Hi! Ok, so I'm going to do this for now, unless it turns out that someone can tell me how to make real authors notes. Who knows, maybe this is the way. Don't judge me, I'm new to this.

Anyways, this is my first story, so please take the few seconds to review. Tell me how to improve, how to make author's notes, etc. etc. I've always been a big fan of FanFic AND Harry Potter.


Silence Shouting

Silence Whispering

Silence Eternal


Harry Potter stood in Dumbledore's office, waiting for him to return, when the Penseive's closet door opened yet again, revealing the stone basin Harry had seen only once before, and then only for a few moments. Harry crept forward, suddenly nervous. In the Penseive was even more of Dumbledore's memories. Harry leaned in closer and soon found himself falling into a room he'd only seen once before, when seeing Dumbledore's memory of Karkaroff's trial. A huge crowd was gathered, all looking at the four chained chairs in the center of the room. They held a thickset man staring blankly and emotionlessly up at Bartemis Crouch, a thinner and more nervous-looking man, a woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, and a boy in his late teens, nothing more than petrified.

Crouch stood up, looking down at the 4 in front of him hatefully. "You have been brought here before the Council of Magical Law so that we may pass judgment on you, for a crime so heinous—"

"Father," the boy cried, "Father… please…"

"—that we have rarely heard the like of it within this court. We have heard the evidence against you. The 4 of you stand accused of capturing an Auror—Frank Longbottom—and subjecting him to the Cruciatus Curse as well as his wife, believing him to have knowledge of where Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was—"

"Father, I didn't!" the boy shrieked.

"—You were planning to finish He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's work."

"Mother! Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!"

However, Mr. Crouch pressed forwords, demanding a jury vote. Every hand rose up, up and against the four prisoners, condemning them to their fate. Suddenly, randomly, the woman started screaming. "No! Please! Let me see him! Please let me see him one last time! Lock me up, I don't care, just let me see Harry!"

And Dumbledore finally arrived, telling Harry in a rather annoyed tone that enough was enough, and they left the Pensieve.