The Hogwarts Games

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Winner of the Crossover Competition! *_* I decided to combine two of my favourite fandoms - Harry Potter and Hunger Games to come up with - The Hogwarts Games! I've tried to pick up the story of Harry Potter from where JKR left it, so the main characters are the new generation of Potters and Weasleys. It's set in Hogwarts and I've incorporated the concept of the Games in here. I've really worked hard on this, so I hope you like it :)

Credits for the lovely cover - MoonAvis

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1. Part One - "The Tributes"

PART ONE
“THE TRIBUTES”

The owl with Lily’s Hogwarts letter had found her more than two months in advance to the actual day, September 1st, when she would be beginning her first year at Hogwarts. Traditionally, this was supposed to be a day filled with excited talking and laughter for any wizard child, knowing that in some time, they could proudly call a legendary place like Hogwarts their second home. Of course, until two years ago when Albus was going to be a first-year, Lily couldn’t wait to go to Hogwarts herself. But now that the day was finally drawing closer, Albus knew that his sister was in no way rejoicing.

Hogwarts just wasn’t the same anymore.

“Albus,” his mother, Ginny’s voice drifted up the stairs to find him in his bedroom, where he sat staring out of the window at the moonlit street down his home. “Don’t you want to come down for dinner?”

He sighed. His cousins, aunt and uncle were coming over like they did every Sunday. Usually, these were fun affairs of course, as the Weasleys were just the kind of people you wanted around to make jokes and lighten everybody’s moods. Rose and Hugo were not only his cousins but they had been his best friends forever. Rose and Hugo. Hugo. With a pang of guilt he realised that Hugo would be starting at Hogwarts this year as well. Here he was, getting all worried about his own little sister while it never even occurred to him that young Hugo was also going to the same place as Lily was. He was also going to be seeing the same hell as Lily was…

Albus quietly walked down the stairs to the dinner table which was already bustling – people moving around, talking, laughing, adults discussing work, children chatting about what they had been doing over the past week, how summer holidays were so much fun but there was one thing that everyone was clearly making an effort not to talk about. Hogwarts.

It was funny how this word had been the most discussed topic at all times just a few years ago and now the same word had turned into a taboo. People were actually scared to say the name out loud now and they certainly did not want their children to hear of all the misery associated with it. Although young ones like Lily and Hugo had a fairly good idea of what this fear was all about, they had never actually been told about it nor had they ever been encouraged to speak about it, and topics like these were definitely never discussed over dinner.

Uncle Ron was seated right next to Albus’ father Harry and both of them were laughing a little, though not as much as they did usually. Ginny and Aunt Hermione were walking in and out of the kitchen, wands pointing at plates and cutlery to make them move to the dinner table and arrange themselves magically. Rose and Hugo smiled at him as he made his way towards them where James and Lily were already sitting. Teddy Lupin was making his best effort to amuse the kids with his Metamorphmagus magic, changing his hair-colour every second from bright shock-pink to mousy brown and George Weasley and his son Fred showed them his Puking Pastilles and Nose-Bleed Nougats which never seemed to get too old for the kids. Neville Longbottom, or Professor Longbottom, rather, was absorbed in a deep conversation on edible plants growing in the Forbidden Forest with Granddad Weasley, who nodded occasionally, but otherwise seemed to be pretty bored. This seemed to be a bigger event, more like a party than a simple dinner, and when the sizzling food came out, extravagant and wonderful, Albus was sure today was a lot more than an ordinary Sunday.

“Mum,” he said. “Are we having a party or something?”

“Well, yes, it is like a party, isn’t it?” Ginny smiled. “Your father didn’t want anything but your Aunt Hermione and I insisted.”

Albus blinked. What was all this? Ginny noticed the confused look on his face and understood instantly. “You forgot your father’s birthday, didn’t you?”

“It’s Dad’s birthday? No way! His birthday is on July 31st.”

Ginny assumed a worried expression and said gently, “Today is July 31st, Al.”

“What? It’s July 31st already? Doesn’t that mean term starts in a month? A month? But it was only yesterday that Lily got her letter and – Mum? What happened?” Albus felt like he had suddenly been woken from a trance and during the time when his brain had been so dormant, a whole era had passed.

There was something in Ginny’s sad brown eyes as she spoke that made Albus feel like he had not been the only one in the house worrying about Lily. She was so young and so naïve. She did not even fully understand what lay before her. And in all of this worry, Albus had lost track of things and his parents seemed to have noticed that. When he apologized to his father for not remembering his birthday, Harry gave him an understanding look. They knew. They knew what he was going through and they were not much better off.

“Quite unexpected from you, Al,” his brother James tutted. “Forgetting Dad’s birthday? If I do it, it’s understandable but you? Oh no, you’re supposed to be different, right?”

Normally, James’ taunts would have annoyed Albus but this time, he knew that his brother was only trying to shake him awake from his eternal sleep. He was doing what he could to tell Albus that what he was doing was wrong and that he needed to be alive. Pretending to be dead was not going to do anyone good. The pain would still be real. The truth would still be the same. James understood that. His eyes, brown just like Ginny’s, seemed to hide behind a nonchalant veil, all the understanding in the world. Sometimes Albus thought that his brother, the careless prankster, was experienced beyond his age and had seen a lot more misery than he had. James was in his fifth year now. He had seen and known Hogwarts before it had changed. He had lived the dream Hogwarts before it became the dangerous place it was now. And Albus knew that seeing what you love turn into something you have to hate by a rule was far more paining than anything else.

“Help yourselves, everybody.” Aunt Hermione announced as soon as she had approved the look of the dinner table and was satisfied that it was enough. The table was laden with all of Albus’ favourite dishes and looked even grander than the Feast at Hogwarts on the first day or on Christmas. There was roasted chicken, drumsticks, steak, curries, grilled salmon, fifteen different kinds of dips and sauces, treacle tart, chocolate puddings and even cauldron cakes. Albus stuffed himself, chuckling a little when he thought of how much his aunt would have disapproved of the same feast had it been prepared by house-elves but she had absolutely no troubles in overworking herself to do it instead. He was getting started on dessert when his father spoke to him.

“You don’t have to worry so much Al,” he said, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s not your job to worry. It’s ours.”

Albus didn’t speak.

“You know you were named after Albus Dumbledore, don’t you? You know how he was the most inspirational person in my life. He once said to me that it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. Stop doing this, Al. You’re only harming yourself. Nothing you do is going to change reality.” 

Albus did not know what to say. The bitterness and remorse in his father’s voice was palpable. His face was not aged at all but his almond-shaped green eyes, the ones that Albus had inherited, looked as though they had been slaughtered and tortured beyond imagination. He knew for sure that if there was any person who was worried a lot more than him, it was Harry. His father had worked hard to save Hogwarts from a different kind of evil about twenty-one years ago, risking his own life and his friends’ in the famous Battle of Hogwarts just so he could make sure that all was well and safe there for the coming generations. But here he was now, watching as his beloved home was succumbing to these newer evils, feeling like all those efforts two decades ago had been for nothing and feeling far too useless as he risked sending his children to Hogwarts every year, not knowing what their fate was going to be.    

Everything had been quite well until two years ago. That was the same year Albus went to Hogwarts for the first time and also the one when the notorious Yann Trevelyan had become Headmaster of Hogwarts. Hogwarts under him was nothing short of hell. Trevelyan was known to have travelled all his life to exotic places that no one had ever heard of before and in his extraordinary journeys, he claimed to have come across a country called Panem. There he had picked up a fancy idea of slaughter. The Hunger Games. Or as he called it for the wizarding world to associate better with – The Hogwarts Games.

Each house sent four ‘tributes’, two males and two females, to these Games every year and only one of the sixteen returned alive. It was bloodbath right from the beginning till the end. It was torture of the kind completely unconventional for wizards but they were powerless because Trevelyan had the Ministry backing him up. There were whispers that the Minister of Magic had been Imperiused by him but how could anyone be sure? No amount of rebelling was proving to be of any use. As long as Trevelyan was Headmaster, he was going to make sure Hogwarts had these Games every year and what was worse, save for the few who thought it was sickening, the rest actually enjoyed it as a ‘constructive’ form of ‘competitive sport’.

For two years, the Games had happened at Hogwarts and the students were forced to acquaint themselves with this sort of barbarism. Training for the Games was available for whoever was interested, although not many actually showed up for these classes. These two years, Albus, James and Rose had not been picked as tributes so they had been safe from entering but they had watched their friends die in that wretched arena. They were scarred in a way that no amount of Healer’s ointment or potions could cure. They were scarred for life.

And now, if this was not enough, the time had drawn ominously close for Lily and Hugo to be scarred in the same way too. Scarred for life.

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