Harry Potter is not my work. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. It is her world I'm just playing with it
Unexpected Twists
Chapter 1: Prologue
No Pov
There is a moment in every person's life when they just have a bad day. Their luck just isn't there and nothing can stop this string of unfortunate mishaps. Harry Potter had to many of those days. He knew all about moments where it seemed like the universe wanted to perpetually pile on every ounce of luggage it could just to see if you could keep standing.
You could say his bad luck started before he was even born with a prophecy a two-bit hack of a divination teacher happened to give in an interview, not that Harry knew that, yet. It could also be said that it was bad luck that led to a young death eater with too much ambition and not enough common sense ran to a dark lord and told him about less than half of the prophecy. It is even possible that it was only bad luck that said dark lord honed in immediately on Harry as the most likely candidate for the prophecy instead of Neville Longbottom. Did his bad luck end with the deaths of both of his parents? Of course it didn't.
An old man who didn't bother to listen to one of his professors, or spies depending on how you look at it, left him with the worst excuses for relatives ever. His luck randomly looked up like when he ended up on the roof when his cousin and his gang was chasing him, or when all his hair grew back over night after a bad haircut, but it was never good very long. There was always a troll, possessed professor, basilisk, innocent serial killer turned god father or bloated uncle waiting to remind Harry how bad his luck could get.
That's why when Harry's name shot out of the goblet he was surprised, but not overly so it was Halloween, after all, and he was angry, of course, but he was the universes punching bag and always had been. He expected taunts and jeers, especially from the Slytherins, but he never expected his best friend, Ron, to turn his back on him. Ron didn't hesitate to join in the jeering and whispers. It hurt more than everyone else combined, even more than the French champion calling him a little boy, or Hufflepuffs who used to be friendly to him suddenly deciding he wasn't worth their time because he was stealing Cedric's spotlight. The worst part is he didn't blame them, not really, he knows how bad it looks. It was just some really awful luck and it was only going to get worse, probably.
AN: I finally decided to take the plunge and write my own story. This will be my stress relief from grad school so I will try to update every week.