The Hogwarts Newcomers

This is for the CROSSOVER COMPETITION! Sorry, did that in capitals because I'm really excited for this competition, even if I don't win. After all, its the taking part that counts and I hope you enjoy my fan-fiction!(: Gonna have a fun time writing it. Anyway, this is set in Hogwarts and the Wizarding world surrounding it, but the characters from the Hunger Games come to Hogwarts also, along with some Capitol members that haven't been mentioned before, so I've made them up.

NOTE: I know some of the characters used in this fanfiction are dead ( *le cries* )in the actual books/films etc, but I've bought them to life again in this fanfiction okok I'm an experienced wizard.

Enjoy, PLEASE like and favourite and comment. It would really help me!:3

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5. A Bit of a Mystery

Gale, Katniss and Peeta were not punished for what they did to Draco Malfoy and Madam Pomfrey calmed Gale down with a tonic. Once he'd gotten out of the hospital wing, word had spread about what happened  between him and Malfoy, and the Slytherin's had quickly become a large group of enemies whilst the rest of the school stopped to congratulate him wherever he went. Fred and George Weasley were beside themselves with joy, as were Ron and Harry.

Hermione, however, was shocked and upset. Harry had used the same curse on Malfoy before, and she didn't think it fair that Malfoy should be put in that much pain, twice. Even though he wasn't the most likeable of people she couldn't help but feel sorry for him, sometimes. He wasn't evil, just...vengeful. She couldn't really think of the word.

She didn't speak to the twins, Harry or Ron as they sat in the common room, working their way through piles of homework. She was in the process of transfiguring a chocolate frog into a chocolate butterfly, when Ron suddenly slammed his inkwell on the desk, spilling it everywhere. 

"Skurgify," muttered Hermione quietly, then pulled her wand and chocolate closer to her, away from Ron and Harry. It was Harry she was most annoyed at. He swore he would never use such a horrible curse as Sectumsempra again, which was true, but to be happy at the fact Gale had used it again on Malfoy? That was wrong. Hermione had seen the genuine shock and remorse on Harry's face once he had seen what the curse did, yet he was happy to see it used once again.

"You know, Harry," said Ron loudly, as though Hermione wasn't even in the room. "Don't you just hate it when people go in a mood with you for no reason, with no explanation? I do!" He shot a look at Hermione, who glared back, and Harry looked from each other's face and sighed.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Well if you must know..." and Hermione let out all her anger to the two, receiving some odd looks from the other Gryffindors as her voice rose until it was quite shrill. Fred and George sniggered and waved a box of Calming Clouds in her direction, and that seemed to be the final straw. Leaving her enormous pile of books, parchment and the half-transfigured chocolate frog/butterfly, she stormed out the common room, coming back at the last second to get her wand, and Harry swore he saw a flash of something thin and silvery coloured...

Must be my imagination, he thought.

"She's so moody," said Ron in awe as she disappeared through the Fat Lady portrait. 

Harry however, felt guilty. Everything Hermione had said was true. He had felt sick to his stomach when he'd used that spell, and there he was earlier that day, laughing with Ron about it being used on Malfoy yet again. Even though he and Draco would never see eye to eye, he still felt some remorse, not because of what happened to the thin, pale Slytherin necessarily, but because he had laughed at such a cruel spell.

"She's right," he said quietly, putting his quill back into the pot of ink. "I'm a horrible person."

"Bloody hell mate, don't go all depressed on me!" Ron laughed. "It's not your fault that Muggle boy did that to Malfoy is it-"

"You don't understand! I'd used that spell too before on him, and I was pretty shaken up! And I was laughing earlier about it! I'm going after Hermione, going to say sorry..." And with that, he ran towards the portrait hole and set off down the corridor in search of her.

He'd been through many corridors before he finally spotted her outside through the window, approaching the castle. She looked as though she'd just been to Hagrid's hut and she seemed a nervous and jittery as she looked around her surroundings. The lights in Hagrid's cabin flickered for a moment as a clap of thunder struck overhead and Hermione vanished, completely vanished, before his very eyes.

He blinked but she didn't appear.

He stared out the window for a few seconds longer until he saw Hermione reappear again, bit by bit, just outside the castle doors, and in her hand was something long and silvery.

His Invisibility Cloak.

Harry realised with a jolt that Hermione could not have been to see Hagrid, because at that moment, he emerged out of a classroom, holding a box that was shaking violently as though tiny hands were beating it from inside. He didn't seem to see Harry at first as he tried to keep the box under control, but when he did, he smiled.

"'Ello 'Arry, what you doin'? Out of hours now yano', ya' should be in ya' dormitory, ah well...got a surprise for our next Care o' Magical Creatures lesson, I 'ave!" He beamed broadly. "Surprise though, surprise, so you'll just have t' wait! S' good though! Now, I should think you should be back down to your common room 'fore Professor Snape sees ya', just seen him prowlin' ten minutes ago around the castle..."

Harry nodded and replied in the right places, but his mind was on Hermione. If she hadn't been to Hagrid's hut, the only place it seemed she could have been emerging from, was the Forbidden Forest- at least that was the direction she came from. But why on earth would she go un-aided (apart from the cloak) without telling Harry and Ron what she was up to?

 

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