I don't have much time, Harry, so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?
No!
Shh… I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort. But who was the third man in the room?
I don't know.
You didn't hear a name?
No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.
And what was that?
He wanted… me. I don't know why, but he was gonna use this man to get to me. But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?
Yes. It's just a dream. Look, Harry. The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that goblet, these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
What are you saying?
I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater and no one, no one stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch, heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban.
Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?
I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament.
I'm not ready for this, Sirius.
You don't have a choice.
Someone's coming.
Keep your friends close, Harry.
