid Voldemort gave the mission to.
Bloom pulls her head out of the pool with a gasp, and finds Dumbledore standing there.
"Curiosity's not a sin, but you should exercise caution. This is a Pensieve, useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee stretched. It allows me to see what small things I've already seen. You see Bloom, I've been searching and searching for something, a reason why all these horrible things keep happening. But every time I get close, it's like the answer slips away from me - it's maddening."
Bloom asks "Sir, Mr. Crouch's son. What happened to him?"
"He was sent to Azkaban. It destroyed Barty to do it, but the evidence was overwhelming. Why do you ask?"
"Harry and I, we keep getting these dreams. I'm sure they're not ordinary dreams, but visions of things that are happening. Voldemort's in this house, but he's not exactly human, and he ordered Crouch's son to go on some mission - he never said what, in the dreams, but Crouch Jr. said he wouldn't fail."
Dumbledore asks "There've been other dreams like this?"
"Sort of. It's always the same dream lately."
"I think it's unwise for you two to linger on these dreams. I think it's best if you just…" he puts his wand to his forehead and draws out a thread of magic that must be another memory and throws it into the Pensieve, "cast them away."
Bloom bites her lip, then heads out the room to tell Harry what she learned.
She hears Igor and Snape's voices from the greenhouse, and pales instantly, remembering what memory-Igor said about Snape: he's still loyal to the Dark Lord.
She hurries on, just as Snape looks up and sees her hair.
That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in the common room alone - and the three of them can't believe their ears.
It's just like when Tom Riddle's diary showed Harry Hagrid being framed for opening the Chamber of Secrets - except they can fit Snape with being a Death-Eater.
What they can't believe is that Dumbledore would trust Snape after that - he certainly seems the type to be working for the Dark Lord.
Hermione points out the fact that Dumbledore trusts him, but Dumbledore also apparently thought Lockhart was who his books portrayed him as.
Snape wasn't fooled for long, but that's about the only thing the four of them agree with him on.
Bloom says "The final trial is tomorrow, and I'm sure it won't be any easier than the last two."
Hermione says "Each was designed to test something different. The dragon, the merpeople taking us, both were very different - but this maze can't simply be a short scavenger hunt. If it isn't an absolute labyrinth in there, there'll be some way of getting you completely mixed up and maybe even killed."
Ron whispers "Bloom, I say you should fly through it. Get that skirt and top on and your wings and just zip right over it until you spot the cup."
Bloom shakes her head and says "No, Ron that's cheating. I didn't cheat to get in, and I won't cheat to get out."
Harry says "Well, if you have to use your powers…"
"I will, but I won't just fly up over a maze to get to the prize before everyone else. I get the feeling not everything will go according to plan - I think there's something wrong with the tournament this year."
They have to agree, it's the very first where there's four champions instead of three for one.
Hermione asks "Wrong how? Aside from the obvious tampering and your forced entrance, what's going to go wrong? I'm not saying your wrong Bloom, but there's reason and then there's just paranoia. Remember Professor Moody?"
Bloom says "I don't know what's going to go wrong, but I just know something's going to go wrong. I can feel it, and it's really annoying."
She's pacing again, like she does whenever she's stressed out about something.
Harry says "You're going to wear a hole in the floor Bloom."
When she doesn't answer, he gets up and stands in front of her so she walks right into him.
She doesn't try to walk back, and Fyra lands on her shoulder as usual.
Bloom sighs, still full of stress and energy but with nothing to take it out on.
Hermione says "Whatever the danger, you're going to need your full strength for tomorrow Bloom. The trial is in the afternoon, nearly at night, but it'll only be harder with less light."
Bloom lets out a near-sob of a laugh, and asks "So?"
Hermione grabs Bloom's wrists and says "So get to bed. Sleep deprivation won't help you whatsoever tomorrow."
AN: Yeah, Bloom's intuition is going on overload - she can tell something's going to go wrong, but she's helpless to stop it. How do you think Crouch Jr. is going to fare with his mission - will he succeed or join Quirrell as a pile of ashes? Read to find out!