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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11. Chapter Eleven

The morning of the test of skills, Albus’ head was spinning as though he was hung-over from Firewhisky or something when in reality, he hadn’t even touched anything but the Butterbeer at the Yule Ball last night. Then he realised these were probably the aftereffects of his head having been affected by that charm before he took the berries. Just a few minutes of exposure to that deadly drug and this was his condition…he wondered what the others who hadn’t had any berries felt like. Ariana, for instance.

Rose and James were in a similar condition initially, but all three of them felt the terrible headaches fade away as soon as they helped themselves to eggs and sausages at the breakfast table. The others weren’t so lucky, of course. Ariana was moaning like a child. Scorpius at the Slytherin table kept screaming that something had been put in his food last night and that his grandfather would hear about it for sure. Nathan and Natalie Albert were trying to put on a robust face and pretend to be revising for the skills test but Albus was sure everybody saw through this. Ace Scamander had his head buried in a bowl of porridge and his eyes were bloodshot. Jillian Scohalfer from Hufflepuff was comforting little Grace Charms who was extremely scared her illness would not let her perform well in the test. Just about everyone in the Great Hall was in a lousy mood.

The testing was going to be done in the Quidditch pitch too which had now been transformed to look very different. A tent had been put up inside which the Gamemakers were going to be scoring each and every tribute after they presented their skills for them. The tributes were made to sit on pews that had been put up especially for this day. Gryffindors were the first to be scored.

Ariana was called first. She disappeared into the tent and didn’t return for nearly twenty minutes. Albus wondered what she was doing. She could have been displaying her talents with the Muggle weapons which he had seen her practicing with during training sessions but what could be taking her so long? Was her headache getting the better of her during the test? That was a possibility… Suddenly, he wondered whether she had devised a plan to impress the Gamemakers or something. Their scores were important because they were going to be broadcasted across the wizarding community and most sponsors decided who they wanted to send in gifts for on the basis of these scores. What with all that Ariana had said to him last night, he was sure she had a game plan made just to impress those Gamemakers and in turn, the sponsors.

Albus was suddenly worried. He had no plan. Neither did Rose or James by the apprehensive looks on their faces. But if there was even a tiny bit of truth in what Ariana had said last night, they would be lucky enough to have sponsors even if they sucked at the test.

Rose went in next and came back in barely three minutes with a disturbed look on her face. She refused to speak and headed straight to the castle, undoubtedly to the library where she could find solace with her best friends, those books. James took ten minutes in there and seemed to be quite pleased, although Albus had no time to speak to him for quick tips as he was ordered to get into the tent immediately.

It was an enchanted tent, just as Albus had thought, which looked small from the outside but was big enough to be a cathedral from the inside. The Gamemakers sat on a long table facing him, all wearing Muggle suits like Trevelyan always did and sober looks on their faces. Albus had a feeling nothing he could do would help put a better expression on those stony faces. But he had to try.   

 There was loads of empty space for him to present his skills to the Gamemakers. Racks in one corner held all kinds of Muggle weapons, cauldrons and other things he would need. A patch on the ground had various plants growing on soil. Caged beasts sitting in another corner growled at him. He wondered what to do first.

“Mr. Potter,” one of the Gamemakers said impatiently. “If it’s not too much trouble for you, would you please begin?”

“Um…right.”

He went over to the patch of magical plants, all of which he could identify, thanks to Professor Longbottom’s training, and went on about their properties. Then he gave a few methods to fight the magical creatures in the cages like how Hagrid had taught him. It was going quite well until one of the Gamemakers suggested they set a hippogriff free and watch how Albus fights it.

“You can use any of those weapons if you wish,” he said. “Or your wand will do too.”

Albus didn’t trust himself with the Muggle weapons as he had never been any good with them so it just had to be his wand for his defense. His heart pounded against his chest but he stood his ground as the Gamemakers had the cage of a fully-grown hippogriff opened. The creature stepped out and stretched. Then it noticed Albus, wand in hand, and it’s brilliant orange eyes bore ominously into his green ones.

Albus’ mind raced to remember anything he knew about hippogriffs. His father had talked enough about Hagrid’s hippogriff Buckbeak but Buckbeak had been a friendly and tame beast. This one with its sharp beak and deadly talons did not look like it would be interested in making friends. It looked mighty and strong too, so physically overcoming it was impossible. Albus wondered what spell he should use. Should he maim or should he kill? What were the Gamemakers expecting?

As he thought this over, he realised he could never bring himself to kill. No matter how tough things got, he could never speak the Killing Curse to murder a creature that had done him no harm just to impress those cruel Gamemakers. Then was he supposed to maim it? The hippogriff’s proud eyes surveyed him carefully and he felt weak. He couldn’t hurt it when it wasn’t attacking Albus at all. But the Gamemakers’ gazes were fixed upon him, expecting the son of Harry Potter to do something cool. There he felt the burden again. The burden of having expectations to fulfill.    

Albus didn’t even realise exactly when he made the decision. He remembered what Hagrid had once told him. Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do. He took a step forward and heard it growl. He tried to remember Hagrid’s exact words and what he had said was the proper etiquette to follow while dealing with these creatures. Yeh walk towards him, an’ yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed to touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt.

Albus made a bow, maintaining eye contact with the hippogriff, making sure he didn’t blink even once because he knew from Hagrid that they don’t trust you when you blink too much. The beast watched him carefully for several long minutes. Albus remained in the same bowed position all that time, knowing better than to make another move. Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs' move. It's polite, see?  And so he waited. And waited some more until the majestic creature bowed back to him. He smiled and looked at the Gamemakers who wore a dubious look on their faces. He hadn’t fought. He hadn’t maimed or killed. But as he went forward and stroked the wild hippogriff’s beak, he knew he had gained its trust and that it wouldn’t hurt him. No matter what now, he knew he had impressed the Gamemakers.

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