Dear Remus,
Harry was not at all happy to see me, the little worry-wart. Still, I've got loads of information for you. I got Harry to tell me all that happened at the World Cup, and I think someone nicked his wand up in the Top Box. It had to be a wizard who conjured that Dark Mark, and the kids say Lucius Malfoy was right behind him. That's one possibility, and there's also Ludo Bagman. Harry says he keeps trying to help him with the tournament, which is suspicious to say the least.
I filled the kids in on the whole sordid tale of the rise and fall of Barty Crouch, Sr. If we're right, and Voldemort is staging a comeback, they ought to know what things were like back then. I asked more about Crouch's snooping in Snape's office, but they don't know anymore than they did to begin with. Why would he sneak around in Snape's office, but claim to be too sick to show up for the Tournament? I wouldn't put anything past him, but it sure doesn't make sense. Tell you what, if I hadn't seen Junior buried with my very own eyes, I'd almost wonder . . . but nah, that's ridiculous, isn't it? At any rate, Ron's going to owl his brother and try to find out what's up.
I reminded Harry to be careful and to stick close to Hogwarts, but he just bitched at me, idiot boy. Can't he see it's for his own good to "follow orders?" These two tasks have made him think he's invincible! Anyway, I've given the kids a new name to call me since Snape knows my old school name. I guess from now on, you can just call me . . .
Snuffles