Black's Concerns

Dumbledore gazed at the Dark Mark reflected in the Pensieve and began pacing around the Headmaster's Office. He always felt that there was something he had overlooked.

At that moment, a portrait on the wall of the Headmaster's Office suddenly spoke. "Dumbledore, Sirius would like to visit you tonight. It seems he has something about Harry he wishes to discuss with you."

"I understand. When will Sirius be coming?" Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Now, if you have time," the portrait replied without hesitation.

"Then now it is."

Not long after the portrait departed, green flames suddenly surged up in the fireplace of the Headmaster's Office, and Sirius Black stepped out of it.

"Good evening, Dumbledore. Sorry to disturb you so suddenly." Dressed in formal robes, Black got straight to the point. "But for Harry's safety, I had to come."

"Have a seat. What would you like to drink?"

"Tea." After sitting down, Sirius gathered his thoughts. "Peter did not die in Azkaban Prison. Although I don't know how he managed it, he is definitely still alive, and he escaped. Harry had a nightmare some time ago. He dreamed of Peter and Voldemort. They seemed to be plotting something evil. I believe I mentioned it in a letter to you."

"A dream?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly. He remembered receiving a letter from Sirius that had indeed mentioned this matter.

"Some time ago, we saw the report that Peter had died in Azkaban Prison and suspected that he had faked his death to escape. Then Harry dreamed of Peter again at the World Cup. We suspected it was a prophetic dream, so we sought out Mr. Anderson, who had also gone to watch the World Cup. You know, Mr. Anderson is an expert in the field of prophecy."

"What did he