The Hogwarts Games

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  • Published: 24 Dec 2012
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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


28. Chapter Twenty-Eight

Albus and Ariana reached the snow terrain sooner than he had expected to. But things had gotten like that lately. Albus wasn’t sure his anticipations and instincts were too reliable any more. It was like his soul had been ripped to shreds, and he could not even muster the courage to think about anything because he thought it would just make him resent the bitter reality he was living in even more. Sleep was hard to come by and when it did, it was always punctuated with horrifying dreams, not any more about his cowardice at the Reaping but about blood and deaths. Always about deaths.

The winter zone was freezing cold, just as he had thought it would be. The snow all around was slippery and wet, and there was a perpetual icy wind blowing. The two of them decided they wouldn’t walk after all, now that they had a broomstick that could carry both their weights. So even after they had crossed the water, they continued to fly a few feet above the ground, for speed and for convenience. At this rate, they would reach spring very soon.

Despite the speed they were going at, the journey to spring required them to spend at least one night in this snow. And since they couldn’t very well sleep airborne on the broomstick, Ariana had suggested they landed and find shelter for the night.

How Albus wished she hadn’t.

Everything had gone wrong, just because of this one suggestion. How Albus wished they had never lost the tent in the fog last night.How he wished Ariana had never spotted that little cave-like place to spend the night in instead. How he wished he had refused when she said it was perfectly cosy and warm. How he wished he had noticed from the beginning how the ceiling of it was abnormally high and dark. How he wished he had known.

How he wished he could go back now and change everything.

The two of them had been travelling for a whole day without coming across hazards or dangerous beasts. They had been completely out of food and had planned on skipping dinner and going hunting or something the next day, but the sponsors had been kind and sent them a bowl of hot soup and bread each. And then they had found shelter from this cold even after losing the tent from the sponsors. Albus should have known so many good things could not happen all in the same day inside the arena. He should have known the Gamemakers had been luring them in here just so they could drop the bomb at the right moment.

Well, drop the icicle, in this case.

“Great day,” Ariana had muttered as she made a bed by clearing a space on the ground with her wand. “No attacks. No blood. No deaths.”

In another life, Albus would have been a bit more sensitive to the topic of deaths but now it was just something that comprised small talk. In his opinion, “How’s the weather been today?” could now be replaced with “How many killings did you see or do today?”

“Yeah,” Albus said as he settled in, drowsy and tired. He held Ace’s necklace between his fingers and rubbed the coarse surfaces of the corks absently. He wondered if this thing had actually brought them good luck. But how wrong he had been. Just so wrong.

Albus had never realised when he had fallen asleep and when he had woken up, but the next thing he knew, he was on his hands and knees beside Ariana who was gasping and choking for breath. He didn’t know if it was morning or still predawn. He didn’t know if he had slept or just napped. Every little detail about his world changed itself when he saw what had happened to Ariana. It was so simple, so obvious, so conveniently placed that Albus couldn’t believe they hadn’t anticipated this. All it had taken for her life to be endangered was a mere moment.

A mere moment in which one of the icicles on the roof that he hadn't seen because of the darkness of the cave had magically detached itself , fallen straight down and lodged itself in Ariana’s chest. A mere moment in which she had been woken by a sharp pain beginning in her heart; a mere moment in which her breaths had been counted.  

Albus found himself hyperventilating. This wasn’t real. His head was spinning. He impulsively checked the medicine kit in the backpack but he knew there was nothing in it to save Ariana now. The wound was deep and strategically aimed at her heart. The icicle had probably been leaking dirty cave water right into her system for a long time before Ariana’s struggling breath had woken him up.

“Ariana,” he whispered, not knowing what to do. Her striking blue eyes found his and the panic in them was quieted. Her gasps became softer and calmer. It was like his gaze was enough to comfort her. Ariana’s hand looked for his. She held it so tight it became purple. She was definitely in a lot of pain. But she wasn’t crying or shrieking. Even in her deathbed, she made Albus respect her ultimate bravery.    

“Sleeve,” she breathed shortly.


“Sleeve,” she blinked at the sleeve of her bodysuit. “Look…under…”

Albus slid his fingers under the left sleeve of Ariana’s tight bodysuit and found something rough in there. A folded piece of paper. He brought it out and looked at it. It was a Daily Prophet article whose title read – ‘The Potter Generation in this year’s Games’.

Albus looked back at Ariana who seemed to have a faint smile on her lips. “What is this?”

“Read it,” she managed before seizing. Her eyes widened as the pain grew worse and her grip on Albus’ hand tightened. For a few moments, she gasped and choked loudly before the sounds muffled, the breaths stopped and all was quiet. Dead quiet.

For the first time since he had arrived in the arena, Albus felt truly and utterly alone in the world.

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