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


31. Chapter Thirty-One

James was cleaning a knife with some moss when Albus’ eyelids fluttered open.

His head hurt a little bit when he tried to lift it. He remembered how chocolate was supposed to make one feel better after an encounter with Dementors and wished he could go back home where his mother’s delicious homemade chocolates awaited him. The surroundings were normal again. The air was now warm and toasty as the light of noon filtered from the thick canopy above. Albus rubbed his sides as he sat up against the bark of a tree.

Nathan and Natalie’s motionless bodies lay a few feet away. They were empty shells with no souls. Their faces had turned grey, and their eyes that were wide open seemed to be shallow and cold. Albus looked away from them until he heard the canon sound and saw the red sparks in the sky that declared their deaths.

When the two bodies had been lifted into the air, Albus walked to the spot where his wand lay. He had gotten quite used to holding it now it felt much more comfortable in his hands than it did before. But as he bent to pick it up, something unexpected happened.


The wand flew from Albus’ grasp and James caught it. He looked tired and worn out. His eyes had lost all the warmth and charm that they used to possess. As soon as Albus’ wand was in his hands, he snapped it in two, face impassive.

“James, what the –”

“Sorry brother,” he said, and somewhere in his eyes Albus thought he did see remorse. “I have no choice.”

“What –”

Petrificus Totalus!

The spell caught Albus off-guard. It hit him square in the stomach, uprooted him from his feet and threw him a good distance away. His muscles were locked and his body was tightly bound by invisible ropes. The Body-Bind Curse kept him paralysed as James walked up to him and stood where Albus could see him.

“I’m sorry it had to come down to the two of us,” he said ruefully as he continued to clean his knife. “I never wanted to be the one to kill you.”

Albus figured that the Body-Bind Curse didn’t work on his heart because it was thundering madly. Was James going to kill him now? Was his own brother going to be his murderer? But then of course, if he didn’t get killed, the Games would never end. Albus didn’t know exactly what to think.

“I have decided,” James continued, rubbing the veins on his wrist, “that the Games will end today.”

And then he did something that Albus had never even dreamt he would do. With the knife that he had been cleaning, he cut a line along the longest vein in his wrist. Albus’ eyes widened as crimson blood trickled from the cut. James barely flinched as he dug the blade deeper and deeper into it but Albus felt like he would break the spell which had him paralysed and scream out.

“You should win, Al,” James said as he sat on the ground before him and kept running his knife along the cut. “You are the one who was supposed to win all along. People want you to win, Al.”

Albus had no idea what his brother meant.

James looked straight into his eyes. “You’re the favourite,” he said flatly. “You’ve always been the favourite. People love you.”

Albus wished he could speak but the curse was too strong. He hoped James could read the denial and urgency in his eyes.            

“Do you really think I never noticed it?” There was a faint grin playing on James’ lips, but not a playful one. It was somewhat melancholy. “Do you think I never noticed how Dad gave you the watch? I know what it meant to him. And he gave it to you. You, Albus. You were the favourite.”

Albus wanted to scream out to him that this was not true. Whatever James was thinking, it was wrong. He felt the panic rising in his heart. He wanted to shout out to him, to stop him before it was too late. To stop him before he took his own life…

The blood was flowing faster now, but James didn’t seem to care. He had his eyes fixed on Albus, who thought he could see deep-rooted sadness in them. He actually believed what he said. “They love you a lot, Al. Too much, sometimes, but yeah, they do. It’ll be a blow if you don’t come back. Me…” he paused. “Look, I’m older. They’ll cry, they’ll be upset for a while but then they’ll get over it. They’ll move on. But you…”

Albus thought every word of this was ridiculous. “You know, when I’d been Reaped that evening,” James said, “I’d wanted to prove to everyone what I was capable of. I had seen the watch on your wrist the very day you got it from Dad and do you know what I felt? I felt like Dad had no faith in me. I felt like he thought you were the best hope. Well, I wanted to prove him wrong. I came into the Games thinking I wanted to win. But no…” his eyes grew distant. “You should win.”

Albus felt tears leak from his open eyes.

“No, don’t think I blame you for anything,” said James gently. “You’re my brother. I do love you. I don’t think I could go back from here as a winner after having killed you. It would only make me a murderer. I wouldn’t be proving anything but heartlessness by killing my own brother.”

And then he fell silent. Albus cried quietly for what felt like forever as James began to grow weaker and weaker. He lay supine after a while, looking at the canopy above dreamily. Albus struggled desperately against the bonds holding him tight even though he knew it was of no use. James was going to die. He wanted to die. And what he had said to him was going to make Albus have to live with the guilt forever…

The breaking of the spell and the shot of the canon both happened at the same time. As soon as he was free, Albus scrambled towards his brother’s body, face wet with tears. James looked like he was in a peaceful sleep. Albus wailed loudly, clutching his brother’s hands in his palms, muttering that he was sorry over and over again. He didn’t know what he had done but he felt this was his fault. What James had said made him feel it had all been his fault from the very beginning…

Just another person who had died to prove to the world what being noble meant.

Another canon sounded. Golden and silver sparks showered in the sky. But Albus barely registered any of this. He had thrown himself on James’ body, bawling. His brother was dead. He had won. But he knew he would have preferred to die rather than live with the guilt of having been the reason his brother had had to make such a great sacrifice.

I’ve won, he said to himself. I’ve won the Hogwarts Games.


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