Early November

Remus,
It's bad, mate, and I fear it's going to get much worse. I just got an owl from Harry, and someone's managed to enter his name in the tournament. He got picked as a fourth champion.

Merlin, Remus, he's just a boy! How could something like this have happened right under both Dumbledore's and Mad-Eye's noses? I'm terrified for him, Moony. He's magically bound to compete now, and it must have something to do with Voldemort. When I get my hands on Peter, I swear I'm going to kill him, with my bare hands if I have to. I know he's behind this. I just know it.

I'm writing this from Dover, but I won't be here by the time you get this, of course. I think someone recognized me yesterday, so I don't dare take a direct route to get to Bristol. I'll have to move slowly. It's hard to keep both myself and a hippogriff hidden from sight. Please be patient with me. I'll get there one way or another, I promise you that.

I'm so tired, Remus. When will all this end? I'm tired of running and tired of being scared all the time. Everything is just so dark and crowding in on me, and I can't see the way through. Somehow, I haven't any confidence that the truth will ever come out. My greatest fear is that I'll be in hiding for the rest of my life, and I'd rather die than live like this a moment longer.

Sirius