Author's note
Welcome to my story
I have published other stories on my other account jdboss1 unfortunately I no longer use that account this website only allows you to have 500 favourites and so I got a new account jdboss2
If anybody wants to drop me a message and discussed my story you're more than welcome
thank you for reading
disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter
Relationships
Harry and Hermione later cho Will join
I do not write sex scenes Romance will be mildly mentioned
Warning
This is a horror story there will be a lot of on-screen death
Prologue
In the shadowed depths of a Ministry vault, shrouded in secrets and bound by ancient magic, the Goblet of Fire stirs from its slumber. A relic of unfathomable age, its origins are lost to time, whispered about in hushed tones and cloaked in speculation. The Goblet, with its sinister roots entwined through the annals of magical history, casts an inescapable shadow over the wizarding world. It is a symbol of unity and division, of glory and despair, binding the fate of those who dare to dance with its flames.
Every fifty years, like a creature awakening with a hunger, it calls forth its due. The air around it crackles with anticipation, the silence of the vault broken by the flicker of its azure fire. Its awakening sends ripples through the magical community, a reminder of the pact made long ago, a pact that demands tribute in the form of competition, courage, and, unbeknownst to many, sacrifice.
The Goblet's selection is not random, nor is it merely a test of skill. It is a gauntlet thrown down to challenge the bravest, the boldest, and the most cunning. To be chosen is to step into legend, to face trials that tread the thin line between triumph and tragedy. The tournament it heralds is a spectacle of magic, a deadly dance that captivates and terrifies. Yet, the true nature of this competition, the darkness that lies at its heart, is a truth that fades with the passing of each cycle, leaving only echoes of fear and whispers of glory in its wake.
As the Goblet awakens, its call is answered by the reluctant hands of the Ministry, its attendants bound to execute its will. This year, it has chosen Hogwarts as the arena for its ancient rite, a decision that carries with it the weight of history and the shadows of those who have fallen before. The Ministry, with a sense of grim determination, sets the wheels in motion, their actions devoid of the fanfare that once heralded the tournament's return. The wizarding world, caught between fascination and dread, can only watch as the Goblet of Fire declares the beginning of a new chapter in its bloody history.
To the uninitiated, the tournament is a grand affair, a celebration of magical prowess and international unity. To those who look closer, it is a test of survival, where the line between victor and vanquished is as thin as the veil between life and death. The champions, drawn by fate or fortune, stand on the brink of immortality or oblivion, their names whispered in the same breath as heroes and martyrs.
As the Goblet's flame pierces the darkness, its call is a siren song to the brave, a challenge that cannot be ignored. Yet, beneath the veneer of glory lies a truth more sinister, a reminder that magic, in all its wonder and terror, demands a price. The tournament, shrouded in mystery and menace, begins anew, its outcome a secret sealed by fire.