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


29. Chapter Twenty-Nine

The first thing Albus did when he reached the end of the winter zone was throw Ace’s cork necklace into the deep waters. No such thing as good luck.

Albus was too scared to think. The only reason he had managed to tear himself away from the cave where Ariana’s motionless body lay and get himself to run as fast as he could from there before the canon sounded was because he was too afraid to stop and give himself a moment to let it all sink in. If he didn’t let the pain in his limbs or cold in his bones distract him, his mind would have too much time to think. And he knew if he allowed himself to think, the horrors of the previous days would come back and haunt him.

He reached spring by dawn. By this time he had completely forgotten that there existed a world where other living creatures and wildlife survived. He had forgotten that there could exist a place where food could be in such abundance and the weather could be so right. As soon as he set foot in this lively spring zone, he felt like he had walked into a different universe altogether.

Wherever he looked he saw trees – tall, short, stunted, overgrown, canopies, vipers, mosses and shrubs. It was difficult to even walk through this dense forest cover without a dagger in his hand to slash at overly large branches and leaves that blocked his path. The air was moist without being too heavy and there was even a fruity and flowery scent wafting all around that immediately reminded Albus of the spring back home. In his opinion, considering the past few weeks that he had spent in this hellhole of an arena, this was nothing short of heaven.

Albus didn’t know where he should go. Finding spring had been his goal ever since he had figured out how the arena was built. This was as best as it got. He didn’t have to move now. With only four tributes left, they were likely to be spread too thin in this enormous arena unless the Gamemakers called for a feast. At this point in the Games, he was sure they would do something to drive them all together any minute. Until that happened, the best thing to do was to settle down and find something to put in his growling stomach.

He found wild berries and fruits on trees that he identified easily, thanks to all the training he had done at the Herbology station. They were juicy and unnaturally sweet and delicious, reminding him with every bite he took that whatever he was eating was made by magic, not by nature. The air he breathed, the mud he stepped on, the plants he touched…everything seemed fake to him.

Even though there were squirrels and other rodent-like creatures crawling around on the ground that made his stomach crave for meat, he couldn’t bring himself to hunt. It would just mean more blood. He wasn’t sure he could deal with it, what with all that had been happening lately. So he just decided that as long as he was going to have to stay inside the arena, he would become herbivorous.

As soon as Albus sat down in a small clearing with his lunch consisting of wild fruits, he decided it was time to do what he had been longing to ever since last night. He brought out the article Ariana had told him to read.

The Potter Generation in this year’s Games
By Rita Skeeter

The Reaping for the Hogwarts Games, which was held last evening, saw the selection of three of the most talked-about students of this generation from Gryffindor. James Potter, 15, and Albus Potter, 13, – who are both the sons of the Auror Harry Potter, famous as the Chosen One who was responsible for bringing about the downfall of Lord Voldemort, one of the most dangerous dark wizards of all time – were Reaped at the event. Also, Rose Weasley, 13, daughter of the witch and the wizard who fought prominently at the Battle of Hogwarts and niece of Harry Potter himself, is also going into the Games this year. However, she was not Reaped by the Goblet of Fire as tradition requires. She dramatically volunteered to participate in place of her young cousin and Potter’s youngest daughter Lily, 11, who begins her schooling at Hogwarts only this year. These three, better known as the Potter Generation, have repeatedly been referred to among the rest of the wizarding community as ‘the Golden Trio’, allegedly with respect to the fact that their parents were once known by this same term during their days of Horcrux-hunting. There is much speculation on how well the Trio will deliver inside the arena and how long they will last. Sponsors debate that if Gryffindor house stands a chance in this year’s Games, it is in the hope that one from the Trio shall display the same valour and intellect that their family is famed for. Also, the last tribute from Gryffindor house is Ariella Ommer, 13.         

Albus didn’t need another second to grasp why Ariana had wanted him to read this article. It put into words exactly what she had claimed the wizarding community was feeling. Optimism among Gryffindor pass-outs rested only in the hope that the ‘Potter Generation’ would create some sort of magic in the arena and come out of it, unscathed. In the excitement, people had conveniently forgotten that there existed another tribute from Gryffindor, whose name Skeeter had misspelled so nonchalantly and also that there were fourteen others from Hogwarts who were going to be in the bloodbath as well. Everything was about the Potters. Nobody else mattered.

With a twinge Albus realised that tributes were not supposed to take anything inside the arena with them except for just one souvenir that was proved to be free of tricky enchantments. If Ariana had been carrying this article with her since the beginning, it was clearly the souvenir that she had chosen to bring along. Albus didn’t know what to feel. She had obviously brought along this piece of paper to remind herself of what she craved vengeance so desperately for. She had wanted to last till the end just so that she could prove the entire community wrong. The Potters were not gods. A nobody like Ariella Ommer could achieve greatness too.

Albus wrinkled his nose at the paper in disgust, crumpled it up, and threw it deep into the wilderness where he couldn’t see it. Ariana was dead. She couldn’t prove anything now. Even though she had vowed to be heartless and ruthless in the arena, the humanity in her had shone through even so as she stayed by them when they needed her to. She could have just as easily killed them off one after another. She was that much more skilled than anybody else. But now she was dead. And Albus had a feeling he knew exactly why she had asked him to read this article.

She wanted him to win. She wanted him to go on, win, and tell the world of all the horrors in the arena. She wanted him to shout out for everyone to hear that true greatness is not in bloodshed and murder. That was for savage beasts. Greatness lies in being true to one’s humanity in the most desperate of times no matter what.

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