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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3. Chapter Three

“I know you’re worried about Lily,” Rose said to Albus as the train neared its destination. The others had gone to change into their school robes and that meant they were going to have the place to themselves for a while. Rose brought up this topic as soon as she was sure no one was around and Albus got the feeling she had been dying to talk to him about it for quite some time. “I’ve been worried sick about Hugo too.”

Albus said nothing. He sat by the window, popping Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Beans in his mouth absently. He offered them to Rose but she refused, saying she never really had any luck with those and always ended up getting a vomit-flavoured one. She loved Chocolate Frogs though, not so much for the actual frogs but for the cards that came along with them. She collected those. The one she opened right then had a card with Harry Potter on it. She smiled. “This is the fifteenth card that I have of Uncle Harry.”

Albus got one of Albus Dumbledore and remembered what he had once told his father Harry. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. That, and Rose suddenly bringing up the topic, made him feel that he was seriously behaving oddly and that everyone around him had started pitying him. He did not like that.

“Al,” Rose said softly.  “Don’t worry too much, okay?  Everything will be fine. There’s one in a thousand chances that any of us will end up in the Games this year.”

Albus still wasn’t convinced.

“I heard you speaking to Uncle Harry just before the train left,” she admitted. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, just happened to hear. I’ll take care of Lily too, I promise. I’ll look after her when you can’t. Really.”

Her eager face and promising eyes made Albus smile. “No, Rose. You have Hugo to take care of.”

“Yes, but Lily is just like Hugo to me. I don’t want either of them getting in any kind of trouble. Trust me, I can take care of her.”

Before Albus had a chance to respond, the train pulled over at the platform on Hogsmeade and people started getting off. The others weren’t back from changing yet so they assumed they would meet them on the platform. Together, Rose and Albus lugged all of their suitcases and Hugo’s barn owl Nutmeg’s cage onto the platform and found a carriage with James already seated. The carriages seemed to be moving by themselves but Albus knew better. He had heard about his father’s adventures with Thestrals a lot many times to be fooled.

“Did you make sure Lily and Hugo got on a boat safely?” Rose asked James.

“Don’t worry Rosie, handed them over to good old Hagrid myself,” James said cheerily. First-years traditionally travelled to the Hogwarts castle by boats with Hagrid while others took the carriages. Just as their carriage was starting to move, someone called out to them to stop.

Albus saw a third-year curly-haired Gryffindor girl he remembered from some of his classes rushing towards them to claim the last seat on the carriage. She hoisted herself up and panted as the carriage started moving. “Sorry, I couldn’t find any other carriage that had spare seats,” she explained. “And the one I did had three Slytherins in it who were not very friendly or comfortable about having me travel with them.”

“Why?”

“Half-blood,” she said flatly.

“Then it must be old Scorpius Malfoy and his cronies you came across,” James said darkly. “Filthy racists. You’d better not go anywhere near him.”

“I know him, he’s in my year,” the girl said unhappily as though knowing Scorpius was the biggest misfortune ever, which Albus reckoned it was. And then, without saying any more, she brought out a book called Hogwarts: A History from her bag and started reading. Rose got really excited because apparently, it was her favourite book and her mother had given her the oldest copy of it. The girls talked about books for the rest of the ride and got along pretty well over their shared interest in nerdy books that Albus had no interest in, so he chose talking to James about Extendable Ears instead.

The castle always looked magnificent, beautiful and somewhat intimidating looming high above them, its towers reaching out to the full moon. It usually felt like a safe home, according to what his parents told him, but for Albus, Hogwarts had always been a place he dreaded going to. Who knew what new horrors Trevelyan had planned for them this year? Who knew how many would die this year? Who knew how many would have to kill this year? It was a place he wanted to stay away from and the dark clouds surrounding its highest towers just looked like bad omens to him. He wondered what Lily and Hugo were thinking, sitting on their boats, admiring the majestic castle. Were they scared? Did they want to go back home?

Once they had arrived, all students proceeded through the huge ancient oak-front doors to the Entrance Hall and up a flight of marble staircase and through double-doors into the Great Hall, which always looked inviting and cheerful, even though the moods of the people sitting on the four long house tables was not always as cheery. The enchanted ceiling above showed the cloudy night sky and the full moon peeping out from behind the ominous dark clouds. A long table sat facing the Hall where all the staff was seated, talking to each other. He could see the big Headmaster’s chair occupied by Yann Trevelyan and immediately felt loathing flood his heart. He did not even want to look at that monster.

All four house tables were occupied within minutes and the Great Hall was filled with the sound of chatting and laughter. No matter how many dark days were ahead of them, it was wonderful how these people managed to remain optimistically happy. Albus suddenly felt ashamed of himself, worrying like crazy as though he was the only one with siblings who could potentially be in the Games. All the people in here had an equal chance of getting picked, and if they didn’t, each one of them had friends and family who could go in instead. He was not alone in all this misery. Strangely, this revelation helped lift a load off his heart.

The first-years were ushered into the Great Hall by Hagrid to tumultuous applause and cheering – about a hundred or so nervous little faces unsure of what was going on and how they were supposed to react. Albus remembered his own first year. It had been terrible. He had come to Hogwarts expecting a warm and safe place but that was the year Trevelyan took charge as the new Headmaster and changed everything he thought he knew about Hogwarts…

The Sorting began. Eleven-year-olds got sorted into one of the four houses as Professor Hewberth read out their names from a scroll, made them sit on a three-legged stool and placed the Sorting Hat on their heads which shouted out which house they belonged to. Lily and Hugo naturally ended up in Gryffindor and the table erupted with applause (and whistles and catcalls from James and his mates) as they took their seats besides Albus and Rose.

And then the Feast was served. The empty silver and gold plates on all four tables and the teachers’ table got magically laden with food and the goblets filled themselves with pumpkin juice. Albus hungrily stuffed himself with chicken legs, cherry tomato and cheese salad and chocolate pudding remembering a similar feast from last night, but he found himself eating much less than last night. He didn’t say it out loud, nor was he quite sure himself, but he had started worrying again because in a few minutes, the Reaping would begin.            

Once the Feast was over and the plates and goblets had been cleared by the house-elves working in the kitchens below, Trevelyan stood to deliver his speech. He was a small man with a balding head, forever dressed in a black Muggle suit, not much of the intimidating kinds at first glance but anyone looking straight into his tiny black eyes could clearly see the malice in them. His pig-like face screwed up in what was supposed to be a smile, he began the same ‘welcome’ speech for the first-years and the usual ‘welcome back’ speech for the others that he did every year. Not a word, not a syllable, not even an emphasis was different about it this year. It was as though he was relaying a recorded message. No wonder there were some speculations going around about whether or not this man was a machine built by Muggles.

But when the speech was over, the Great Hall was consumed by an eerie silence. It was like every person present had sensed what was going to happen in the next few minutes. Even the teachers seemed to have paled. Trevelyan noticed this effect on the audience and looked quite smug. “You all know what comes next,” he said in a surprisingly deep voice for someone so tiny. “But I still feel a need to explain, at least for the sake of the newcomers this year, what the Hogwarts Games really are.

“Two years since its inception, the Hogwarts Games have proved to be extremely popular among the wizarding community as a thrilling form of competitive sport formulated so that young witches and wizards at Hogwarts get an opportunity to learn the art of survival which has been approved by the Minister of Magic as something students have to have working knowledge of and something of the same importance as the other subjects they take here. Training classes are available, as you all know, and I encourage you to attend them or it will certainly be bad for you if you happen to get picked in the Games.

“Now, the single rule of the Games is simple – stay alive. It is all about surviving in the toughest circumstances. If your name is Reaped this year, you will be taken to an arena, along with the other tributes, which will be designed by the Ministry to test your magical and survival skills. From there, you will have only one task – to make it till the end alive. For this purpose, you are expected and allowed to do whatever it takes. Hunt for food, dig for shelter…even kill if it is necessary.” He let the words sink in as each face in the Great Hall contorted in rage and disgust.

“Now that you understand the Games, I see no point in delaying it further. Let the Reaping,” he said, eyes sweeping the Hall and pausing for effect, “begin.”     

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