Harry knocked on Hagrid's door, until he opened it, and took off his cloak. "Hagrid, what is that you need to show me?" Harry asked. He then noticed that Hagrid smelled clean, and that he had a flower in his jacket pocket. "Hagrid, why are you dressed like that? And did you comb your hair?" Hagrid patted the flower, and the only thing he said was "It doesn' ma'er. Jus' 'ollow me." Harry followed Hagrid deep into the Forbidden Forest. It seemed like hours passed, but it was really only twenty minutes.
Hagrid told Harry "put the cloa' on." Harry did so, and no sooner than he did, Madam Maxime showed up. "Bonjour Hagrid," she said in her french accent "I thought you might've forgotten me." Hagrid replied all suave-like "Bonsoir, Olympe. I'd neve' forge' you." Harry almost vomited in his mouth at what he was hearing. "Where are they Hagrid?" Madam Maxime asked. Then a bright orange flame came out of nowhere. "Is that them?" Madam Maxime asked. Harry took his out from under the cloak, and said "Dragons! That's the first task?"
Hagrid nodded, and said "Ron's brother Charlie brough' 'em over from Romania. They 'ad ter get an extra fer you 'Arry. I've got to admi' though, tha' Horntail's a right piece of work." Harry went back to the Gryffindor Common Room, so Hagrid and Madam Maxime could be alone, but on the third floor, he saw someone he'd never thought he'd see until break. "Sirius, what are you doing here?" Sirius turned around to Harry, walked up to him, and held both of his shoulders "I'm trying to help get you out of this tournament. People die in these tournaments, Harry, and whoever put your name in the goblet is no friend to you. Now, since you're here, let's go pay the Headmaster a visit."
They went to the gargoyle at the entrance of the Headmaster's office. "Acid pops." Sirius told the gargoyle, and the gargoyle hopped to the side, and let them go up. Sirius barged into the office, not even bothering knocking. He went up to Dumbledore's desk, and slammed his hands on them "Why the bloody hell haven't you even tried getting my godson out of this godforsaken tournament?! You know as well as I do that he could die in it! Is that what you want, huh?! If he doesn't get taken out of this tournament, there will be hell to pay! I don't care if I get chucked into Azkaban again for it, but I will not let the only family I have left die, just because you let old Barty Crouch decide that Harry has to participate in this bloody tournament!"
Harry was shocked by what Sirius said about him being the only family he had left, and Sirius was seething by the time he was finished yelling at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore calmly looked Sirius in the eye and said "Sirius it is out of my hands, but I promise you that I won't let anything awful happen to Harry. And no, I don't want Harry dead. Nobody wants that, and if I could take him out of the tournament, I would. Now calm down." It took Sirius a long while to calm down, but eventually he did. "At least allow me to stay here, the day before and the day of the task he has to do." Dumbledore nodded, then said "I can do that, and the first task is in two weeks, we'll see you then Sirius.
Sirius turned around, and hugged Harry hoping it wasn't the last time he did so. "Here," Sirius said to Harry while handing him a wrapped present "if you ever need me, use that. Either that or write me." Harry nodded, as he watched Sirius take some Floo Powder, and yell "Grimmauld Place!" Harry watched his godfather disappear in a blaze of green fire. "Professor," Harry started out asking Dumbledore "Is the tournament really going to be that dangerous?" He saw that Dumbledore simply nodded his head, then left the office, and went back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
As expected, Ron was already up in bed, but Hermione was still in the Common Room waiting for Harry. "Hermione I need your help." he told her. She looked up, and asked "what for?" He told her about how he found out about the dragons, and she looked terrified. "Dragons?! What on earth do they need dragons for in this tournament?" Harry replied "I don't know, but I need your help practicing Summoning and Banishing Charms. I have two weeks until the first task, and I have a feeling I'll need them." Hermione said "alright, but we'll need a classroom. I'll see if Professor McGonagall let's us use hers."
Harry thanked her, and bid her goodnight, then went up to the dormitories to go to sleep. HE went in there, and noticed something was lying on his bed. He changed into his pajamas, closed the hangings around his bed, picked up the package, and said "Lumos." It was a letter from Professor Dumbledore. He opened it and it read:
Dear Triwizard Champion,
This letter is to let you know about the weighing of the wands, which will happen next Saturday, at five o'clock in the evening. Hoping that you are well, and that you prevail over the tasks which lie ahead.
From,
Professor Dumbledore
Harry thought to himself "What is the weighing of the wands? Oh well, guess I'll find out next Saturday." He took off his glasses, and placed them on his bedside cabinet, along with the letter, and fell asleep. When he fell asleep though, he was having the same nightmare that he been having, ever since he came back to Hogwarts. He revisiting the graveyard, kept walking into the old house, kept going up the stairs, kept seeing a weakened Voldemort and his mysterious servant, and kept getting killed by the weakened Voldemort. He was sick of the nightmare, but it wouldn't go away, and it was like this for the next six days. Each day that came he hoped he wouldn't have the same nightmare that night.