Harry Potter Fanfiction Triwizard Tournament Betrayal Alone Novels & Stories

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

He walk across the room and mumbling to himself, “It’s all her fault, she is the one for whom everyone leaving me, I’ll make sure Isabella pays for what she’s done, she will regret the day she ever crossed me.” Mia is walking alone in the street. And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable,

Allison and I looked at each other again, then she shrugged her shoulders as if to say that she also had no idea what Stella was talking about. "What is it, Stella? Tell me," I said when my brother didn't speak. I waited for her to speak there. She stopped painting again and turned to me. "It's impossible that you don't know that your other friends are shipping Josiah and Diana. The only thing that annoys me is that they know that there is something between Josiah and me, and then they still ship him to another girl? And I know that you also know about that!" Stella said one after the other, then dropped her paint brush with a bang.

I had to continue. --- As I worked through the book for hours, the parts gradually came together. Three things were needed for the ritual: an innocent person's soul, a leader's blood, and the essence of a traitor. When I understood what this meant, my gut churned. Someone near enough to be involved in my demise had deceived me, someone I trusted. Darius's recollections were distorted. Killian's trade secrets. Lucas's peculiar coalitions. Everything suggested a scheme that was far more complex than I had anticipated.

Liam tightened his grip on the ancient book. "It wasn't broken from the outside." Both Wesley and I turned to him. "What do you mean?" I asked. Liam had gone pale. "The barrier spell can only be destroyed if someone inside Willowbrook weakens its magical core." The realization struck us all at once. "There is a traitor," Wesley growled. Another deafening blast echoed from outside. The windows shattered simultaneously. Students screamed as shards of glass scattered across the floor. A flock of black ravens burst through the broken windows before dissolving into thick clouds of smoke.

A jolt shot through my heart, and I shook my head. “No, not at all!” I snapped, but the suspicion hung heavy in the air. “I swear!” Shock spread across their faces and their eyes widened in surprise and amusement. “You… swear?” Nyzareth whispered. My lips slightly parted in confusion. “She swore!” Maltherion spat out, amusement in his tone. “Yes! I swear on…” I trailed. Should I swear on Juliet? Or Philip? “You exposed yourself so easily,” a dark voice muttered behind me, and my breath stopped.

The real Reynard is somewhere else entirely, coordinating this betrayal from safety. "Too late," his fading voice taunts. "The ritual has begun. Your 'balanced power' will restore the natural order at last." As his image disappears completely, the three of us are left alone in the corridor, surrounded by unconscious traitors and facing a threat that strikes at the very heart of what we've become. The bond between us flickers with each pulse of magical extraction, growing weaker despite our desperate efforts to maintain it. Whatever Vega is doing, wherever she's doing it, she's found a way to use our love against us.

“We should get going. I don’t want to keep them waiting too long. It was hard enough to convince everyone to meet up again.” He stopped, but it looked like he had more to say. I could only imagine the tense conversations that had been happening while I was unconscious. Gilliam was a powerful leader. He had a lot of allies. People would be reluctant to believe that he had betrayed them. It was such a bizarre betrayal, too. He had teamed up with a powerful dark wizard in order to use his magic to destroy the rest of the magic using world. It sounded absurd. What did Soxor get out of this deal? Why would he agree to it?

"Never... never do that again. I felt your entire third-grade humiliation regarding a failed levitation spell. I didn't need to know about that." "Shut up," Thalen panted, rolling onto his back beside him, his chest heaving as he stared up at the vaulted ceiling of the dark, book-lined study. He raised a trembling hand, wiping a thin streak of nosebleed from his upper lip, though a wild, hysterical edge of triumph cracked his usual aristocratic coldness. "We got through. The blood-gate didn't incinerate us. It registered us as a single entity." "A single, deeply traumatized entity," Zeyric muttered, finally pushing himself up onto his elbows and looking around the dark, oppressive room.

There had been no one else here besides this couple. “He was clever,” the old man went on. “Gifted. They took him fast—said he did missions for them. For the high wizards. We never know what, exactly. Then one day, he wanted out.” My stomach turned as I anticipated what would come next. “He thought it would end once he quit,” the old man said. “But it didn’t. The wizards don’t forgive betrayal.” Xavier stiffened beside me. The old woman turned away, like she couldn’t bear to hear another word. I held my breath as I watched her husband console her.