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


20. Chapter Twenty

With the right amount of rest, food and water, Ace became perfectly fine within two days. The wound in his abdomen was worse than the ones in his arms so Albus had him treated with a potion of crushed herbs and water. Before they knew, he was normal again.

“There were about a dozen of them,” he explained in his misty voice. “A dozen of those hippogriffs had attacked us.”

“Just the two of you?”

“Oh no, no,” he chuckled. “We would have been dead if it had been just the two of us. About all the tributes still left alive were there. They had ambushed me. Malfoy is allied with them, did you know that?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Well, he is. There were about six or seven of them and I was alone. They were attacking me with all their weapons while I had nothing. You see, I hadn’t waited at the Cornucopia too long. I had figured it out very soon that we were supposed to be getting out of the island so I swam and found this desert. When they attacked, I had nothing to defend myself with. I would have surely died had a horde of hippogriffs not attacked us at the right time.”

Albus grinned a little, wondering how Ace could possibly think a mass attack from hippogriffs had been lucky. But then he told himself this was Luna’s son and that kind of made it okay because it was probably in his blood to think a bit…differently?

“It turned out the other tributes were clueless about how they were supposed to deal with hippogriffs. They got attacked pretty badly while I tried to escape. It didn’t work, obviously. Most of them ran away and the rest of the beasts followed, leaving Malfoy and me behind. And this one.” He nodded at the hippogriff which was now munching away at dry shrubs nearby.

“Why did they leave Malfoy behind?”

He shrugged. “I guess it had always been the plan,” he said thoughtfully. “Malfoy’s not particularly brawny or brainy, is he? I guess they were planning to get rid of him as soon as they could.”

There was a silence in which the same thoughts ran through each of their minds. Was that what they were going to have to do in the end too? Would they have to leave their comrades to die if they had to? Albus decided he didn’t want to think about it.

Ace made friends with the hippogriff that had attacked him the other day pretty soon. So soon that it was difficult to believe this same creature had tried to rip his insides out one time. It turned out that the hippogriff had never meant to attack Ace. It had been Scorpius who was its target but since Ace had gotten in the way trying to save him, he had earned a share of the thwarting for himself.

“Erm, what’s that for?” Rose pointed at the Butterbeer-cork necklace Ace was wearing.

He smiled his usual dreamy smile and said, “For good luck. Many people don’t know it but these corks are made of the bark of a special tree that keeps evil away.”

Albus would have loved to hear Ace explain how he got his injuries if this cork necklace was supposed to bring good luck.

The irritating weather took no time to get to each one of their heads. Three days of having disgusting clammy bodies, stinking of sweat and having sand granules blown into their faces, they decided they wanted to move camp. It was weird that they hadn’t been attacked yet and how, apart from the weather, it was all so convenient for them. But they needn’t have worried. Trouble had been waiting for them right around the corner.  

“Okay, so where exactly are we going?” James asked for the millionth time as they packed their stuff up, still unsure about their plan. Well, Ace’s plan. Ever since they had become allies, James had been distant and not-too-friendly with him and avoided interacting as much as he could. But over the past fifteen minutes, he was finding that very hard to do, what with Ace’s quirky new plan that seemed to be as unrealistic as the other whims of the mind it came from.

“I have a hunch,” Ace smiled, big blue eyes pensive.

As soon as he had his back turned, James rounded his eyes at Albus and Rose and mouthed furiously the words, “He has a hunch?” But nobody could say or do much. They were all in a desperate need to get out this sweltering desert and Ace promised a better place was out there somewhere and they just had to trust him, even though he didn’t know exactly where this place was. Albus was starting to think having this guy for an ally had been a bad idea after all.

“This is an arena, for God’s sakes,” James muttered to Albus as the party of four and their 'pet' hippogriff moved out of their camp of three days into nowhere, Albus carrying the backpack on his shoulders. “There could be dangerous creatures around here. Not to mention, booby-traps. We were safe over there, not too close to the shore to get noticed but not too far in to be lost either. This is a bad idea.”

“Do you have a better one?”

“Yeah! Let’s go back and live for another day.”

“James, you’re the one that hates having nothing to do. Let’s just walk and figure this place out, okay? Besides, we’re running low on our supplies.”

“And wandering about is going to change that?”

“No, but if we come across an oasis while wandering about, at least we’ll have water to survive on. I don’t know what we’re going to do for food though. We’re dangerously low on our meat what with the hippogriff tagging along…” he glanced at the beast which was cleaning its feathers, walking a few meters behind them but persistently following. It seemed to have become too attached.

“I don’t trust this guy,” James said flatly, staring at Ace's back. “I don’t trust his funny brain. What sane guy wears a cork necklace and claims it brings good luck? Seriously? Good luck in the arena? Ha ha.” He looked at the hippogriff briefly and sighed. “And I think we should lose that thing, too. It’s just another mouth to feed. Is it not enough that we’re helping humans out already? I think this is just a cruel Games trick, hurtling so much of extra responsibility on us just to reduce our supplies.”

“Yeah, right. I bet the Gamemakers don’t have anything better to do but teach us responsibility,” Albus snorted, watching Ace tell Rose about Wrackspurts and Nargles. “And besides, I think we should trust his instincts. He’s a bit…well, odd, but he’s Luna’s son.”

“Yeah, she isn’t exactly the sanest person I know either, Al.”

“She’s probably watching this right now.”

James flushed a bit. “Sorry Luna,” he muttered under his breath and said no more.

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