Then it showed Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised and Harry trying to sneak about. Him being spotted and Quirrell binding him with an Incarcerous charm. Quirrell and Voldemort discussing things. And Quirrell unwrapping his turban and turning about.
Back in the arena, and though Harry had warned them to remain silent, there were quite a few horrified gasps coming from the now very attentive audience.
Real-Harry lowered his book and glared about, silencing them all again, before returning to his book.
By then, Memory-'Quirrellmort' had grabbed Harry and stuck him in front of the mirror.
Next came the grappling. Quirrellmort screaming as Harry's hands began to turn him to ash. Harry getting outside his grip before returning and laying his hands on the possessed man again. And Quirrell finally collapsing and dying. Almost immediately afterwards, the wraith of Voldemort rose from the body and charged Harry. And the memory going blank.
Memory-Harry returned to the image and said, "So, as you witnessed, I killed Quirinus Quirrell. Yes, he was possessed. Yes, it was by the shade of Voldemort. And, yes, a possessed person is basically a walking corpse that just hasn't died yet. The moment Quirrell allowed Voldemort to possess him, he was a walking dead man. But, that still does not mean I didn't kill him.
"Now, lets go through those supposed traps that were... hardy-har-har... meant to stop a dark wizard getting their hands on the Philosopher's Stone. The first door was locked by a simple lock able to be opened by a simple first year Alohomora charm. So, any and every student in the school could get past it.
"Then we have Hagrid's part of the sequence; the Cerberus. The Cerberus could be put to sleep by playing music to it. And, wouldn't you know it, Hagrid gifted me a flute the recently previous Christmas. Sound fishy? It did to me.
"Next was the Devil's Snare. Easily bypassed by simply relaxing. That was obviously Pomona Sprout's part. And easy enough to understand how to get past when I discovered our resident Herbology prodigy, Neville Longbottom, was told by Albus Dumbledore to tell Hermione how to not get caught by it. "Then comes the room with the flying keys, with a door that couldn't be unlocked by an Alohomora Charm. This was obviously Flitwick's contribution. And it begs the question: If his door couldn't be opened by an Alohomora charm, why didn't they use that same anti-Alohomora charm on the first door? Hmm?
"Plus, two brooms were also left in the room to assist in me, a prodigy seeker, being able to capture the right key.
"Next; the giant chess set. And, wouldn't you know it, Ronald Weasley is a prodigy in chess.
"Next came the troll. And the three of us already knew how to deal with one of those from when Hermione was nearly squished by one back on Hallowe'en.
"Then came the logic puzzle with the potions. And, Hermione Granger is a prodigy with logic puzzles.
"If you can't figure out that this all seemed highly suspicious you're all even bigger idiots than even Ithought.
"Now, you could say this was all coincidental but, as a famous muggle novelist was quoted as saying, 'Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, but three times is enemy action'. And here we have six such events. What does that say for the happenstance coincidence divide, hmm? No. It's clear this was all a set-up "This next memory occurred three days later. It is the evening before the Hogwarts Express departs Hogsmeade to return students to London and I've only just woken up after being unconscious since the wraith of Voldemort attacked me."
The next memory was of Harry waking up in the Infirmary, Madam Pomfrey telling him how he gave everyone 'such a fright', and Dumbledore walking in a few moments later.
Dumbledore tells Harry he didn't 'really' kill Quirrell, and why. And of what supposedly happened to the Philosopher's Stone. They share a few sweets before Dumbledore leaves and Harry is released.
"Right," said Memory-Harry popping back up. "There I was. I'm eleven years old - almost twelve. I've just killed someone. Dumbledore tells me I shouldn't worry about it because the man was going to die, anyway. I've just killed someone and Poppy Pomfrey, the school healer, has scolded me for frightening everyone.
"Now, I'm going to be blunt. If you don't like the language, too bad. But... are you naffing kidding me?!"
"At the very least, Pomfrey should have been organising for me a mind healer, so I could come to terms with what has happened. And Dumbledore should have been calling in the DMLE. A man has just been killed, for naff's sake!
"I was never interviewed by investigators of the DMLE, as should have happened with the death of someone; I was never handed over to a mind healer. Nothing... except for what happened that night at the Leaving Feast."
Memory-Harry faded away and a memory of Dumbledore standing to make last minute announcements at the Leaving Feast started. It show him about to award the House Cup to the House with the most points, Slytherin. However, he stopped and began to award last minute points. And then the awarding of those points, which led to the House Cup being won by Gryffindor.
The memory faded and Memory-Harry popped back up.
"Did you all get that? Dumbledore award me, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom with the most ridiculous amount of points. Fair enough for what Neville did, but it should still never have been that many points. But he awarded us other three for flat out breaking school rules!
"And he awarded me points - for killing a man!
"I'm sure you can all see there's something mighty fishy going on here."
Amelia Bones leaned forward from where she'd been watching both Harry's pensieve presentation and Dumbledore. She leaned over to Dumbledore and said, "In case you haven't already figured it out for yourself, Albus, you're under arrest. When Mister Potter completes his task and you award suitable points I'm taking you, him, Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey in to the DMLE interrogation rooms for what looks like is going to be a very long chat."
Dumbledore internally sighed but kept his mouth shut. He knew he was in deep enough trouble, as it was.
After letting his last comments sink in for a long moment, Memory-Harry continued. "Now, my first year, as you've just seen, had my life at risk on a number of occasions. First: And what I didn't show you was Quirrell jinxing my broom during the first Quidditch match, and me nearly falling to my death from a hundred feet up in the air. Second: That bloody troll incident. Third: Our staff-mandated night-time excursion into the Forbidden Forest. And fourth: Quirrellmort trying to kill me when we three eleven year olds seemed to be the only ones who could deduce someone was making a play for the Stone that night.
"That's four threats to my life in my first year, alone. And that's ignoring the fact that Dumbledore had hired a Voldemort-possessed teacher stop naffing flinching every time I say his name, you naffing retards! hired Voldemort to teach at Hogwarts for the entire school year. And thereby being a constant threat to me, especially, for all but my last three days at school for that year.