Goblet of the Betrayed

Harry

"HARRY POTTER!?"

Just fucking great. Harry Potter felt like he had been slapped in the face. Professor Dumbledore had just called his name. This made no sense. He was fifteen for Merlin's sake! The age ward around the Goblet was set to seventeen! There was no way for him to get passed it (at least, not one he new). He stood from his place on the Gryffindor bench slowly, and walked towards the Headmaster, the Great Hall was still silent, the many students surrounding him shocked into silence. At least, they were.

"CHEAT! YOU FILTHY CHEAT!"

"LIAR!"

"CHEATER!"

Harry steeled himself as he walked quicker, he had been called worse in his years at Hogwarts. The fifth year opened his mouth to speak as he neared the Headmaster, but the wizened old man merely shook his head gently, and pointed to the trophy room, as students continue to call out names at his back. Harry straightened his back, and walked through the trophy room door, his head held high. He would not be put down by the idiots that attended this school.

The Trophy Room was small; immediately opposite the doorway, the wall was lined with Trophy Cases, filled (obviously) with the many trophies Hogwarts students had earned. To the right was a wall or pictures, less than a meter from the door. The far wall was occupied dominantly by a fireplace Stretching from floor to ceiling, it was the primary Floo Point into Hogwarts; surrounding the fireplace was a small sitting area, occupied by the other three champions (Harry was still confused as to how the Triwizard tournament could have four contestants, but he supposed he attended a school of magic, so stranger things were possible). The French girl (Delacour, he thought her name was) sat elegantly on a loveseat, legs crossed and back straight, her only tell being the nervous fiddling of her hands as she looked at the numerous trophies.

Cedric was seated on a couch across from her, he was slightly hunched, tapping his foot constantly, and Harry could literally see the sweat on the back of his neck, though it was not a great amount. The Hufflepuff would occasionally take a peek at the girl across from him, understandable, given she was perhaps the most beautiful teenager Harry had ever seen (a part-Veela perhaps?).

Krum was completely still as he leaned against the fireplace mantel, staring into the flames. With his arms crossed on his chest, his muscular nature was clear to see. Listed by the Bulgarian national team at two-hundred centimeters and seventeen stone, the Durmstrang boy (or man, Harry supposed) was massive.

Harry steadily walked towards them, given the small nature of the room, it took longer than one would think for them to notice him. Standing less than a meter from them, he cleared his throat. Delacour looked up, and Cedric turned around (having been mid stare) both startled; Krum turned his head slightly and raised an eyebrow.

After a short silence, Delacour spoke.

"What eez eet? Do ze want us back in ze hall?" She appeared genuinely confused, as did Cedric. Krum appeared bored.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was unable too, as the Trophy Room Door banged open, and Dumbledore marched in, followed by a small entourage (consisting of Snape, Moody, McGonagall, Crouch, Bagman, and the other schools Headmasters).

The loud noise and sudden appearance caused all four champions to jump (Ha! That bastard Krum cracked!), as did Dumbledore grabbing Harry and asking loudly, "Did you put your name in the Goblet!?"

"NO! There's an age line!"

"Did you ask an older student to do it for you?"
"NO! And could you let go of my arms, sir?"

The Headmaster did so and took a step back. He prepared to speak, but was cut off by Madam Maxime. "But of course 'e eez lying Headmaster Dumbleydoor. How else would 'is name have come out of the goblet?"

Harry glared at the large French woman (definitely part-giant). Before Dumbledore could respond, Harry bit out, "I don't Madame, isn't figuring that out your job? You're the judges after all."
Moody snorted, Snape glared, and McGonagall was taken aback. Crouch and Bagman seemed content to let the others deal with the issue, Karkaroff was sneering and Maxime appeared affronted, Harry couldn't get a read on the Headmaster.

"Rudeness is hardly necessary my boy. I believe you, but do not take your anger out on us, just as it was not your fault, it was not ours."

Harry loved Dumbledore like a grandfather, he truly did, but the man always acted so damn high-and-mighty.

"I'm sorry Headmaster, but that's bullshit. You made the wards surrounding the cup, and you're supposed to be one of the most powerful wizards to ever live. After a relatively normal first year, I've had to deal with (in four consecutive years, I might add) a possessed defence Professor, a sixty foot long and one-thousand year old Basilisk, (plus an incompetent criminal defence professor,) an escaped convict (and a Werewolf defence professor), and finally, a tournament banned due to severe casualty rates, meant for students two years older for me, plus a batshit crazy Defence professor." Harry turned to Moody, "No offence Professor Moody."

Moody chuckled (or cackled, Harry couldn't decide which), and stated, "None taken boy, keep givin' 'em shit."

"Quiet Moody, the insolent brat doesn't need encouragement. He is insufferable enough as it is. Fifty points from Gryffindor for rudeness" No one seemed to appreciate Snape's words, as he received numerous glares (and a discreet middle finger from Harry).

Dumbledore spoke again, "Enough Severus, we will discuss this later. Mr. Potter, once again, there is no need to be rude, though I admit you raise a fair point. Be that as it may, you are now obligated to compete in this tournament, just like Messrs. Krum and Diggory, and Ms. Delacour. Now, please take fifty points for Gryffindor, for raising a good point about Hogwarts' safety concerns, and be off to bed, all of you. It is late, and you have much to prepare for."

Harry's mouth formed a fine line, it took all his willpower to not to start shouting again. The various adults left the room, with the foreign students following their headmasters. Marching out of the room, he spoke to Delacour as he passed her, "A quick tumble in the hay, and I'll show you that I'm quite far from little," he gave her a leer for good measure.

She was shocked at his audacity, as was her Headmistress. Before their shock wore off, Harry stalked away. Making his through the Great Hall, towards Grand Staircase. Cedric jogged to catch up with him, the French Women still unmoving. Matching stride with him, the Hufflepuff remained silent, for a while at least.

"So, how'd yo-"

Harry cut him off before he could finish. "I didn't. I don't know who did, but I can promise I had nothing to do with it."

Cedric was silent for the rest of the trip, clearly not believing him. Harry supposed he couldn't blame him, having your glory stolen by a younger student would probably be fairly annoying. He assumed of course, Harry doubted he would ever have that problem, no matter how much he wished he would.

They parted ways before long, with the staircase to the dungeons a few hundred feet away from the entrance to Gryffindor tower.

Harry spoke the password to the fat lady, and climbed through the portrait hole, only to be greeted by a sea of blank stares and accusing glares. He groaned internally, 'Not again, didn't they already pull this shit in third year?'

He pushed his way through the crowd and made his way up the stairs. He collapsed on his bed immediately, ignoring McLaggen's idiotic bullshit. Of his yearmates, McLaggen was the most annoying. Putting up a silencing ward around his bed, the fifth year Gryffindor fell into a fitful sleep, completely aware of the glares his five year mates were giving him, from outside his bed curtains.

AN: Aight, completely rewritten version of Goblet of the Betrayed's prologue. I couldn't think of anything for my in progress work (Shadow in the Dark), so I decided to rewrite these (as they are truly terrible). I don't know if I'll continue it, but maybe, if you guys like the updates. Below you can find the original challenge.

I'll probably try and upload the next rewritten chapter within a week.

Please review, favorite, and follow, peace out broskis.


Harry has to be really alone at the start. You may choose for Hermione, the twins and/or Neville to apologize to him after the first task. If he forgives them or not is up to you. He'll probably forgive Hermione and Neville, not sure about anyone else.

If you write a pairing (slash or otherwise) they may be with anyone except any Gryffindor or Snape or Draco Malfoy (he can however become friends with Draco). I also would prefer for anyone paired with Harry not to be older/younger than two years that Harry. (I clearly favor Luna but that's yours to decide.) I'll probably keep the Harry/Lily/Tracey. Though I might play with that a bit, not sure yet.

Harry may find everything useful in the RoR, be it books, money clothes, wands, potion ingredients… and doesn't tell anyone about it. Harry should be intelligent, but not suddenly all powerful or godlike. Nah, Godlike Harry can be boring. He'll be pretty powerful but he won't immediately have the knowledge to use his slighlty ridiculous natural power effectively.

I would like a teacher to finally help Harry with the Tournamnet after he proves himself in classes. My favorite would be Flitwick since I doubt anyone else would lift a finger. Probably gonna be Flitwick.

I would recommend for Harry to hire Dobby or Winky or both. Yep.

Bashing: Bash all you like from Dumbledore to Snape, McGonagall to Hermione and Ron. Definitely Ron and McLaggen, maybe slight Dumbledore/Molly bashing. Not as much a fan of bashing as I used to be.