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


5. Chapter Five

“All sixteen of you,” Trevelyan’s voice ringed in the room, “know exactly what awaits you in the arena. So I need not give you an explanation now. Correct?”

Everyone refused to speak.

“All right. All you need to know is that tomorrow you start your training after lunch. Be in the Quidditch pitch on time. A few Professors will be waiting to assist you. Don’t be a minute late.”

He waited for some acknowledgement from the tributes but none came. No one was in the right shape to speak. So he told them to get some sleep and made himself scarce.

Everything was going to change now. Albus knew he would not even have to wait until he was in the arena for the change to begin. It was beginning now. In the Gryffindor common room, everyone gave the four tributes sympathetic looks, comforting words and teary hugs. Lily flung her arms around her brother’s middle and cried loudly. Hugo did the same with Rose, who seemed to have tears forming in her eyes. Was she having second thoughts? But even if she was, it was too late to change her mind.

Lily fell into Rose’s arms and cried, probably wanting to say a word of thanks but couldn’t bring herself to. James picked her up and wiped her tears like a strong big brother ought to, and he told her everything would be fine and that she must go to bed now. Rose went to tuck her in and she even sang her a sweet song about happy times and sunshine. It only made Albus want to curl up in a corner too but he knew that was not the right thing to do here. His sister had suffered too much of a blow. Even if there was a chance any one of them could make it back from the Games alive, it meant she would have to lose two of her close ones. Either way, she would have to suffer some loss. It was too much trauma for an eleven-year-old to handle.

Comparatively, Hugo was taking it much better than Lily did. He only cried for a few minutes and then pulled himself together, told them that he was a big boy and his father would not like it if he cried like little girls. He said good-night and went to bed but Albus thought he heard him sniffing for a long while after.

Ariana Omer had disappeared somewhere after they had been dismissed by the Headmaster. He couldn’t find her in the common room and Rose said she wasn’t in the girls’ dormitory either. Albus wondered whether she had allowed herself some alone time to let her emotions flood her. She had taken so much care not to break down in front of everyone that it must have taken all her energy. Albus thought she deserved to have some time to herself.

James didn’t talk to anyone after this, neither did Albus. He was too overcome with guilt to even look his brother in the eye. They silently made their way to their special beds – the ones that tributes used every year. These were much better than the normal four-poster beds in the dormitories with their soft and comfortable duvets and pillows and satin bedspreads. They were put in a different place in the common room specially made for the first-class accommodation of the tributes as though they were some kind of celebrities and not just helpless animals going to be sacrificed because of the whims of an insane Headmaster.

The next morning at breakfast, a flurry of owls brought long letters from home – scrolls of parchment blotted at places with teardrops. Albus got one from his parents, one from his aunt and uncle, one from Teddy Lupin and one from George and Granddad Weasley. All of them bore words of consolation, advising him to stay strong no matter what. He noticed how everyone had taken such great care not to put into words what they were actually feeling. Albus knew they were all devastated. It was not just one from the family, but three. The blow would have been tough for anyone to take. But they kept their strength for him and inspired him to do the same. Another thing he noticed was that no one blamed him for not volunteering for James. Maybe they did not want to make him feel guiltier than he was. Or maybe they never expected him to volunteer for his big brother. He didn’t want to know which was the case.

After sending with Nutmeg and a few borrowed owls from the Owlery equally long replies, Albus, James and Rose went down to visit Hagrid in his hut. The big guy was completely distraught.

“Why?” he kept saying, blowing his nose in a giant-size handkerchief and pouring tea from a kettle with shaking hands. “Why yeh three? It’s just like ol’ Harry, Ron and Hermione used ter be. Always gettin’ inter trouble, they were. Always gettin’ the bad end of the deal. Why?”

Hagrid was just as big as ever in his moleskin coat – twice as tall as an average adult and thrice as wide with his long mane of shaggy graying hair and beard that covered most of his face. His black beetle-like eyes were glinting with tears as he offered the three of them his famous rock cakes and tea. They took great care not to touch anything.

He continued with his bawling, seeming to forget the presence of the three kids in his hut. They awkwardly tried to comfort him when it should have been the other way round. But Albus didn’t mind. It wouldn’t be like Hagrid if he didn’t need them to take care of him. In fact, this even somehow made him smile in a time when he thought he had forgotten that expression even existed.

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