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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35. Chapter Thirty-Five

Trevelyan called for reinforcements from the Ministry within minutes and very soon, the scales were tipping towards his side.

Something of the form of a vicious battle was already in full force right there in the Great Hall. Children of the Order members engaged in duels with other students of Hogwarts. Adults were taking on various teachers, one at a time. Bill and Fleur were in combat with the Potions teacher. Professor Hewberth, who had joined the Order’s side, was now standing beside Uncle Ron and Albus’ Mum battling it out with a few funny-looking Ministry officials. Trevelyan and the Minister for Magic himself had their hands full dueling Albus, his Dad, Aunt Hermione, George and Angelina Weasley all at the same time. It looked like things were going to get bloody pretty soon.

Thirty minutes into the battle and there came the first surprise.

Albus couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his two neighbours, the previous years’ victors, coming in through the oak front doors with their wands at the ready, and leading a whole army of wizards into the Great Hall. “We heard there was going to be an uprising,” said the girl who had been the victor last year. Albus thought he saw her smiling a little bit. “We couldn’t very well miss the fun, could we? And look! We brought friends.”

Masses of middle-aged witches and wizards, young children, aged grandpas and grandmas all filed into the Great Hall and started shooting curses and anybody who looked like a Ministry official. It was absolute mayhem. They turned out to have been the families of the dead tributes from the last two years, all of who were here to avenge their loved ones who had had to die for no real reason. Albus saw a savage thirst for justice in their eyes and immediately felt they were going to win this battle very soon.

He didn’t know when the reporters came in, but the next thing he saw when he turned to look at the front doors was Rita Skeeter and her whole crew clicking away on their cameras and chasing people trying to get their interviews. It was madness. Any stray spell could have caught them, and even though nobody was fighting to kill at the moment, Albus had a feeling it would come down to that point really soon. He wished the reporters would just leave them alone.

“Mr. Potter!” both Harry and Albus turned to look at whoever was calling.

“Oh, the young Mr. Potter, please,” it was another crazy reporter. “What would you like to say about the attack on Azkaban, for your friends, the prisoners?”

“There was an attack on Azkaban prison?” Albus asked incredulously.

“Oh yes, didn’t you hear,” she looked absolutely elated. “An insider from the Ministry led the families of this year’s tributes to Azkaban, called the Dementors off-duty and pulled your two friends out of prison!”

It turned out that everybody now saw Albus as the new Harry Potter, a messiah who had come to rid mankind of the misery named Yann Trevelyan. The spirit of the uprising ran deeper and much wider than he had thought. Lots and lots of people all over the community, who had loathed the Games from the very beginning, had just been waiting for the spark to come. When they had heard of this battle at Hogwarts, it had been reason enough for them to spring into action. Now Albus knew he had roused the entire wizarding community and instilled in them the faith that there could be a happier and better tomorrow.

Professor Longbottom, Hagrid and the people who had rescued them from Azkaban marched into the Great Hall within an hour, chanting a slogan that was so mean to Trevelyan that even Peeves would have felt jealous. The ghosts and the poltergeist soon joined them and shouted encouraging battle cries from the sidelines as they all dueled valiantly.

Albus didn’t know for how long they fought. Hours slipped by as he dueled everyone who tried to defend the Ministry and that rat Trevelyan. He tried to keep track of whatever was going on around him. Luna and her husband Rolf Scamander had flown in from Ireland especially to join the uprising. They gave Albus an awkward nod before they went into battle which made him feel horrible. Wasn’t it enough that his Aunt and Uncle were already behaving strangely with him? When was he going to be let off the hook?

Nobody appeared to be winning or losing. Whenever Albus thought it was coming to an end and the Order was winning, Trevelyan came back with more reinforcements. The Ministry had too many officials for the Order members alone to overthrow, even though some of them switched sides as they had been secret haters of the Games themselves. He didn’t know when it would end or if it would end at all.

Just when he was beginning to get tired of fighting endlessly for three hours, he felt someone tugging at the sleeve of his T-shirt.

“Psst! Albus!” It was Lily and Hugo.

“Guys!” Albus said as she pushed them gently into a safer corner with him. “This is not the place for you to be. We don’t want you to get struck by an Unforgivable Curse, do we?”

“No, wait, we have something to tell you.”

The two of them exchanged looks.

“We thought this war would never end so…” Hugo hesitated.

“Okay first off,” said Albus, “this is not a war.” His Mum would kill him if he let the kids believe they were going to see their families kill people in cold blood right before their eyes.

“No, no, you’re not listening, Albus,” said Lily. She looked at Hugo and smiled. “Hugo here had a really amazing plan. Hear him.”

“Um…” the little boy looked awkward. “It’s not very brilliant or anything, but, um, I just thought that, you know, if you’re looking to end this soon…maybe you might need something like this.”

He put his hand in his trouser pocket and brought out a small vial of clear liquid. Albus recognised it at first glance. “Veritaserum.”

Lily nodded. “Isn’t he brilliant?”

“Where did you find this?”

“We nicked it from the Potions closet,” whispered Hugo. “Please, don’t tell anyone!”

Albus didn’t know how to react. These little eleven-year-olds had just thought of what was possibly the best plan anybody could have come up with in a situation like this. While all others had been thinking about dueling and disarming, they had been thinking about ending the whole thing. Albus thought he felt something like respect for the innocence of their young minds which, even after having seen the unfair deaths of their siblings very recently, would only think of solutions, not rebellions in the worst of cases.

“Thanks guys,” he said and really meant it. “I’m going to go now but remember, when I come back, you’re going to get a long lecture about thievery.”

The two of their eyes widened for a moment but then Albus winked and they seemed relieved. He turned, saw the battle before his eyes and knew exactly what he had to do.

He was going to put an end to all of this right now.

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