The Goblet of Fire//Draco X Reader

19 - Death at Hogwarts

You walk in the woods, now dry after the trial. Hagrid walks with you, as well as Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"So I remember, I remember when I first met you all." Hagrid says, stomping his way around the trees. "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 says, looking up at him as you see Harry trail a bit far away from the group of you.

"Maybe. But we've all got each other, and (Y/N) of course. Soon to be! The youngest! Tri-Wizard champion there's ever been! Hooray!" You shake your head as you walk over to Harry, seeing him ataring at the ground and clutching his head. As you get closer, your scar begins to hurt as well. You look to the ground, and your jaw drops.

Lying there, motionless, is the frail figure of Barty Crouch. His eyes show no light as Harry calls his name.

"Mr.Crouch?"

*Time Skip*

You ented a dark room, clearly belonging to Dumbledore. Harry and Moody walk in next to you, and you see Albus and Fudge having a heated conversation.

"Excuse me gentlemen." Moody says, looking at the two. "It may interest you to know this conversation is no longer private."

"Ah! Harry, (Y/N)! Its been a long time." Fudge says, smiling politely at you.

"We can come back later, professor." Harry says, looking to your headmaster who shakes his pale face.

"Oh not necessary, the minister and I are done. I'll be back in a moment. Minister, after you. Harry, (Y/N), do feel free to indulge in a liquorice snack in my absence, but I have to warn you they're a little bit sharp." Wit that, the older men leave. You and Harry spot the snack bowl nearby, and you reach your hand in to take one. Instead, the wall spins around to reveal a glowing bowl of blue liquid. You stare into the shining water, and your vision goes black.

Slowly, you regain sight, but you arent in the same place as before.  You find yourself in a courtroom, with Harry at one side of you and Dumbledore on the other sitting. Although, everyone recognizable looks a bit younger.

"Professor?" Harry asks, looking at the shorter bearded Albus. A random man walks up, speaking to Albus.

"Professor." He greets, sticking his hand out. You flinch, thinking he is going to hit you and Harry. Instead, his hand he is straight through you both and comnects with Dumbledores. They shake, and retract their hands from your abdomens.

"Okay, so, we aren't actually here." You say, looking at Harry. He nods, and a sudden whirring noise catches your attention. You look to the center of the room, being it is circular with proper bleachers on all sides, and see a hole in the ground. Slowly, a cylindrical cage rises from it, holding a familiar man.

"Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this counsel. Should your testimony prove consequential the counsel may be prepared to order your immediate release. Until such time you remain in the eyes of the ministry a convicted deatheater. Do you accept
these terms?" Igor, clearly from the past as everyone else in this room is, shakes his flithy head at the properly dressed -and still alive- Bartimus Crouch as he speaks from his desk. He is clearly in charge of the cousel.

"I do, sir." Igor says, clutching the bars that restrain him.

"What do you wish to present?"

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

"Mister Rosier is dead."

"Dead?" Igor asks, not having received the information as he was in Azkaban. You turn, hearing young Alastor Moody speaking to Dunbledore.