Goblet of the Betrayed

November

AN1: Welcome my friends to the first official chapter of Goblet of the Betrayed. This chapter took about a week to write.

 

AN2: So next chapter will be up hopefully by the end of the school year (I should get out around June 10th maybe?). And as soon a summer roles around, I'll try to update more. Sadly I lied about what will be happening with Lords of Peverell. The first chapter will be uploaded no later than my birthday July 23rd. Though you guys aren't learning how old I am.

 

AN3: So yeah. please enjoy.

 

Goblet of the Betrayed

Chapter 1: November

 

1 November 1994, Tuesday

Boy's Dorm

Hogwarts Castle

 

TP POV

 

When Harry woke the next morning he stayed in bed with his eyes closed. Hoping that everything was a dream. That his name wasn't called. That he still had friends. He hoped that when he opened his eyes, and walked down to the common room, Ron and Hermione would be waiting for him. So they could walk down to the great hall.

He opened his eyes, and pulled the hangings on his bed back. He looked around the room. Taking in the sleeping forms of his dorm mates. Before his eyes finally rested on his bedside clock. The small lit up display read 6:59. Harry shook his head, 6:59? No one besides the teachers would be awake at this hour. And maybe some students hoping to get some work done before classes.

Harry pushed himself up and walked over to the door that separated the bathroom and the dorm. As he entered the bathroom, he noticed that the positions of where peoples toiletries were. His were moved down to the far left, with Ron's at far right. In between starting from Harry's right, were Neville's, Dean's, and Seamus's. He groaned, his hopes about the events of the day before being blown to bits by fifty pounds of high explosives.

He sighed, before preparing for the day. He showered, brushed his teeth, tried (and failed) to comb his hair, and put his robes on. He walked back out, and thought to himself 'Tuesday. Hmmm. Double Charms, Transfiguration, and Divination. I'll just go to Charms and Transfiguration. Divination is fucking useless anyways, unless you're a seer.' With that, he grabbed his Charms and Transfiguration. And left the dorm.

He checked his watch while walking down the spiral staircase that lead to the common room. 7:39 it read. 'Still too early for breakfast. No one will be in the Great Hall till at least 8:00. Maybe I could grab a book or two from the library?' His mind made up Harry walked off towards the library, hoping to maybe find a book detailing the rules of the tournament.

The halls of Hogwarts were quiet in the morning. None of the hectic rushing about of students trying to get to class on time. No prefects trying to calm everyone down. No Filch shouting for the "Bloody behemoths" to stop tracking their dirty footprints allover his clean floors.

There was no sound. Well, besides the quiet taps of Harry's shoes meeting the smooth marble floors as he walked towards the library. Content with the quietness. As he walked, he occasionally heard a bird chirp from the coldness of the fall outdoors. The avian populations of the small strip of land Hogwarts and Hogsmeade were on were obviously making preparations for their migration south to avoid the harsh Scottish winter.