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


22. Chapter Twenty-Two

There wasn’t anything else to be said. James turned the Firebolt and zoomed back to the ground and Albus made the hippogriff follow. The wind whistled shrilly in his ears and his vision was close to zero because of all the sand flying around. But he didn’t care. He just wished they wouldn’t be too late.

When his vision got a little bit better, he saw that the girls were standing against each other’s backs, looking terrified as the trolls grumbled and the pack of werewolves surrounded them in a perfect circle. The four of them were hovering above the trolls’ heads, thinking of a plan, a desperate way to get the two girls out of danger without getting them all killed.


She looked pale. “Don’t look at me, I got nothing this time.”

“Well...I do,” said Ace. James made a funny noise but the other two turned to listen. Any plan was better than no plan. “I think we need to dip down into that circle and get the girls on the broomstick and the hippogriff.”

“In case you didn’t notice, we don’t have space for six people up here!” James said scathingly.

“Yeah, I know,” Ace fingered his Butterbeer corks nervously. “That’s why we need someone to go down and distract the trolls. And also someone else who can be dropped right into the circle to keep the werewolves at bay until we can come back for them.” He paused. “It’s very risky.”

James grunted moodily. The growls from the werewolves below were getting louder and clearer. They were going to attack.

“I’ll do it,” said Rose. “The trolls. I can handle them. I know I can. I’ve read about them enough.”

“Rose –” Albus began but she silenced him.

“And I think I should do the werewolf part,” said Ace. “Albus and James are the best fliers we’ve got. We need you two to dip into the circle and get us at the right time. Can you do it?”

“Yeah, definitely but Ace…” said Albus. “Are you sure you can do it alone?”

He smiled his mystical smile. “Oh, I’m not alone. Albus, hand me two wands from the bundle in that backpack you’re carrying for the girls down there. Three people can surely hold off a pack of werewolves for a few minutes.” He paused. “And it was my idea after all.”

There was an ominous howl from below. They were out of time. Albus urged the hippogriff to move right to the center of the circle and dipped down low so that Ace could jump off at the right time. He pulled back up on time and looked to find that the werewolves had been startled from this unexpected ambush, but it had only managed to anger them much more. Ace threw the girls a wand each and they engaged in battle right away, shooting spell after spell at every beast they could find.

Rose was taking on the trolls all by herself. Albus couldn’t even see what she was doing from where he and the hippogriff were stationed. He was supposed to wait until James came around to him after having dropped Rose, but he was taking a lot more time than they had agreed on.

The battle below was growing ugly. Albus shot spells and curses wherever he could from up in the air but it was too risky if he happened to hit Ace or the girls they were trying so hard to save. Ace had killed about a handful of those werewolves all by himself and Ariana was doing a pretty amazing job at holding a dozen of them at bay too, but Grace was lost. She had no idea what to do with a wand. She’s a first-year, Albus remembered. She didn’t even know how to use magic!

He realised he couldn’t wait anymore. “Okay, listen to me,” he whispered into the beast’s ears. “We can do this.” He breathed deeply before diving back into the battleground on the hippogriff. He had spotted Grace, running to avoid getting into a bloodthirsty werewolf’s grasps. Shooting a curse at the creature, he landed right beside the little girl, grabbed her arm and pulled her on the hippogriff’s back, all of it happening within seconds.

Grace seemed to be sobbing even when she had gotten out of danger with Albus. “Ariana,” she kept sniffing. “Save her.”

“Yeah, we’re just waiting for my brother to…” he looked around desperately to spot James but couldn’t see him. The trolls were somewhere far off, probably owing to Rose’s brilliant deceptive skills but what was taking James so long? Albus figured they had gotten into some kind of trouble and he would just have to do this by himself.

He flew a short distance before setting Grace down on the sand. “Okay, stay here and be safe,” he said before shooting away into the battle. Ace and Ariana were both locked in combat and both their bodies were covered in blood. Albus got to Ariana first as soon as she had taken care of the last werewolf she had been fighting. He pulled her on the hippogriff and went straight for Ace, knowing it was impossible for three to manage flying on one hippogriff but still having to try. The battle was getting too bloody and he could see that Ace was beginning to lose it. I can’t leave him there alone.

Before going straight in, he glanced sideways once in desperation. James, where are you? But he still couldn’t see his brother anywhere around. He breathed several times and zoomed towards Ace, caught his arm as he raised it to shoot a spell, and knocked his wand out of his hands in the process but managed to pull him up too. Ariana helped get him on the hippogriff’s back but it was too much load for the beast to carry. Ace held onto its body as Ariana tried to pull his legs up but it was no use. The hippogriff jerked its wings and Ace slipped.

“No!” Albus tried to catch him desperately but all his fingers found was the necklace made of corks, which snapped as soon as he had grasped it. The last he saw of Ace was his horrified face, his thrashing arms and his petrified blue eyes before he fell from ten feet up right into the gaping mouths of two dozen werewolves, waiting to rip him apart.         

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