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


30. Chapter Thirty

“Out camping, are we?”

The voice was enough to send icy chills down Albus’ spine. He gripped his wand tightly, got to his feet within a second and whipped around to see his fears come true. Natalie and Nathan Albert stood before him, barely two meters away, both their wands pointing directly at him. His doom had finally found him.

He could see the grins on the twins’ faces. They looked uncannily like each other – Nathan, big and surly, with choppy blonde hair and broad features, and Natalie looked exactly like that, only she was a girl. Both their eyes had malice in them and the grins were not overly friendly either. Albus felt his heart thud so hard against his chest he thought it might jump out.

“Drop your wand.”

Albus hesitated. Without his wand, he was as good as dead. But he couldn’t very well refuse with two very dangerous people pointing their wands at his head, so he threw his wand a few feet ahead and raised his hands in surrender.

The grin on Nathan’s face grew wider as he and his bully of a sister stepped ahead so that they were close enough to touch their wands at each of his temple. Albus had hoped to negotiate with them, but obviously, they had every intention to kill. With only four people left in the arena, killing was mandatory. And considering the position he was in, Albus barely stood a chance.   

And then something strange happened. An unnatural coldness crept into the surroundings. It bit into his flesh so deep that Albus felt like he was back in the winter zone. The light of the day was being sucked bit by bit so rapidly that it soon came to a point when it felt as though someone had switched off the sun. Everything was plunged into cold darkness. And then he saw them. A dozen or so tall, black, hooded forms glided into the clearing where the three of them stood, motionless and consumed by their own fears on realising what these creatures were. Dementors.                  

As soon as they appeared in the vicinity, Albus felt a light extinguish inside of him. The warmth in his body and in his heart was sucked out, just as the light from the sun had been. He seemed to have forgotten every good thing that had ever happened to him and his mind was consumed with torturous memories. The bravest man I ever knew… his father’s voice boomed loudly in his ears. I promise of to take care of her… he was painfully reminded of Rose’s sacrifice. Potter, Lily… the day of the Reaping. Potter, James… he remembered his cowardice on that day. The bravest man I ever knew… All the guilt that he had ever felt in his life burst out suddenly and wrapped his heart so tight it was painful.

He felt his knees give way as he collapsed on the ground.

Think of something happy, he said to himself, remembering how his father had told him the only way to repel Dementors was to have a strong and happy mind.

And then, from the midst of all the voices playing in his ears, he heard a faint whisper.

We're almost there.

Professor Longbottom's words struggled against the overwhelming power of all the other terrible memories inside Albus' head. We're almost there. His words seem to soothe him. They seemed to inspire him to stay strong because it was almost the end. He was almost at the end of this hell. We're almost there. And even in the feeble state he was in, Albus felt the true meaning of these words dawn on him.

Professor Longbottom had been talking about the Order. It was almost ready. He had wanted to tell Albus that they were almost there and he just had to stray strong for a little while longer... he just had to hold on for a little while longer...

Albus felt like a flicker of hope had appeared in his mind, a desperation to survive. He told himself - where the Dementors found fear, they found weakness. The only way to overcome them was to force yourself to be happy…

But of course, there was a spell too. The Patronus Charm. How he wished he had forced his father to teach him how to use it but he had been told he was too young to learn now. Nathan and Natalie surely knew and Albus could see they were trying. They even managed to send a few away with their dazzling Patronuses but not all. There were still too many Dementors. Too many of them…

Albus saw a few Dementors close in on Natalie, making her drop to the ground. He saw one of them raising its hood. Albus forced himself to shut his eyes. This was the Dementor’s Kiss. They were sucking out Natalie’s soul right now…and it didn’t escape him that he was going to be the next target.

And sure enough, he saw three Dementors glide towards him. The air around him became freezing cold. His mind was plunged into hopelessness. It was like he had lost the will to survive. We're almost there. The words forcefully pushed their way into his head but death seemed to be much too comforting now. So much more peaceful. And when the Dementor before him slid its hood to reveal a scabbed face with a gaping hole where its mouth should have been, he barely resisted. The creature moved closer and closer, lower and lower…and Albus realised this was it.

Expecto Patronum!

The voice was somewhat familiar but in his state, Albus could hardly be sure. All he saw was a brilliant, sparkling silver horse that made the Dementors around him retreat before he passed out.

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