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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33. Chapter Thirty-Three

“Dad?”

Albus’ parents were in their study along with Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione. The both of them didn’t look much better than Harry and Ginny – like their very life had been sucked out of them. But unlike his parents, they couldn’t seem to be able to bring themselves to make eye contact with Albus. He thought they were afraid that no matter how much they tried to deny it, their eyes would betray their true emotions. Rose had died for Lily, after all. That ought to be painful…

Harry looked up at Albus, who stood at the door of the dark circular room awkwardly. This was that time in the evening when these four adults met in private to discuss business concerning the Order. Nobody was allowed to disturb them during these meetings or eavesdrop on their important and controversial discussions. But Albus knew that if he had to tell them of his ridiculous plan, this was probably the best time to do it.

“Yes, Al,” said Harry. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yeah,” he said, uncertainly. “I wanted to say that…that I have a plan.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I have a plan,” he said a little more forcefully. “A real plan. For the Order. And I really think it could work. But I need you to hear me out first.”

Harry’s eyes surveyed him seriously and for a moment Albus thought his father wouldn’t let him speak at all. But he seemed to have seen the passion and determination in Albus’ eyes as he nodded at him to start talking.

“Okay look,” he said, as he started to pace. “We have about twenty-five members in the Order, right? Twenty-five fully-qualified experienced adults. That’s great, but you’ve set the benchmark pretty high. You want there to be at least fifty to begin with. Well, Dad, I hate to be saying this, but that’s not really going to happen.”

All eyebrows in the room shot up at this remark.

“Uh, no disrespect intended or anything,” he said quickly, "but...but we're almost there!"

"Yes, we are. We are almost there."

"Yeah, but we'll never actually be there unless we act soon. I’m just trying to say that if you’re going to wait long enough for those many people to be recruited, it’s going to be too late.”

“Then what do you think we’re supposed to do?”

“Let us join,” he said. “I mean, let the kids join the Order. If you tell each existing member in the Order to get their kids to fight, we’re going to have more than fifty members for sure.”

“Albus, I thought we’d had this discussion –”

“Yes, but I’m desperate now!” Albus almost yelled. “I can’t sit around doing nothing anymore! And I’m pretty sure other kids my age feel the same. It drives me insane, just having to wait and wait forever for something to happen. I’ve got to be doing something. I’ve got to know I’m helping.”

Harry thought for a few moments. “I still don’t think it’s a very good idea.”

“What would you have done, Dad?”

Harry looked startled. “Me?”

“Yes, you. I’ve heard enough stories from your days at Hogwarts to know what you were like back then. Pretty much like me, I’ve been told. And wouldn’t you have wanted to do something if you’d been put in a situation like this?”

Albus could tell just by the look in his father’s eyes that he had made a point.

“Please, Dad,” he said. “I’ve heard too many amazing stories about what Hogwarts used to be like just three years ago. I really want to see for myself.”

And that was it. He had hit the right spot. “Alright, you’re in.”

It took all of Albus’ willpower not to scream out and punch the air in excitement.

“Oh, and by the way,” he added. “I think I know when we should attack.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “Tonight.”       

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