Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire2005

Harry:
Sirius. How–?

Sirius:
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?

Harry:
No!

Sirius:
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?

Harry:
I don't know.

Sirius:
You didn't hear a name?

Harry:
No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.

Sirius:
And what was that?

Harry:
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?

Sirius:
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.

Harry:
What are you saying?

Sirius:
I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater and no one, not one stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch, heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban.

Harry:
Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?

Sirius:
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.

Harry:
I'm not ready for this, Sirius.

Sirius:
You don't have a choice.

Harry:
Someone's coming.

Sirius:
Keep your friends close, Harry.