A part of Sirius wondered if Harry would be able to talk to him like this. They had
only had a short chance to be with one another face-to-face before he had needed to
disappear once again. Harry was good about writing, though it was clear he worried about
being a burden to anyone. Sirius worried that there would be too many obstacles between
them and that as soon as he had asked how the boy was doing, Harry would shut right up.
He was wrong.
"Sirius, I'm horrible! No one believes that I didn't enter this bloody tournament,
never mind that it's supposed to be impossible. Dumbledore put an age line around the
Goblet of Fire, not even Fred and George could trick it, and they know twice as many spells
as I do! Ron's been a complete tosser, and Malfoy's gone around and made up all these
buttons that say 'Potter Stinks' on them, the prat! I'm to go up against Cedric Diggory—
who's actually a nice bloke—and this snobby girl from France, and Viktor Krum! Krum!
He's a famous Seeker, Sirius! And his headmaster, Karkaroff, blamed Dumbledore and
then threatened to leave, but Snape said it was all my fault. Then this crazy lady from
the Daily Prophet interviewed me and lied throughout the entire article, making me seem
like some crying baby, and Hermione's the only person to stick by me, but really that's to
be expected; she's always been there by my side. But not even she can help me in this bloody
contest, and now Hagrid's just shown me what's coming in the first task, and it's dragons!
Dragons! Sirius, I'm a goner!"
Sirius stared wide-eyed at Harry, who was now catching his breath.
"Fucking hell." He sighed as he tried to think up any spells, hexes, charms, or curses
that could be used against a bloody dragon.
November 24th, 1994Dear Sirius,
I did it! I can't believe I did it, but I made it out alive. Tied for first
place with Krum as well! Hermione stayed up all night helping me learn a
Summoning Charm and right in the middle of the first task I summoned my