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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19. Chapter Nineteen

“He’s Luna’s son,” Albus said as they watched Ace, the wounds in his arms and abdomen bandaged, as he lay there unconscious. His breathing was consistent and he was certainly not going to die. Albus wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Luna? Luna Lovegood?” Rose said. “She’s in the –”

“Yes, Lily, she’s in our old family photograph,” Albus interrupted her, giving her a warning glance. He knew she was going to say ‘the Order’ but he didn’t want her to forget they were not alone. Too many sets of eyes were watching their every move on those magical screens outside and too many sets of ears were eavesdropping on their conversations. It wasn’t safe to talk about the Order in here.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rose flushed slightly at her imprudence. “What do you think we should do now? He doesn’t seem like he’s going to wake up soon.”

“I reckon we leave some food here for him so he has something to eat when he wakes up,” Albus suggested. 

“No, what if more beasts come around and get him?” Rose eyed the hippogriff which had refused to leave Albus’ side and was now sitting nearby as though it owned the place. “Or other tributes. Too unsafe.”

“Then I say we wait for him to wake,” said Albus. “It’s not like we’re in a hurry to go somewhere or anything."

James was unnaturally quiet in all of this. Albus looked at him, wondering what was wrong. He had engaged himself in repacking the backpack which was usually the kind of thing Rose, not James, would do. He was acting pretty oddly.

“What’s the matter with you James?”

“What’s the matter with you?” he snapped. “Both of you. You don’t seem to get it! We’re going to end up nowhere like this.”

“What are you on about?”

“The Games!” he fumed, throwing the backpack away from him. “The whole damn Games! Do you even understand what we’re meant to do? We’re meant to live. We’re meant to survive. We’re meant to make it until the end alive. There can only be one winner. One winner. And here we are, helping just about every tribute we come across as though we’re running a hospital or something. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

There was a silence in which James packed the backpack again, muttering things under his breath. It looked like his head was seriously messed up.

“James,” said Albus. “We’re not exactly playing by the rules, you say. Well, we’re not playing by the rules being allies in the first place. You said it yourself. There’s only going to be one winner. It can’t be all three of us. Just one. You know it.”

James looked away.

“So are we going to abandon each other? I don’t think so.” He looked at Ace. “He can be our ally too.”

James frowned, clearly weighing it all out in his head. Albus understood what he was thinking. How could they ever come to the end of the Games if they kept making allies whom they would just have to kill in the end? How were they going to manage any of this by being so…so human?

But Albus had made up his mind. They were going to be fair right until the end and help whoever needed it because that was how they had been raised. That was what reflected their culture. That was who they were. And they were not going to change anything about themselves for some stupid Games that had just become a part of their lives. They were going to stay true to themselves if it killed them. 

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