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


10. Chapter Ten

James and Rose took the berries and immediately got better. It was good to know that at least some people in the Hall were in their right senses. But they still had to pretend as though they were completely high so that Trevelyan wouldn’t grow suspicious. Albus noticed that Ariana was affected too badly by this charm and grinned like an idiot when she knocked over a table of food while dancing madly.

Reporters went around everywhere trying to get interviews of the tributes. Albus talked a little about himself, like how old he was and what life was normally like for him, but he chose to avoid the questions that had to do with what he felt about the Games. He didn’t trust himself to be tactful about it like Rose was. He and James were impulsive. So when questions like “Do you think the Games are too brutal?” or “Do you think being Harry Potter’s son gives you any advantage in this?” were thrown at him, he skillfully maneuvered out of the conversation.

In her madness, Ariana even danced with Albus, giggling crazily like he was sure she never would have if she was in her right mind. But she seemed to be completely infected by this charm in the air. He debated whether or not he should offer some of the berries to her in spite of Hagrid telling him not to but decided against it. After all, this was probably the only time she would be friendly with him. He remembered her loathing towards him and decided he needed to find out what she really thought.


She smiled widely, a little too widely, and giggled. “Albus?”

“Why do you hate me?”

“I hate you,” she nodded seriously like that explained everything.

“Yeah…but why?”

“Why do I hate you?” she pretended to be thinking. “Hmm…you’re just too hatable! Is that a word? Like, lovable? Hatable.”

“Ah…okay. I’m hatable. Great.”

“Mm-hmm, you are. The great Albus Potter, the son of the Boy Who Lived. Do you have any idea how annoying that is?”

“I’m sorry?” he said, startled.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know, Potter,” she said sourly. “You’ve had all the advantage going in the Games. You’ve had it all along. Maybe you didn’t know before but you do…it’s unfair.”

“That’s rubbish,” Albus said, getting angry. “I don’t have any advantage whatsoever.”

“Puh-lease,” she said. “All the sponsors are fighting each other to get a gift in there for you, just because your father is famous and they think you and your brother and cousin probably have a better chance at this than any of us. A better chance to win than me. Haven’t you noticed how everybody thinks if Gryffindor’s got a chance, it’s in the hope that Harry Potter’s kin will make it? Nobody cares about what happens to me.”

And then she burst out crying.

Albus wasn’t sure what to do. A few teachers came in and helped her, shooting him nasty glances as though he had done something to her. Before they got too suspicious of him, he got away from the scene, Ariana’s words still ringing in his head. She’s just not in her senses right now, he tried to believe. None of that was true. But very honestly, Albus had noticed some of the things she said too. Like how there was talk in the common room that either of the Potters or that Weasley might stand a chance and Gryffindor might finally have a win this time. Nobody seemed to even know Ariana’s name. But it wasn’t his fault. He was born with this tag of being a Potter onto him that did nothing but make him feel like he perpetually had expectations to fulfill. It wasn’t an advantage. If anything, this attention was something Albus could live without.

The rest of the evening just passed in a blur of pointless socializing over dances and drinks. Albus wasn’t thinking much except for what Ariana had said to him and how he had a doubt it might even have been true. What was he to do? His head was heavy with thoughts the entire time before Trevelyan gave a memorized speech again and that was the end. They returned to their rooms and crashed into bed. So much for all the fuss about the Yule Ball. He would have rather used this time for training. At least he would have learned something that way. All he had learned today was that he was extremely ‘hatable’.

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