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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26. Chapter Twenty-Six

Now that they knew where to go, the only question facing them was how they were supposed to get there.

It was obvious that if they wanted to find even remotely survivable conditions, they would have to find their way towards the spring zone of the arena. Even though it would probably be crawling with wild and dangerous beasts, it was their best bargain. They could at least hunt for food because their supplies were nonexistent now. They were surviving solely on packaged water. Reaching spring was their only choice now.

But how?

It would have been easy enough if there had only been two people. The broomstick couldn’t carry the load of three, even though Grace didn’t weigh too much. Albus found himself wishing the hippogriff would come back soon. But it looked like they had lost it. The Gamemakers had probably ridden the arena of it already. It wouldn’t be too fair of them to have a hippogriff which was friendly towards a certain bunch of people in here.

“We’ll just walk then, right?” Albus said decisively. Ariana groaned a little bit but stopped when she saw the guilty look on Grace’s face. Albus was reminded of Lily once again. The little girl was probably blaming herself for being the reason the two others couldn’t use the broomstick when they should. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “It’s safe enough to walk.”

And so the three of them set out in the pouring rain in search of spring. Ariana talked about how she had found Grace helpless at the Cornucopia and had decided to be allies with her, probably out of sympathy. She explained how they had crossed the waters and reached the desert with barely any supplies, from where the trolls and werewolves had found them. Somewhere in the middle of her speech, Albus had tuned out, wondering how he had ended up here in the company of two of the people he had thought he was most unlikely to be allied with – a crazed girl who could potentially murder him anytime soon and a naïve young girl who was of no use in battle.    

The downpour which had only worsened since yesterday suddenly changed into a mild shower, then to a drizzle and then became completely nonexistent. As much as Albus was grateful for this (what with all his clothes being soaked and the chill having penetrating to his bones), he couldn’t help but feel suspicious. He had a feeling the Gamemakers had something much worse planned for them.

And he had been so right.

The fog came about five minutes after the rain had ceased – thick whitish mist spreading all around them, settling in gradually and innocently so that nobody could guess what it really was. It was only until Albus noticed the silver sparkly stuff floating around that he realized what this truly was. And by that time, it was too late.

“The Dream Charm,” he said feebly, feeling his mind get enveloped by the same kind of fog that was growing around them, impairing his ability to think straight. He looked at the girls. Both of them looked distant and dreamy. Albus felt something at the back of his mind urge his consciousness to warn them before it got much worse.

“We need to get out…out of here…now…” Albus could feel his willpower to resist ebb away rapidly.

It didn’t take long, even for his slowed brain, to figure out that this Dream Charm was quite different from the one that had been put on the Great Hall during the Yule Ball. There was something much different about the way it hacked his brain, bit by bit, as though chewing away at his mind. With every breath that he took, the fog seemed to be filling his lungs and making it more and more difficult for him to inhale. It was poison.

Albus collapsed on his hands and knees, and tried hard to clear his head. It was next to impossible to resist this lethal Charm. He figured it was another dirty trick of the Gamemakers to add an extra element of ‘thrill’ to the Games. Ariana and Grace were also in similar conditions, only Grace seemed to be more affected by the Charm than the other two. Maybe because she was younger? Albus didn’t know. All he saw was her desperate struggle to breathe and he told himself that he had to do something. He couldn’t let her die now after having gone to such lengths trying to save her.

“We have to…keep…walking…” he managed. He took Grace’s hand and pulled her up, and offered his free arm for Ariana to grasp. He stood on legs that felt like jelly and wobbled a few steps ahead before falling to the ground again. The poison had begun to flow in this bloodstream now.

The three of them managed to help each other up and start walking again, although Albus seriously doubted they would be able to make it out of this poisonous zone in time. He knew there had to be a point where this fog ended. It couldn’t go on forever. It had to stop, at least at the next strip of waters, which Albus reckoned was not too far away now.

He decided they would have to use the broomstick after all. His vague senses barely responding, he managed to pull the thing out of the backpack and mounted it. Ariana got on at the back and tried to squeeze Grace in but it was very difficult for Albus to lift the broomstick up with such load. But he had to try. It was the only thing that could be done.

With two people on the broomstick with him, Albus found it impossible to fly either high up or extremely fast. He couldn’t escape the poison like this. Every time he thought it was about to end, it turned out to have been a deceiving trick played by the fog on his eyes. His body was growing weaker and weaker and his mind intoxicated. The broomstick quivered and they got thrown off balance. This was not working.

We’re going to die.

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