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


7. Chapter Seven

Over the next week, the three of them hardly did anything but train for the Games. Apart from the time they ate or slept, they could always be found learning something new at the Quidditch pitch or practicing among themselves in the common room. Rose went everywhere with a thick pile of notes that she had made on all the information they had gathered over these days of training. James even temporarily abandoned his Zonko’s products and spent some more time with non-verbal spells or boring potions instead. As for Albus, he could be found in empty classrooms practicing throwing knives at Nearly-Headless Nick who didn’t seem to mind much when each of the knifes passed through his transparent body, mostly out of sympathy and kept saying something encouraging like “There, you pierced my heart all right!” or “That one went straight through my brain, I swear I felt it!”

On the fifth day of training, the tributes were told that they had to spend some time with their house reps trying to pick up some useful tips from them that would help them survive in the arena. This was necessary because Trevelyan wanted to establish that the house reps were the tributes’ mentors and that they were not going into the Games completely unaware of what was in store for them. Since the Gryffindor rep was Professor Longbottom, he met the four tributes from his house in a classroom on the sixth floor and talked to them about the Games. It wasn’t much about what they were going to do or what their game plan was but just plain talking about how they really felt about it. Albus realised it was the first time in ages he had said his feelings out loud. It felt really good. 

At the end of all the talking Professor Longbottom assured them that he would do all in his power to get enough sponsors’ gifts for them while they were in the arena and would assist them until the time they would have to show their skills to the Gamemakers and get scored on it. But something about the way he said it made Albus feel he was not doing this job out of his own free will and that he had been forced to mentor these tributes who were most likely just going to get themselves killed and he would be helplessly watching from outside, not knowing what to do and he would have to live with the guilt of possibly having been the reason they didn’t last longer.

As soon as they had been dismissed, Rose and James rushed away to Hagrid’s station and told him to hurry but Albus found himself lingering behind. Ariana Omer was packing up the thick piles of parchment that she had brought in with hopes that Professor Longbottom would be giving them valuable tips that she could note down. But since he had never actually been in the arena, and the two previous victors who had both dropped out of school so they couldn’t be bothered to mentor these new tributes, she had been disappointed. She muttered things under her breath as she stacked the notes together and swore loudly when they spilled out of her hands and on the floor.

Albus instinctively bent down to help her scoop them up. She muttered her thanks without making eye contact. Something about this girl was disturbing him. That day on the carriage, she had seemed to be the friendliest of people but now, she was nothing more than just another piece in the Games whom either he would have to kill, or who would kill him sooner or later. Until now, she hadn’t made any proposals to be allies while in the arena so he guessed she was going in by herself and didn’t think she needed anyone. He knew he ought to have felt something like sympathy for this girl whom the terrible Games had changed so devastatingly as a person. But somehow, all he felt was a subtle disgust. Why wasn’t she fighting it?

“You think I’m a monster,” she said suddenly, in a coarse voice that suggested she had not been using it for some time. “I’ve seen you look at me in that annoying way of yours. That’s how you look at everyone. As though we have all let you down or something. But don’t go around feeling sorry for yourself. It won’t do you good. And don’t judge me when you don’t know anything about me. Just don’t.”

Albus didn’t know what to say. “Um…okay.”

She stared at him with her round blue eyes expecting him to say something else but when he didn’t, she turned on her heels and marched away, vaguely reminding him of Rose. He ran to catch up. There was still something he needed to know.

“What is it that happened to you, Ariana?”

She stopped abruptly and looked at him with venomous eyes. “It’s none of your business.”

“Maybe not,” he admitted. “But I would like to know. We’re in the same house, we could be allies, you know. You don’t really need to be alone.”

She stared at him some more before throwing her head back and laughing like crazy. But it was not a mirthful laugh. It was filled with all the bitterness in the world. “You’re a little philanthropist, aren’t you, Potter? You might like to know, of course, poking your nose in everything…but I would definitely not like to talk to you about it. So forget it.”

Albus blinked. What could he have possibly said or done to make her hate him so much? Just when he thought she was going to storm away again, she said, “And don’t even think about us being allies. If we’re going to have to kill at some point, just know that you are sitting somewhere on top of my list.”

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