Harry Potter and the Phoenix's Darkness

By Thawk6

Summary: During Goblet of Fire. After Harry Potter's name came out of the Goblet of Fire, Harry faces the ostracizing and anger of the whole School for his apparent cheating. The devastating problem Harry faces is the betrayal and abandonment of his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. During his depression Harry will find solace in two fiery red-heads, Ginny Weasley and Susan Bones. Harry soon realizes how being Ron and Hermione's friend was holding him back, and becomes a better student as he struggles to survive in a tournament in which he stands no chance. Dark but Good Harry, Dark but Good Ginny, Dark but Good Susan.

Pairings: Harry/Ginny/Susan

Warnings: Threesomes. Fem-slash, sex (won't happen until later)

SDERR is words taken directly from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter One

Devastating Abandonment

The Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts Champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

"No!" said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on for so long it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.

"Excellent," Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out-

"Harry Potter."

Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly.

There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat.

Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You Know I didn't."

Both of them stared just as blankly back.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.

Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though he was a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him.

"Well…through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore. He was not smiling.

Oo0o0

Harry left the antechamber behind the top table shocked and afraid. He still could not believe this; he hoped that he would wake up and find that the last two hours had been a nightmare. He knew that that was not going to happen.

Harry was shoved from behind forcefully as Cedric swept by him. The tall Hufflepuff glared coldly at Harry.

"You glory seeking boy, you just had to steal Hufflepuff's glory; my glory," Cedric hissed, "You are nothing but cheating scum, you disgust me."

Cedric spat at Harry's feet and swiftly turned and strolled out of the Hall in a Snape-like manner.

Harry felt a pang of hurt and despair at the elder boy's hatred, and also fierce anger. He did not want this. He never wanted to be famous; he would rather have his parents back. Harry walked quickly to the Owlery knowing that he should probably inform his Godfather, Sirius Black of his entrance into the tournament before he hears it in the Daily Prophet; he knew Sirius would rather hear the news from him. Once at the Owlery he sat on the straw covered floor and pulled out a Quill, a bottle of ink, and some parchment, and began to write-

Sirius,

I hope that you are well. I don't know if you know that Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. The Durmstrang champion is none other than Victor Krum. The champion for Beauxbatons is a beautiful girl named Fleur Delacour. I think that she may be part Veela or something because nearly all the guys in the room seem to drool over her. The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff seventh year. Some thing went terribly wrong though because somehow I am the fourth champion. Moody thinks that someone put my name in: in order to kill me. Please do not come back to England. I don't want you to be caught because of me.

Harry

Harry stood up and went to look for a suitable owl. Hedwig flew over to him and held out her leg for him to tie letter on. Harry looked at her sadly.

"I am sorry Hedwig, but I can't use you this time," said Harry. Hedwig looked like she was going to be angry at him; but one look at his sad and weary face made her hoot softly and rub her head gently against his face, like a mother would comfort a child.

Harry found a black Great Horned Owl and tied the letter to its leg. The owl hooted loudly and took off into the clear and chilly night sky. Harry and Hedwig watched as the owl disappeared into the star filled horizon. Harry wished that he could stay up here all night but knew that he would have to face soon any way. Hopefully he would have Ron and Hermione's support.

Harry told Hedwig goodnight and began the trek back to the Gryffindor common room. Harry stalked through the shadows in order to avoid anybody, especially Mrs. Norris, Filch, Snape, other teachers, and Peeves.

Harry would be stupid not to think the mischievous and irritating poltergeist did not already have a rude and extremely embarrassing song already made up.

Harry arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait; finding the Fat Lady's friend Violet, both getting drunk and gossiping about tonight.

"Balderdash," said Harry calmly holding in his fear of his friends reactions. The Fat Lady opened up and Harry entered the usually warm and comfy room.

The occupance of the Gryffindor common room turned to face the tired boy. The majority of the students glared menacingly at him. Fred, George and Lee Jordan looked excited, and seemed ready to ask how he, as Moody stated earlier, bamboozled the goblet where their attempt failed. Harry felt his dread and despair grow; although he could not blame the elder Gryffindors who wished to compete themselves.

Fred, George, and Lee shook Harry's hand vigorously, while clapping him on the back; Fred and George put one arm around his shoulders.

"Congratulations, Ickle Harrykins. We are wondering if you could tell us how you got your name into the Goblet of Fire?" asked Fred and George in unison.

"Yeah, Potter. How did you get your name into the goblet?" spat Angelina Johnson, a beautiful black sixth year student, one of Harry's fellow Quidditch teammates. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell Stood next to her glaring at him like he was a Slytherin.

"I err I didn't," Harry stammered hopelessly; but he knew it was no use.

"Yeah right Potter, why can't you just tell the truth?" asked Angelina coldly.

Fred and George lost their grins and their faces became uncharacteristically serious; they patted his arm gently. George whispered, "Don't worry Harry, We believe you." Fred nodded in agreement.

Before Harry could respond a loud shriek pierced through the crowded common room.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS HARRY JAMES POTTER," Hermione shouted angrily, "HOW COULD YOU BLATANTLY CHEAT LIKE THAT."

"I did not cheat," Harry replied trying to cut off her rant but he knew it was no use.

"YOU IDIOT, YOU COULD HAVE DIED-"

Harry felt a fiery hot fury run through his veins and shouted, "PERHAPS THAT IS THE ENTIRE POINT, HERMIONE."

"BULLSHIT, HARRY WHO WOULD WANT YOU DEAD," Hermione roared in response.

"OH I DON'T KNOW MAYBE VOLDEMORT AND HIS DEATH EATERS," Harry roared venomously. Hermione harrumphed loudly and swept angrily up the stairs to the Gryffindor girls dormitory. Harry felt angry, sad, and confused at Hermione's betrayal. Normally the smartest witch of the age would have known it was not him who put his name in the goblet. Obviously she is not as smart as she appears. Harry could not help but feel a flash of doom. He hoped that with Hermione's help he would at least have a chance. He now knew that Hermione was never his true friend.

Harry sighed wearily and quietly strode through the crowded common room; students turned and glared at him as he passed, and walked up the stairs to the dormitory. Harry found Ron sitting on his bed still fully dressed. Ron turned at the noise of the dormitory door opening and plastered a fake grin on his face. Harry groaned internally and swept towards his bed and began to get ready to go to bed.

"Congratulations mate," said Ron the fake grin not ever reaching his eyes. Harry ignored him and stripped off his clothes and put on an old pair of Dudley's oversized pajamas.

"I wonder how you got through the age line and put your name in. I doubt it was the invisibility cloak otherwise you would have let me come too," Ron continued.

"I did not put my name in the goblet Ron," stated Harry irritably.

"Yeah right, I knew you only wanted the glory and the thousand galleons for yourself," sneered Ron coldly. Harry stiffened and felt the fiery rage once more rise as he turned and glared at Ron menacingly.

"Glory Ron, what glory? There is no glory. Moody said that the people who put me in the Tournament want me dead. Ron I do not stand a chance," Harry spat.

"You only want fame and glory. You get everything. You are famous and rich and I am only the useless sidekick," Ron sneered coldly.

"I DO NOT WANT FAME AND GLORY. I GET EVERYTHING, THAT'S BULLSHIT; IT IS YOU WHO HAS EVERYTHING. YOU HAVE A FAMILY THAT LOVES YOU. I WOULD GIVE UP ANYTHING TO GET MY PARENTS BACK. DO YOU WANT TO BE ME? I WILL TRADE PLACES WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. LETS SEE YOUR GLORY WHEN VOLDEMORT TRIES TO KILL YOU," roared Harry, waves of magic swirled off of him. Harry took a deep breath and relaxed. The uncontrolled magic finally settled down.

"Piss off Harry," Ron said and roughly pulled his curtains around his bed shut. Harry sighed wearily and collapsed gloomily onto his bed. Tonight he lost his two best friends. Hell, he lost his only friends. Sadness, despair, fear and unadulterated rage tore through him. Someone was trying to kill him and he realized he would not have a chance. Harry tossed and turned all night until he finally succumbed to an uneasy, nightmare filled sleep.

Oo0o0

A black cloaked man with a skull mask swirled into existence in front of a huge Manor. The Manor was tall and sinister with broken windows and vines growing uncontrollably up the sides. The floors were covered in deep layers of dust and the furniture was moldy and dry rotted. It seemed as through no one has lived here for many years.

The man pulled out his wand and lit the tip. The man moved quickly towards the stairs. He carefully climbed them as they were dust covered and rickety. Once on top he entered a long hallway with light coming from the door at the end of the hall.

As he approached the door a large snake slithered past him and went down the stairs. Once at the door the Death Eater knocked lightly.

"Wormtail, open the door," The Dark Lord hissed.

A moment later the door opened to show a short, pudgy, balding man. The man was trembling in terror. The Death Eater laughed silently at the cowardly man.

He swept passed the trembling Wormtail and into the room. The room was small and filthy with a blazing fire in the grand fireplace. There was only one chair in the room and the man knew it was occupied by his Master. The man walked in front of the armchair and got down on one knee and bowed deeply.

"My Lord, the deed is done. Potter has been placed in the tournament," The Death Eater said.

"Excellent, My faithful follower; but there is more isn't there," Voldemort hissed.

"Of course My Lord. The brats friends seemed to have abandoned him in his time of need," said The Death Eater.

"Well, that was unexpected but it will make it easier in the end, you have done well, but remember I don't accept failure." hissed Voldemort venomously in his sinister high cold voice that sent shivers of absolute terror down his spine.

"Y…yes My Lord," The Death Eater said.

"Soon Harry Potter, I will return and I will kill you slowly. I will make sure no one ever doubts my power again. Harry Potter, you don't stand a chance," sneered Voldemort coldly.