harry. i couldn't risk sending edward. it was since the world cup and the ministry's been intercepting more and more owls and she's too easily recognised. we need to talk harry. face to face. meet me in the griffindore common room at one o clock this saturday night and make sure you're alone. p.s.
the bird bites.
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?
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?
you didn't hear a name?
what was that?
yes. it's just a dream. look harry, the deatheaters at the world cup, your name rising from that goblet these are not just coincidences. hogwarts isn't safe any more.
i'm saying the devils are inside the walls. igor karkaroff, he was a deatheater. and no one, no one stops being a deatheater. then there's barty crouch, heart of stone, sent his own son to azkaban.
i haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet harry but whoever did it is no friend to you. people die in this tournament.
you don't have a choice.
keep your friends close harry.