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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32. Part Three - "The End"

PART THREE
“THE END”

The view of sunset from the balcony of Albus’ new home was breathtaking – a golden sun dipping behind a thicket of bushes beyond the vast, still lake that stretched out in all directions surrounded by wilderness.

The pleasant March evening winds breezed through his jet black hair. He closed his eyes and allowed himself a few moments of ease. Ever since he had returned from the arena two months ago, he had been coming out here on this balcony to watch the sunset and try to blend in with the peacefulness of the lake before him. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how long he waited, the peace didn’t seem to be able to reach him.

It had always been like that since his experience in the arena, and Albus had a feeling it was always going to be like that.

The evening sky was painted in streaks of orange and gold. To his right were two white mansions, identical to his own, in which resided the victors of the previous years’ Games. They were what you would call ‘unsocial neighbours’. They hardly ever appeared outside and always sent their maidservants to run the necessary errands for them. And whenever they could be spotted out, they behaved indifferent to the world around them. Not a smile, not a nod could be expected from their side.

But Albus could relate. When you have seen as much suffering live before your eyes like you see in the arena, you’re not the same anymore. Sleep hardly ever comes to you without being accompanied by terrifying nightmares. Your voice becomes jobless because you hardly feel like using it much. And most noticeably, your eyes become sullen and shallow like you’ve lost your soul forever.

“Albus? Dinner,” his mother’s voice said gently from behind, and Albus felt for a brief moment that he had travelled back to the night of his father’s birthday. The night when he had been worrying for Lily. Well, Lily was safe. Safe until the next school year, at least. She and Hugo were continuing their year at Hogwarts while Albus had chosen to drop out for the year. He was too messed up in the head to actually attend classes and be at a place where none of his friends were anymore…James, Rose, Ace…everybody, dead.

Sure, he had made it out alive. But with so many people gone and the ache in his heart growing with each passing day, that was hardly any consolation.

There was absolutely no talk at the dinner table. His Dad stared intently at whatever he was eating and his Mum just pretended to be busy with cleaning her cutlery over and over again. Albus knew they were being tormented, having to stay strong at a time when they would want nothing more than to break down for once. Their oldest son was gone…and what he had said right before committing suicide was probably burned in their memories forever. He knew they would never forgive themselves for leading James to believe he was less loved than Albus.

Both James and Rose’s pictures sat on his bedside desk, right beside a heap of rough parchment and newspapers, right on top of which was a Daily Prophet article from last month. The headline announced – ‘Two Hogwarts Professors arrested for cheating in Games’.

Albus felt a rush of fury at the sight of it. Hagrid and Professor Longbottom had been sent to Azkaban on charges of helping a tribute ‘cheat’ in the Games. Of course, Albus knew what Trevelyan had meant when he had declared the Ministry’s decision to arrest them. The know about the Hippogriff, he thought, and the berries. Trevelyan had definitely found Albus’ luck in the arena implausible – how he had tamed, within seconds, a Hippogriff that was on the verge of killing them all, and how he had identified at first glance the berries that could resist the Dream Charm. Investigation could have easily led him to the conclusion that he had had allies outside the arena too.

But since there was no solid evidence, Trevelyan couldn’t have pressed charges against Albus, but whenever he did, Albus knew he would be joining Hagrid and Professor Longbottom in the dreaded wizard prison. That would take a month at the least. But Albus’ hopes were to do something about the whole thing sooner than that.

He had been pressing his father about the Order for a while now. When were they going to plan the uprising? When were they finally going to attack? How many more deaths would have to happen before they finally did something? His father had always shook his head weakly as though he couldn’t give any positive answers without having to lie. And every time, Albus had hung his head in disappointment and dropped the subject.

But not anymore.

He had a plan. And however reckless, outrageous and plain stupid the plan was, it was the best he had and it was the best the Order could hope for at this point. And what more, he had a funny feeling that, like all his other ridiculous plans in the arena, this one was going to work too.

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